Annia stood there, between the intense feeling of pleasure and the nagging thought that she should probably hurry up before she misses the train.
With Gisele's arms still wrapped around her waist and her warmth seeping into the smaller woman's clothes, the youth found herself in one of the rarest circumstances, stuck between what she wanted and what she needed to do.
She stood there for a minute, taking in the warm scent of oak and fresh waters.
Her body seemed to become alert, taking to account every breath the taller woman took.
The way long fingers gently caressed her abdomen and pulled her in, and the sensation of Gisele's breast pressing against her back.
It all made goose bumps raise on her skin and her heart beat quicken.
Gisele moved in closer, her steps slow and elegant like the movement of swans gliding over water surface.
The noir haired beauty rested her chin on the brunettes shoulder, not worried but comforted by the soft curls that twirled around her ear and the side of her neck.
She was falling for every inch of this young woman, from the curve of her small nose to the twirls of her locks, every bit of Annia was so beautiful that she knew passing her up would be one of her biggest mistakes.
And Gisele doesn't like making mistakes.
Taking in the natural scent that emitted from Annia skin, her aroma the mixture of wild lavender just plucked from a meadow and old books with endless pages.
It was a different smell, not too over powering nor generic. The delicacy of her natural scent was intoxicating to the ebony skinned woman, and as she breathed in she found herself desiring more of the woman she held in her arms.
"My office is right over there." She said, feeling the shift of the brunettes head as she looked straight ahead.
The office was not large, in comparison to the one the CEO has back home it was actually three times smaller.
Instead it was medium size, it was built for Mike but after deciding he was above everyone else he decided to build a bigger one on the lower floor.
The only thing that bothered Annia about the whole new office thing was that he took a huge chunk of money from the company and everyone's paycheck, and the cut made life even more difficult for her and Alison.
"Would you mind showing me your desk?" Gisele spoke, breaking the silence and Annia focus on the office.
Silence seemed to extend between them, effortless and without a care.
Gisele didn't mind it in-fact she found it strangely soothing, and a real contrast to her perpetually busy life.
But the CEO knew the brunette was thinking about something, most likely over-thinking something, and she just wanted to know what it was that traveled through her mind.
"I would but..."
The brunette wanted to show the stunning woman everything but she had to hurry up and make it back home before it got too late.
"But..."
Gisele spoke questioningly as she waited for the youths response.
"But I have to hurry up before I miss the train."
The black haired woman stopped for a minute, watching the way Annia's pale fingers twirled around each other anxiously, as if her reply would be the determining factor in the brunettes decision.
"Well..."
She lifted her chin from the woman's shoulder, already missing the contact with the irresistible youth.
"I could always drive you there. I'm sure it would be less of a hassle."
Annia turned her body around so that she was no longer looking at the CEO's office ahead of her but the tall woman herself.
As her slim figure moved, the brunette realized that Gisele's arms were still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
In that second their bodies were even closer, the youths curly locks bounced as she spun softly, and the wind that carried her fast movement pushed back Gisele's light strands of midnight as well.
She stopped, tilting her head up so that she could look at the beautiful woman that still made her heart beat.
In that close moment her big hazel-brown eyes searched.
The youth has experienced so many circumstances where someone would offer her something because they felt obligated or wanted more in return, and she would be in a position where life was even more strained. She didn't want that.
Annia wanted to make sure the woman was truly asking her out of want and not responsibility.
In those gray eyes she saw a look a sincerity, as if Gisele wasn't just asking cause she wanted to be 'nice' but because she actually wanted to take Annia home.
Just seeing that little glow in her eyes brought joy to the small woman's heart.
Snapping from the daze she fell in when looking into Gisele's eyes, Annia's, as if by instinct, refused the offer politely.
She has always been like her father, head strong and independent. Even when her family was struggling with their bills, her father never asked for help and worked until his very last breath. It was honorable and the brunette always looked up to him and his work ethic.
But in this circumstance she wanted to go with Gisele, to be around her longer and continue feeling the warmth of her long arms around her waist.
The sensation of her cool fingers touching her stomach and arms.
The taste of her supple lips, every inch of Gisele Annia wanted to remember and experience more of.
"Oh that's fine. The train is no....hassle."
Hearing the words come from her mouth Annia already how much of a lie she was speaking, but she couldn't stop herself.
It had become mechanically as time progressed, from the moment her parents died people have been manipulating her and when she was younger she made the mistake of trusting them.
That entire time of her life changed her, and now she just refuses even the smallest offers.
Gisele rose a brow, those sharp eyes peering into Annia, her body leaning in closer and the youth slightly tilting back with uncertainty.
"Really?"
Brown-hazels looked everywhere but into ice grays, from the walls to the wooden floors Annia found anything to distract her.
Gisele found the entire circumstance entertaining however.
She enjoyed the way the curly haired youth tried to avoid her eyes, those small lips in a slight smirk, but when her long fingers gently pressed into Annia's back she heard the brunette gasp.
"Look at me Annia." She whispered, her words close to the curly haired woman's ear and breath warm with the scent of coffee.
"I want to drive you home." The tall woman inched closer, her body pressing nearer to the youth. "But I can't if you won't let me."
"I just think that um...it would be, you know, less of a hassle if...I just took...the train. You know."
Those large eyes peeked up in a way that made the older woman want to squeeze Annia in a hug and kiss her over and over again.
But she didn't. Instead her head lightly tilted to the side in an attempt to understand why the youth did not want a ride.
"Is that what you want?"
"Mmph?"
A brow rose, the color darker than her mousse tousled hair and thick in a way that wasn't too overpowering, but striking enough to contrast with the soft curves of her face.
"Annia..." She whispered in a way that depicted her wavering patience with the petite woman's antics.
