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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]