The Calm In The Storm
I hate both of you idiots. You both know who are you. /lh
Smut warning.
A storm raged outside. Not The Storm, thankfully, but it was still a heavy one.
It was meant to be a simple way to their mission, to infiltrate a mansion housing a powerful Arcanist in Victorian England. Unfortunately, there was not much information to go off of, other than there being a party at the mansion that they knew the Arcanist would attend. How the Foundation knows, however, is something that was not spoken to the Timekeeper.
And, to add insult to injury, there was a storm, making them seek cover deep inside of a greenhouse.
Vertin was dressed in an attire with large traces of white in it. It made her stand out more, but overall, it was nice.
Meanwhile, Sonetto had a nice dress, and worse glasses. They made her look cute, in Vertin's expert opinion.
After all of these years... Sonetto was still afraid of thunderstorms. It was just something that stayed with her, Vertin supposes.
Thankfully, Sonetto forgets all about the sound of the storm as the clanging of the table she's holding onto caused by their banging drowns out the thunder.
It was a rhythm both were familiar with, but Sonetto still could never time herself with Vertin's thrusts.
Sonetto could still hear the rumbling storm outside of the greenhouse, but the claps of her asscheeks were louder than the claps of thunder.
It was messy, out of order, and against protocol... maybe then, that was why Sonetto adored these dallies so much.
One last thrust from the Timekeeper, and Sonetto let out a breath she didn't know she was keeping in as the essence of time flowed through her Venice canal.
The exit made her instantly feel colder, but Vertin embraced her from behind.
"Feel better?" she asked, leaning into Sonetto's neck.
Sonetto gave a small laugh. "I do. Thank you, Ti... Vertin."
