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[consonanter]

[whatever you'd like, hmu]

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idk what this is

[stonehearts]

1/2 AMMAY *PLEASE* I'M WINGING THIS

[consonanter]

hehe "winging it"

[consonanter]

I see.

Should now be the time I remind you that you are still beholden to a trial in the eyes of the Harmony? Or would you rather face the truth in an unexpected way?

[Is he lying, is he telling the truth, does Sunday have a certain weirdass bullshit connection to Xipe or is he just pulling this all out of his ass? WHO KNOWS. What is known is that Aventurine shouldn't show his face anytime soon anywhere near Sunday. The results could be dire.]

if u weren't going to point it out i was

[stonehearts]

( There is a reason that Aventurine is sending this message from the warmth and comfort of a bed that, while not his, belongs to someone who has enough taste for high thread count sheets and is conveniently far enough away from Penacony that he can dangle the carrot of his resurrection with only minimal fear. Also the fact that Sunday probably isn't going to storm Ratio's private residence to drag him out.

Probably. )

Considering I no longer have the universe of all headaches, I think I'll have to take a raincheck on this trial of yours. Do send my regards to THEM, won't you?

i usually am shit at puns this wasn't even intentional

[consonanter]

[Sunday would not be the type to raid Ratio's privacy, Aventurine is correct- but the Halovian has connections in many ways, and the future is always a "gamble," isn't it?]

So you say. However THEY are not the type to simply forget. I will send my regards, so to speak, though I'm sure you're already aware that THEY know where you are.

Hopefully THEY will choose to be merciful.

[stonehearts]

( Always. He might have beaten death and gained some sense of, if not invincibility, then an sliver of self-worth in the face of it all. Which means that, once he has spent enough time indulging in the fact someone gives two shits about him, he's back in the game.

After all, his job isn't done until Penacony is in the hands of the IPC. )

Now, I don't know much about THEM myself, but it seems to me that if THEY really were concerned about what I may or may not have lied about or done THEY would have intervened at some point along the way. I had how many system hours, again? But seeing as I'm not there, sitting within THEIR grasp and yours, perhaps THEY have already decided on my fate.

Something to think about, at any rate.

[consonanter]

How surprising, you actually have spoken the truth for once. You don't know a thing about THEM. Consider me impressed.

[Soft yet bitter, bitter regret and anger that he holds- all because Robin is gone. He still has more questions than answers. It doesn't sit well with him to be left in this lull between revenge and catharsis.]

THEIR will is not one meant to be understood, gambler. Of course, I could speak on numerous things about THEM, but I'm positive it would only fall on deaf ears at this point.

I would suggest you keep an eye on wherever you step next- THEY tend to never truly let go of the ones who defy them and those in the harmonious echo.

[stonehearts]

( It must surely sting to find not only your sister dead, but the calm, idyllic dream shattered by a man who you'd tried to force into compliance and subservience. To idolize an Aeon who didn't prevent any of it, in spite of having THEIR metaphorical ear. The unflinching disdain of the gods is something Aventurine is familiar with, the loss of a beloved sister a familiar, aching pain.

But he didn't kill her. He didn't unleash the Meme on the Dream, either. He was there to shatter the perception of perfection, to sow doubt about the Family's ability to keep everyone safe -- that it was already on its way out certainly was a gift he wasn't going to look in the mouth. )

Hit a nerve, did I? That you're no closer to understanding what's going on in that Dream of yours while THEY let me wake up, whole and hale? Because I have to say, Sunday, getting off Penacony was easier than ever setting foot there. And maybe that's just because there's some divine comeuppance waiting for me on THEIR behalf.

Or maybe, just maybe -- THEY don't care.

Are you willing to bet on it?

[consonanter]

[In truth, Sunday has long known that The Family is not one he can easily trust. To put him on this pedestal to lead the Oak Family, to have Robin write to him of her discoveries- trust is something he can afford so very little these days. It cost him his sister's life, and if he's not careful, it'll also cost him his own.

