Dirty Christmas
The office echoed our moans, holiday music faint from the lobby below.
Climax hit me again, pussy spasming, milking him. "Taviel!" He buried deep, groaning as he came, pulsing inside me.
We lay tangled, hearts pounding in sync. He brushed hair from my face, tender. "That wasn't just heat. I meant what I said earlier. I see you."
Tears pricked my eyes; in his arms, the holiday loneliness faded. "And I see you, Taviel. More than the uniform." We dressed slowly, sharing laughs over rumpled clothes.