Working Late Pt.1
Description: Olivia, a four inch tall woman awakes late at night to find her human girlfriend, Lana, still hard at work on the computer. In her attempts to convince the human to go to bed, Olivia offers up a game.
Warnings: Mild first chapter. F/f pairing, mention of masturbation/sex.
Word count: 804
Lana set aside her glasses with a tired sigh, raising her hands to rub at her eyes. When she opened them again the computers glaring light burned, and she groaned. Squinting one eye open she spotted the time in the bottom corner, 3am. Her eyes trailed up to the open document-one more hour wouldn’t hurt. Returning the glasses to her nose Lana lifted her hands to the keyboard and went back to work.
Not twenty minutes went by before a small shadow moved beneath the monitor, her typing coming to a halt. “Why are you still awake?” Olivia stepped into the light, stopping just before the keys. Her short hair was a ruffled mess, and Lana leaned down slightly to get a closer look at the four inch tall woman.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” She asked softly. It was faint, but she imagined she could just make out a smile in the shadow of Olivia’s face. Suddenly overcome with the need to be closer, Lana scooped her up in her hands, smiling at the surprised laugh as Olivia laid back in her palm. “You did, but I don’t mind,” tiny hands reached to hold Lana’s face as she pressed her lips over her legs, stomach, then face.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, pulling back. “Look, thirty more minutes and I’ll be there-“ Olivia scoffed.
“Uh huh, I’ve heard that before. Get up, or I’m turning this off,” she made to move out of her palm but was easily pinned by Lana’s thumb. Olivia glared up in challenge, “what are you doing anyway?” The soft pad of the giant thumb gently ran along the length of her bare legs; Lana smiled upon noticing Olivia was wearing a shirt she’d bought for her. It was simple with the logo of her favorite band and hung down almost to her knees, just the way she liked it.
As Lana’s thumb trailed back up she caught the edge of the tiny woman’s shirt and found herself wondering what panties she was wearing tonight-oh how she itched to see. But she couldn’t, not now. There was work to be done. “Something that should have been done days ago,” she admitted finally. She gently placed Olivia on the desk, “thirty more minutes, I promise.”
Lana refocused on the screen, her hands moving slowly at first as she began typing again. She ignored Olivia’s presence-if she wanted to hang around Lana wouldn’t stop her-but she was determined to keep her word. Thirty minutes, no more, no less.
Olivia had other plans, and she knew just what to say to catch her attention. “Want to play a game?” She asked suddenly. Lana paused, brows furrowing. “Does it include preventing me from working? Or trying to get me to bed?”
“You don’t have to stop working, but I am trying to get you to bed.” If the lighting were better Lana would clearly be able to see the mischievous grin on the other woman’s face. Still, she listened curiously. “I’m going to play with you-“ that was not what she expected, “get you off, that is. However, so long as you’re sitting here working, you’re not allowed to touch.”
Heat rushed to Lana’s face at the abruptness of Olivia’s claim; she let out a short, disbelieving laugh, but already there was a warmth forming at her center. “And how exactly is that supposed to get me into bed?”
“Because, the rule is, if you want to touch or take matters into your own hands, you must do so in the bed. Otherwise you lose.” Lana smirked, leaning forward to loom over the tiny woman. “And if I take you right here anyway?” Her voice dropped to a whisper; Lana was so close now her breath ruffled Olivia’s hair. Yet she stood firm, holding her eyes. “Then I’ve still prevented you from working.” The smug tone sent Lana sitting upright, “fine. You’ve got yourself a deal. Thirty minutes, right? That’s how long you have to get me out of this chair.” She missed the triumphant look on Olivia’s face, focusing instead on slipping off her shorts, leaving the panties on. She offered a hand and lowered the woman between her legs.
Olivia was quick to find her footing on the soft cushion, Lana’s thighs rising like walls on either side of her.
“Remember, no touching, or we go to bed,” she reminded.
“Sure, sure,” Lana shrugged. “I remember. Goodluck.” Without warning she adjusted, pulling the seat beneath the desk. Olivia was jostled by the movement and caught herself on Lana’s thigh. She would have glared up at the larger woman, but her sky now consisted of the bottom of the desk.
Thirty minutes. Olivia smirked-that was more than enough time. The sound of fingers on keys resumed and she set to work.