(If he had the choice to leave, to take Robin and run... who's to say, really. Even he can't tell, anymore.)]

I will make no wager, nor do I see a point in your endless droning. [Yes, Aventurine absolutely hit a nerve, and Sunday's irritated by it. He fully believes in the Harmony, but to continuously come up on the losing side, to remain empty-handed... The Family's expectations and demands dig into him like barbs, hold him hostage, threaten to choke him if he isn't careful.

And, more than anything else, now he knows the Sigonian wasn't the one who brought "Death" here. The answers slip through his fingers like sand, and he takes a long moment before he sends anything else.]

Do not return. Should I even catch a hint of your touch or presence here, I will make you regret it.

[stonehearts]

Now, now. Don't threaten me with a good time. Maybe you should save all that vitriol for whoever's been messing with Penacony instead.

But rest assured, I've no plans to get anywhere near your crumbling dream any time soon. I think I've earned a restful retirement for a job well done, and I fully plan on enjoying it.

[crisantemo]

[ It's warm.

That's the first thought that comes to mind as Lapis slowly squints awake - it's still dark, so it's clearly far too early - but she still finds herself blearily coming back to consciousness all the same. Sleep is still difficult for her, but the recent habit of sharing a bed with Sunday has helped to ease that issue.

It's why she doesn't jerk awake from nightmares anymore, instead slowly pulled from sleep when the dreams lean towards a little too intense - and with the weight of Sunday's arm around her, she finds herself reluctant to do anything more than blearily blink through the dim light. And then her eyes trail up, taking in the sight of her... what could she even call their relationship, at this point?

Whatever he is, what they are to each other, he's still asleep and it's once of the few times he actually looks relaxed. No furrow to his brow or façade in place... It's nice, to see him like this, and she can't help but reach up to brush some stray strands of hair from his face. Just so she can get a better look, before the day actually starts. ]

[consonanter]

[He isn't the type to let others see through him, most days. Introverted and perhaps overguarded are the two main things Sunday has always had, and for him, it's suited him just fine. He's never had a need for companionship in terms of it being a forever bound or long-lasting thing, and he wasn't going to change his mind about it.

Until now.

Lapis has convinced him to let her sleep beside him, if only to soothe the night terrors that cling to her everywhere she goes. Sunday has done this song and dance with her for some time- basically to a point where he's no longer sure where the lines between them start and stop, with who and what they even are in this relationship now. It's confusing, frightening, electrifying and rewarding all at once, and his usual paranoia of being close to people doesn't seem as strong as it once was.

For the morning, Sunday is unguarded and asleep, unaware that Lapis is awake. One of his headwings moves as she brushes the strands away from his face, gently bumping her hand as if it were a greeting of sorts. But Sunday doesn't wake- merely shifts and continues to dream, face half buried in the pillow and unresponsive. It's one of the very few times she can see him truly relax, him usually being so focused on keeping himself safe and also keeping an eye on Lapis and how she's faring. When the sun finally rises, that tension will all return at once, and the façade will once again take over.

But for now, it's just this, between them- and that's enough.]

[crisantemo]

[ This is a sight just for her, and Lapis can't help but feel slightly smug about it. That she's the one who gets to see Sunday, always so composed and guarded, in such a vulnerable state. Sure, she may sometimes enjoy working on his last nerve just to see his reaction, but... This is nice too.

And even with all the underlying fear and worries in the face of this... relationship between them changing, she's glad she can lay here with him like this. So she can't stop herself from smiling gently as one of the headwings bumps against her hand, a chuckle escaping her in response; a soft, whispery sound lest she risk waking him. It's almost a little tempting to turn her touch there, but... That might get more of a response and it's still far too early, especially since they were up a little late. Which was her fault.

