cherry blossom girl
doriane pin/susie wolff ; office au ; car sex
Doriane tailed close behind her. The rhythmic sound of their combined footsteps echoing over the empty building. The sharp clicks of Susie’s heels and the softer step of Doriane’s flats.
“Are you sure Susie? I don’t want to trouble you.”
“Doriane, after the day we’ve had, it’s the least I can do,” Susie had gently said over her shoulder, stopping to swipe her card and call the lift.
written for @womeninmotorsport-fest










