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5. Earlobe Kiss
He was, as usual, infuriating.
"Petra," Auruo groaned - "It's so damn hot out. Can't we just take a break instead of doing these reports?"
Petra pinched the bridge of her nose in an effort to calm her boiling blood pressure. The temperature definitely didn't help - and while the old castle was drafty as hell in the winter, the summer was perhaps even worse, when it turned into a giant stone oven. And as usual, all soldiers were required to present daily in full uniform.
She'd half a mind to peel off those tight white pants that second and throw on a loose dress if anything - Auruo in her room be damned.
Well, given the things that had started in January, he probably wouldn't mind too much.
"Petraaaa," he groaned, snapping her out of her reverie. "Why does heichou need these done right away anyway?"
"Don't you outrank me?" she snapped. "Why are you asking my permission?"
"Not technically," he shot back, and pointed his fountain pen in her direction. "And because you're such a fuckin' goody-too-shoes that if you say it's okay for me to not do the reports, then it's probably fine."
"Get yourself in and out of trouble," she grumped.
"Jeez," he said, and held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Who the fuck got your gear in a twist? I was just askin'." He rolled his shoulders and turned back to the stack of papers on the - her desk. (Why had he invaded her bedroom anyway? Didn't he have his own space?)
Her lips quirked and she padded over behind him before settling her hands on the back of the chair and leaning forward.
"Finish the papers --" she murmured, and caught his earlobe between her lips. She dragged her teeth lightly, lightly along the sensitive skin, and flicked the tip of her tongue once before letting go.
"--And we'll see what happens next."