Not that she regrets it, though the faint sting along her neck tells her she might when she looks in the mirror later. For now she just yawns quietly, taking the a moment to stretch before relaxing against him once more; almost cat-like as she dozes. While she no longer has such intense night terrors, falling back asleep after waking up is still a mission and one she fails frequently.

With sleep evading her, she instead turns her attention to Sunday once more - again reaching to brush her fingers through his hair, though it's more of an absent-minded touch. Merely savouring the feeling of his hair through her fingers, as her still-sleepy attention stays focused on him. ]

time for some nsfw

[crisantemo]

[ Maybe teasing someone already so high-strung and stressed out from paperwork was a bad idea, but Lapis likes to think she's offering Sunday an outlet for his stress. And she certainly didn't mind when he decided he had enough and pushed her against the desk, the resulting surge of heat and excitement almost dizzying as she pulled him close when his lips crushed against hers.

She's certain her tights are a lost cause at this point, torn in impatience with her panties simply pulled to the side - honestly she thinks those are beyond saving too, the white fabric almost translucent from just how wet she is. The rest of their clothes are in disarray, fabric mostly pulled aside in a frenzy to touch and feel; her hands are tight around Sunday's collar and a leg hooked around his waist to pull him closer still. Even these scant few inches feel like too much, and she's so terribly empty that it aches. ]

S-see - [ Her breath catches, a tremor working up her spine as he finally, finally sinks into her. Already she clenches tight around him, desperate for him to fill her completely. ] - isn't this a... better use of your desk?

[ Even as breathless as she sounds, she's still so smug about it - she got what she wanted, after all. And content in the knowledge of that, she decides to indulge in seeing what else might prompt a reaction from him; a hand reaching for his halo, fingers wrapping around the outer circle as she tugs. ]

[consonanter]

[He was supposed to be filling out paperwork.

Sunday is no stranger to how things usually are between them. A song and dance between a monster and her killswitch has always been one they've played over the years. But it has never been like this- not until recently. Lapis is infuriating when she decides to do something to rile him. When she demands his attention, pushes and pulls against every very carefully layered part of his demeanor, and somehow makes her way in still. It's enough to drive him mad.]

Lapis. [He's annoyed, tone half a growl and buried into her throat. Both hands are gripped around her like a vice, possessive and aggressive in how he claims her as his. Still, Sunday can't ignore how it makes electricity crawl up his spine with how tight she is around him, how as close as they are right now, it's still not close enough. Not to him. He needs more, he needs her, and it is an aching need that with either be satisfied or send him spiraling over the edge.

Even worse is how he recognizes what she's doing, and he doesn't try to stop himself from reacting. She's goading him, smugness clear in her voice, and it grinds against every self-taught lesson in patience and in knowing how to wait. His hips cant in a steady rhythm as his fingers dig into her waist, heat pressed against her neck as his tongue marks her with his teeth. His headwings are no exception in how they push forward and press against her skin- soft and gentle, even as Sunday shoves his mouth downwards and into Lapis's collarbone.

And then she grabs his halo.

In his past life, a Halovian's halo was one of the most important things they had in distinguishing themselves amongst their people. It was one that they had to train themselves in to keep it mentally aloft until it was just the same as breathing. Grabbing something that important causes him to almost lose his focus in keeping it steady- and also sets something inwardly ablaze. Sunday grabs at the leg at his waist and forces it up, resting it on his shoulder in retaliation as he picks up the pace just a little, enough to make sure Lapis feels it.]

You- should know better. [She does, he knows she does. But she also likes to annoy him, and he knows that too. It all depends on how far she wants to push him.]

[crisantemo]

[ Maybe hearing Sunday say her name like that shouldn't send a thrill through her, but it's enough to cause her to tremble sharply as her head tilts back - giving him more room to mark the skin. She'll regret this later when she sees the marks he left behind, but right now it's all she wants. For him to mark her, claim her, make it so she feels this hours later. All she wants right now is him, the feeling of his teeth and tongue against her neck pulling shaky gasps from her lips.

