"I guess I'll see you Friday then, Ms. Kane."
"Can’t wait, Weston."
With that, she ended the call, bringing the phone to her lips, letting a face-splitting smile erupt across her face.
That went better than she could've hoped for.
She twitched when the phone buzzed against her lips and she went to check it immediately, but it wasn't Candace this time. It was Jade.
J: OMG WHAT?!
J: TELL ME EVERYTHING
Grinning to herself, Violet set to typing. Jade had no idea just how much she had to share.
Chapter 6
Candace was on time.
She timed her arrival perfectly, slipping through the door a minute before closing, relieved that the library was empty this time. Clicking the door shut gently, she watched as Violet rose from her chair to stand authoritatively behind the front desk in an echo of their first meeting.
So much had happened in such a short while. Candace had a strong feeling that even more was about to happen.
"Hey." She said eloquently, unable to stop a smile spreading across her face when she saw Violet's features smooth over as their eyes connected. Her shoulders relaxed too, as if she was waiting for a while and her patience had finally been rewarded.
Fuck, Violet somehow managed to look even better tonight.
The long blonde hair smoothed back in a loose bun was the same, the square glasses catching the reflection of the computer screen as she bent over to turn it off. She was wearing a tight grey sweater, thin but form-fitting, with sleeves hugging her upper arms to her elbows. Another high-waisted pencil skirt completed her ensemble, also dark grey in the gentle library lights. She looked good enough to eat and Candace had to stop herself from getting too excited. Tonight she would be following Violet's lead.
"Good evening." Violet responded as she maneuvered around the front desk before clicking over to Candace, her steps languid.
High heels too. Excellent. Very, very excellent.
Candace allowed herself a second to watch her approach, drinking in every detail. She had every right, she thought, because it felt like it had been years since she'd last seen Violet. The last few days seemed the longest of them all. After the call she had to stop herself from coming back immediately several times. Per day.
She kept eye contact as Violet stopped in front of her, firmly inside Candace's personal space. Weston reached out, making Candace's breath catch before turning the key in the lock behind Candace's back.
Oh fuck, that was a good sign. Candace's face lit up as Weston looked at her, eyes glinting with amusement.
"Nervous, Ms. Kane?"
Candace grinned. "Not at all. Why would I be nervous?” To her credit her voice betrayed only giddiness. “I came prepared for anything tonight. Observe." She said smoothing her hand over the front of her coat, drawing attention to it and watched Violet's eyes widen a bit in interest. "First, if you should pick the first option, I brought money for the fine." She pulled out a couple of bills from her front pocket before jamming them back in as quickly as possible, just in case Violet was tempted to change her mind and finish their night right then and there. "If you pick the second one, though, I instead prepared a list of topics to spring out should the conversation lag during our coffee date." Here, she fished out a rumpled sheet of paper folded several times over. Violet eyed it suspiciously.
"Are you sure that doesn’t contain more of your literary endeavors?" She asked and Candace laughed. She couldn't blame Violet for being weary, after all their conversation never had the lag problem before.
"You can find out right now." Though Candace fervently hoped she wouldn’t. She was about to move to option number three when Violet beat her to the punch.
"And if I was most inclined to open door number three?" She said airily, still not moving from her position, squaring Candace with a firm look. Her perfume was tantalizing this close, making Candace want to lean forward and bury her nose in Violet's neck, drinking her in. A few stray hairs curled around the side of Violet's neck and Candace's fingers twitched to smooth them back. Instead she decided to move her fingers to her buttoned coat.
"Well first of all, I just did a couple of squats outside so my butt is popping." She teased, watching Violet huff in exasperation, her eyes crinkling at the corners before moving to the ceiling. That was just fine. If Candace had her way that wouldn't be last time she made Violet's eyes roll back tonight. Instead of commenting, however, she moved quickly, popping buttons open, pleased to see how Violet’s eyes followed her progress. Once she was done she yanked her coat open with a flourish, placing her hands on her hips and presenting herself for Violet. "I also prepared this outfit."
