Desra loved her job. She had a nice office on the eighth floor of her building. Just high enough that the noise from the street was not a problem but she could still people watch when she needed inspiration. Being an illustrator usually meant long quiet days at home sipping tea from her own garden. She was quite content to spend her day as such, but when bigger clients came in for consultations, she'd often spend the whole day at the office.
Her client on that particular day had been quite picky and it had tired her out. She liked drawing not talking to people, But it was part of the job. So she had dealt with it professionally.
She was staring out the window watching a couple share a brief kiss outside the bistro across the street. She was snapped out of watching the deepening kiss when there was a soft knock at her door.
She did not have to say anything. Fye had already opened the door and made her way to sit at Desra's desk.
"I'm so glad you got that last client," Fye slumped into the plush cushions of the chair and sighed.
"You're better at dealing with clients like him."
"That doesn't mean I enjoy it."
Desra gave a sigh of her own and bent back over the sketch left in the clients wake, completely altered from the first draft. She did not look back up until she felt two hands on her shoulders massaging them slightly.
"You work too much," Fye said.
"You don't work enough," Desra countered. But she knew that wasn't true. Fye was incredibly dedicated and, at least to Desra, a far better artist.
Fye just laughed and continued her massage. Desra couldn't help but moan a little. She tried to disguise it with a cough but Fye definitely knew what she was doing.
"Fye..." Desra could barely finish her sentence as Fyes slender fingers pressed into the knots where her shoulders met her neck.
"Let me finish," Fye said softly, her breath tickling Desra's ear.
Desra stayed quiet and let the woman continue.
Fye's hands crept across her shoulders. Every now and again her thumbs would trace the skin just below the neckline of Desra's blouse. Desra had long since lost her composure. She hoped Fye couldn't tell that she was breathing more heavily now. She was acutely aware of the hands on her shoulders and she couldn't help but image them elsewhere.
"Are you okay?" Fye asked.
Desra reflexively craned her neck to stare up at the woman but as soon as she turned her words got caught in her throat. She had long admired Fye. She was one of the most impressive persons she had ever met. But Desra could not pin point the moment her admire had turned to something more akin to desire.
"I don't know," Desra said softly her eyes not leaving Fye's. She relished in Fye's gentle smile as she stepped back though neither looked away.
"I came in to ask if you wanted to get dinner with me," Fye said. Her eyes seemed to darken as Desra looked away to grab her phone and stand.
"Of course," Desra said suddenly aware that Fye had not stepped back very far.
The two women stood chest to chest. Desra prayed her heart did not sound as loud to the other woman as it did to her. She waited a breath for Fye to step back but she did not.
"Do I make you nervous?" Fye asked looking down.
Desra had not though much about their height difference previously but now looking up at Fye she felt the difference quite clearly and she liked it.