And honestly, she should have expected some retaliation. But she still chokes out a gasp as he moves her leg to his shoulder, the change in the angle causing him to brush against a spot that has her seeing stars. That, with how his hips move faster against her own, sends a sharp wave of pleasure through her - burning through her veins and bringing tears to her eyes from how it sears through her. ]

Sunday-! [ His name leaves her in a sharp cry, back arching off the desk as her hips press desperately to his. She needs him so badly, more than she's needed anything else. This still isn't enough; she wants him deeper, closer, until her senses are completely filled with him. ]

H-hah, maybe... [ He's right, she does know better. But she wants to push him, she wants to see all that carefully maintained control burn away into nothing. Consequences are something she can worry about later.

And while his retaliation was enough for her hold to loosen, momentarily distracted and dazed, she's quickly coherent enough to tighten her grip again. Now that she knows that gets a reaction, she won't hesitate to abuse it. ]

But I don't want you to hold back. [ She feels how his headwings brush against her too, gentle in comparison to how he grips onto her. So she angles her head, leaning down just down to brush lips and teeth against the edge of one. ]

[consonanter]

[He's heard Lapis say his name a million times over the years in a million different ways, and yet it always surprises him how much he enjoys hearing her come undone. The way her back arches and pushes her throat right against his teeth has him smiling perhaps a little too widely, a little too smugly in return for how she practically clamors for him to fuck her senseless.

Unfortunately, she's playing a dangerous game that he really has no interest in, so Sunday is going to do what he always does- make sure the control stays in his grasp for as long as he can. Where he was moving at a decent pace before with the both of their hips, now Sunday slows down and takes his time, choosing to go deep instead. There's a shuddered exhale from him as he shifts, heat and pleasure rushing up his back and tightening like a coil in his abdomen, slowly waiting to release.

Still, despite all this, he does not expect her to shift and touch his headwings- and he pays for it, especially with how sensitive they are right now. Lapis' mouth brushes against the feathers and a sound like a mix between a groan and a gasp escapes his lips. The end result has him let out a deep growl in retaliation once he realizes what she's done, and his teeth latch onto her shoulder as he bites down momentarily. Were they meant to be in a meeting later today, there may have been concern as to how he marks her here and now. It's all an afterthought at this point, though.

There's a huff of amusement as he lifts his head afterwards, another thrust pointedly slow, purposely trying to drive her insane.]

I'd wish you luck, but- [He won't let go like that, it's not who he is (or so he thinks).] You did choose me, after all.

[crisantemo]

[ Sunday slows the pace, slides in deeper and Lapis practically whines at the sensation - it's almost agonizing, allowing her to feel every inch of him as he presses deep inside her. Her hands curl at the edge of the desk, needing something to help ground her as her breath stutters; hips still instinctively pressing into his, still wanting him as deep as possible. Honestly she should've known he would do something like this, she knows how stubbornly he clings onto control, so she can't help but feel a little smug herself when even just that brush against his headwings prompts such a reaction.

Not that she can celebrate her slight victory for long; the bite pulling a choked gasp from her, the sting only adding to the burn of pleasure rushing through her. If she cared about marks before, she's long since passed that point - now only curious if she can make him do that again, the sound of that growl making her ache. There's an idea through the pleasurable haze quickly overtaking her, but that's forgotten as he thrusts into her again.

It's maddening, it's feels so so good but also not enough. For that moment all she can manage is a choked gasp of his name as she shudders, chest heaving as he slides into her so slowly. Hands tense at the edge of the desk, knuckles white as the sensation overwhelms her for that moment, before she manages to gather some composure. Only some; her words are breathless and shaky, faint shivers still rushing up her spine as heat pools and clenches in her abdomen. ]

Y-you're right, I did choose you. And it's only you I want. [ Control issues and all. ] Though you know how... stubborn I am.

[ But that means she just has to keep encouraging him to let go.

