open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: maxine. mid 30s
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
The hum of the overhead lights blended with the quiet clicking of Maxine’s keyboard. It was mid-afternoon, and the office had settled into that familiar lull between meetings and deadlines—too late for lunch, too early to leave. Maxine sat behind her desk, posture straight despite the ache that had started to settle between her shoulders.
She adjusted her cardigan, subtly tugging it across her chest. Since giving birth a few months ago, her body had been in a constant state of adjustment. Her breasts, already full before, felt impossibly heavy these days—especially in the hours between nursing or pumping. She had meant to step out earlier to relieve the pressure, but the morning had gotten away from her, and her next meeting was only minutes away.
Her blouse, light and fitted, strained ever so slightly with the rise and fall of her breath. She crossed her arms gently, as if that might help contain the fullness or at least distract her from the growing tension beneath her bra. But it didn’t.
She felt the first warmth gather before she saw it—just a slow, damp spreading sensation against the inside of her shirt. Her lips parted slightly in a silent curse. Not now. She shifted in her chair and reached for her cardigan again, considering whether she had time to make a discreet exit.
And that’s when the door opened. Maxine froze for a heartbeat.
The damp spot had just begun to bloom through the fabric, darkening the soft material over one side of her chest, and the other was close behind. Her arms instinctively crossed again, a futile effort at cover. Her face flushed with heat, but she didn’t rush to explain. Instead, she lifted her chin slightly, reclaiming her composure.