Which is why a hand releases its grip on the edge of the desk, reaching up to press her fingers against the base of one of his headwings - nails lightly scratching at the feathers there. The other, once again, reaches for his halo; once more gripping tight and tugging. Though this comes with the aim - along with riling him up of course - of bringing his head closer to hers, to make it easier to press her lips to his. ]

puts nsfw warning here

[crisantemo]

[ Really, Sunday should've expected that Lapis would find a way to get back at him after the whole... incident with the leash. She enjoyed it, of course, but she's also not one to simply let him get away with that. And maybe this is another excuse to get under his skin again, she does enjoy seeing him lose his composure a little too much...

So she waits, plotting for the perfect moment to get back at him. And luckily for her, Sunday eventually has a meeting about some organisational things; something regarding team synergy or whatever, not that it means much to her since she only tends to work with Sunday. The most important thing is that this provides her with the opportunity she was waiting for, and as far as Sunday is aware, she's content to entertain herself while he's busy.

At first the meeting goes on without any issues... It's only after a good few minutes have passed that she finally makes her way in. Not through the door, but through the shadow under his desk - announcing her presence with a gentle brush of her hand against his knee, a small and oh-so smug smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she shifts closer. Not hesitating to motion his legs to part so she can take her spot between them, knowing he can't say anything lest he call attention to this situation. ]

[consonanter]

[He's not one to really take luxuries when it comes to certain situations- Sunday prefers most things straightforward and blunt, easy to discern and negotiate. Oftentimes this means conversations, debates, mediation, and whatever else is thought of in the meantime. Meetings with him usually are a common occurrence, mostly discussions as the Order figures a way to have him work with some of the zealots while still maintaining his presence as Lapis' killswitch. It's a situation of give and take, one where he can easily move about if necessary, and be required at a specific time and place when needed.

This one in particular is about future team assignments and where exactly they'll be placed- normally this is something he's left out of, Sunday usually receiving orders after things have been discussed. Some of the higher members have wanted to start including him on certain subjects, wanting to see how well he works with others and what all he can bring to the Order as a result. If anything, most of these meetings bore him, memories of leading the Oak Family far too similar and repetitive to everything else.

Unfortunately, his boredom isn't going to last. Not when he feels something touch his knee unexpectedly, almost positive nothing was there moments earlier. He doesn't need to know who's touched him, because there's only one person he knows specifically who can suddenly show up without him knowing. Yet despite realizing all this, it still catches him off-guard. The sound of a startle barely escapes his throat before he's placed the edge of his pen in his mouth to stifle anything else. Luckily it's missed by the other three members in the group, and Sunday sighs. Why is Lapis here, during a meeting, under his desk and-

...the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, an exhale pushing slowly out as his teeth grit inwardly, incredibly aware of her pushing both his legs apart so she can have her fun.

Aeons he's going to kill her once this meeting is over.]

[crisantemo]

[ Lapis knows she has to keep quiet throughout this, but she still has to suppress the giggle when she notices how he startles. Biting on her lip for the moment as she slides herself between his legs, the hands resting on his knees trailing up and along to his inner thighs; it's only a gentle touch, light and teasing for the moment. Mostly because she doesn't want to do anything too intense just yet.

It would be a lot more fun (for her, not for him) to try to pry reactions from him when he has to focus, after all. So she waits, listens as she leans in to rest her cheek against his thigh, fingers only barely brushing against the front of his pants. And maybe teasing him like this is a little mean, all gentle and fleeting touches, but she figures it's fair after how much he's teased her before. It would be nice to see him squirm a bit.

Only when a question is directed towards Sunday does she move, fingers working button and zipper aside before she leans in the rest of the way. There's only a wash of warm breath and a brush of her lips against the front of his underwear, another taunting touch before she leans up to press her lips to the skin just above the hem of the fabric. Her plan is to drag this out as long as possible and see just how much she can get under his skin.

She is absolutely aware she's going to pay for this later, and she's not going to regret a single second. ]

[consonanter]

[The worst part about this is that he can't bring any sort of attention to her at all. Even a quick look under the desk risks one of the other three members to question what's going on, and then both he and Lapis will be in trouble. Instead, he tries to discourage her from doing anything else, one foot going onto a knee and pressing as a don't you dare to her antics.

"Sunday, what's your input on current team dynamics?"

Fuck. Sunday's attention turns to the one furthest from him, thinking.]

That would de- [He can feel Lapis' hands work with finesse, her breath mere centimeters from his briefs, and it sends a straight line of heat through his spine. Sunday's voice breaks for a split second, one hand to his forehead while he clears his throat in the interim.] -depend on where, exactly, you're asking about. There's always the need for improvement.

[The other three look at each other, concern on their faces, before one speaks again. "Is something the matter?"

Sunday shakes his head, the pen in his other hand waving off their question.]

It's simply a migraine I've been facing on and off all day, nothing more. Continue, please.

["Very well. Regarding teams stationed around North America, do you think things have been kept in line so far?"

Sunday goes to open his mouth, and Lapis puts her lips right to his lower abdomen, a sharp inhale coming through his teeth as he quietly places the hand on his forehead now over his mouth. If anything, he tries to make it look like he's considering the question, when in reality he's dreading what's coming next.]

As it stands now, yes- though one thing we should keep in mind is who goes into each team, and what dynamics they may have. Clashing personalities will not help any sort of mission sent out, and it may even hinder the group as a whole.

[Aeons help him, this is only going to get worse.]

[crisantemo]

[ Lapis reads the message he's trying to deliver when his foot presses against her knee, and promptly ignores it - simply squeezing her fingers around his thigh in response. Her antics are absolutely going to continue, especially since she's getting reactions already.

And while it's unseen, hearing him refer to her as a "migraine" gets her brows to raise - and for the press of her lips to his skin to change to a press of teeth, not hesitating to mark the skin. She only half-pays attention to what Sunday and the others are talking about, instead focused more on her dear partners reactions; while she's liked what she's heard so far, she's also determined to pry more from him. So unfortunately for him, she's just all the more encouraged now.

Her lips and tongue trail along the exposed skin of his lower abdomen for now, soothing over the mark she left, as she waits for another question to be directed his way. Once that happens, she finally moves lower - her breath drifting across the front of his briefs as her lips press against him. There's no movement to get rid of that barrier of fabric just yet, and there's only the slightest hint of pressure as her lips trace over the shape of him. And her hands remain on his thighs for the moment, clearly intending to keep tormenting him like this.

He's right, it is absolutely going to get worse. ]

[consonanter]

[The more she does this, the more Sunday wants to hiss her name and pull her out from under the desk. Not only is she a distraction, she's very clearly trying to do this when he's the main focus of the conversation. Even worse, she knows exactly what will get him wound up to the point of complete frustration, and that is the last thing he needs right now.

It still doesn't stop the quick jolt he does when he feels teeth against his stomach, then followed by a tongue. If no one were here, he'd be close to grumbling at her now, telling her to be patient and let him finish his work. But the stakes are higher here, and they're now in a game that he didn't sign up for- and unfortunately is now being forced to play.

Still, this isn't any different from her previous antics. It isn't. He can do this, he can ignore her and not give that much of a reaction at all. After all, this isn't Sunday's first time with Lapis testing him underneath his desk, and he'd like to think he's gotten better because of it. (He hasn't.)

"And as far as we're concerned, rebellion is always a potential if we let team members stray too far, no?"

"Quite right, sir, we can't have that sort of idea manifest in a group if we can help it."

"I also agree- any sort of disgruntled behavior needs to be immediately corrected."

He's about to add his own answer when he feels Lapis' head go lower, a tightness beginning to slowly wind into a coil in the pit of his stomach. Sunday doesn't dare think of the sight of her right now, long red hair between his legs and hands on his sides, jaw clenching as he wills himself to ignore it. Instead, he tunes back into the discussion, focusing on complacency and diligence in being loyal to the Black Order and their ways. The Halovian almost forgets for a moment that he has his visitor under his desk, mind racing to find the words he needs to say...

It's when she puts her mouth against his clothed cock, however, that all bets are off- there's a low sound that escapes his throat at that, Sunday quickly shutting his mouth after the fact. There doesn't seem to be any noticing, but he doesn't want to risk it, so he continues, once again ignoring Lapis' actions to try and rile him further. A hand splays outwards as he talks, trying to draw the group's attention to the conversation and not to anything involving him, specifically.]

Rebellion is always going to be an issue. It simply depends on if we can see the problems first before they truly become larger issues. Interfere too early, and we risk putting our reputation on the line. React too late, and we could end up in an even greater mess than what we started with.

[crisantemo]

[ The smug little smile at his jolt is more felt than seen, knowing he's going to have a much harder time hiding his reactions from here. And while the mention of rebellion does catch Lapis' attention for a brief second, it's not enough to take her away from her self-imposed task to get under Sunday's skin as much as possible. It's why she doesn't do anything more between those lulls in conversation, letting him think he can get away with a coherent answer before kindly reminding him otherwise.

So it does take some willpower not to chuckle when she hears that low noise, knowing he's going to do his absolute best to ignore her now. Especially as he takes part in the conversation once more, giving nothing more than the faint brush of breath and light press of her lips against him while he speaks - not bothering to move or add any more pressure. No, she'll let him say his piece and wait.

Especially as she intends to makes things just that little bit more worse for him. Lips part when focus is once more brought on him, tongue pressing against the side of his cock through the thin fabric - trailing along the length of him. It's a languid drag of her tongue, indulgent and slow as if savouring the feeling of him through that flimsy barrier, before pressing her tongue against the tip. Her head dips back down to repeat the touch, tongue ever-so slowly dragging from base to tip in that - though the hand now reaching to the hem of his underwear, to tug it further down, hints towards what she has planned next.

Sunday is absolutely going to kill her after this is all over, and she will not regret a single second of it. ]

[consonanter]

[He hates how much he can tell how smug she is right now. If there is anything he knows well enough about her, it's how she enjoys trying to test every part of his patience as much as she can, if only because of how they are as people, and how this whole relationship between them has become. Sunday isn't a fool- she's doing this as retaliation, and he's pretty sure he knows why. Which means this is only going to continue to get worse- not that he expected anything less from her at this point.

She's given him a bit of reprieve for the moment, and he sighs, slowly forcing himself to breathe out and ignore the fact that Lapis is between his legs-]

"If we were to enact this, what would be our best approach? Any thoughts, Sunday?"

We'd be better off more than likely- [The heat and pleasure that suddenly comes from Lapis's tongue causes Sunday to stiffen, him clamping down on the pen in his mouth once again. Fuck. He has to pay attention to the meeting, he has to keep himself composed and act like nothing is happening, otherwise this can turn into something so much worse. Breathe, Sunday- breathe. Focus on your task, this is not the first time she's done something like this, just don't think about it. Of course, that works about as well as it usually does, and as he feels her tongue on his length trail a second time, he has to put a hand on his head to try and feign this "migraine" while also avoid giving away that there is someone quite literally blowing him from under his desk.

The unfortunate thing is that his cock is more than eager to get all this attention from Lapis, rising to the occasion and beginning to press against the fabric. Of course, she entertains the notion as her hand goes to fully unclothe him, and Sunday wants to scream. Instead, he grits his teeth and pushes the air through his nose, doing his damnedest to ignore what's going to happen next.] -to use both observation as well as connections. Should they show interest or perhaps be attached to someone or something that the Black Order knows about, we can use that to our advantage.

[He hates everything right about now- and his own form of retaliation is going to have to wait until he can get these people out of his office. Dammit.]