She'd decided to wear a tight button up blouse and a pencil skirt of her own, though hers was a bit shorter than Violet's, stopping at lower thigh and giving a glimpse of skin above her knee high boots. "I thought you might appreciate easier access." She drawled, omitting the fact that she herself would appreciate a little more mobility. Having her knees trapped by jeans was far from ideal and tonight, should the situation go her way, she wanted to try something a bit different. "Though, I should mention, I still have a few surprises for you to discover."
"What would those be?" Violet asked but her eyes were still roving over Candace's physique, taking her in possessively. That was expected though; Candace had picked this outfit especially because she knew how effectively it stretched over her curves.
"You'll have to explore to find out." She teased and Violet's eyes finally snapped to hers. Licking her lips once. Violet reached out to turn off the light, enveloping them in semi darkness of early evening before grabbing Candace's hand and tugging forward.
"Now how could I resist that?" She whispered before turning around and without another word, started pulling Candace toward her office.
Candace let out a short, subdued breath of pure relief, her legs starting to feel a bit wobbly already.
She had a very strong suspicion that this would be the way her evening went after their last conversation. But after being burned once, she didn't dare expect it. Now though, as she followed Violet through a corridor and slipped inside her office for the second time, she allowed excitement to blossom fully, her heart skipping a beat when Violet shut the door behind them.
The lamp was the only light in the room again, bringing Candace straight to that fateful first Friday. Looking at that barren desk and remembering how closely acquainted with it she got during her last visit sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment it was like she never left, the effect underlined when Violet reached around her to strip her of her coat. Candace almost wished that it was storming tonight as well, just to complete the picture.
When the coat was discarded somewhere behind her, she felt confident hands grip her hips gently, pushing her toward the desk face first. She smirked. "Straight to business, huh?" She teased, inching toward the desk slowly as she resisted the push just a little bit. Not enough to stop altogether but enough to annoy Violet by a fraction. Hopefully. Just to inspire her to be a bit rougher. "I'm not going to get a speech about the dangers of hoarding overdue books?"
The tops of her thighs bumped the desk and she expected to be pushed down to bend over it, but Violet instead spun her around and pressed her into the desk by stepping close, making Candace's skirt ride up a couple of inches.
Her hands drifted up too, mapping Candace's waist and brushing lightly over the sides of her breasts before stopping right beneath her collar, gripping the material tightly. "No? Not even a veiled threat about—"
Her remark turned into a surprised, muffled yelp when Violet pulled her roughly forward and crashed their lips together. Honestly, Candace had expected a bit of verbal foreplay but she wasn't about to complain. She relaxed into the kiss, her own hands drifting to Violet's back to pull her closer, bringing their bodies flush together.
She was softer than Candace expected, the skin of her hips warm and supple beneath Candace's grip. Slow but t
horough, her lips moved over Candace's, breathing her in as if savoring the contact. She dragged her hands up Candace's neck to cradle her jaw, thumbs caressing it before she bit her lower lip, making Candace groan into her. Then, she soothed the sting right away with her tongue, as if demanding more and Candace instinctively responded by deepening the kiss, moaning again at the first hint of tongue against her own. Violet hummed in approval at her reaction, flicking her tongue over Candace's teeth before slipping further again.
Fuck, she was a good kisser.
Not a surprise but still... A welcome confirmation after weeks of wondering what she'd taste like. Candace's legs widened a bit more instinctively as she readily dropped her hand to Violet's arse and pulled her in closer, her skirt inching up even further. She almost whined when Violet slowed down her assault before breaking the kiss completely. Candace wasn't anywhere near done with her.
As if she couldn't see the effect she had on Candace, Violet pulled back to speak but not before brushing her nose against Candace's gently, her breathing ragged. When she opened her eyes, her pupils were huge in the dim greenish light, betraying her arousal.
"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that." She said, voice deeper than Candace had ever heard it, even deeper than it was when they had their first run-in in this office.
She couldn't blame her, though. That was one hell of a kiss. Even now Candace's lips were tingling, the first signs of bone-deep need coursing through her as she struggled to resist the urge to lean forward and kiss Violet again. She had to keep reminding herself to be patient. Tonight was Violet's show.
Tomorrow, on the other hand...
"I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder." She said, her own voice struggling to sound normal. Shit, no wonder. She was wet already. "I should travel more often." She joked, hoping to disguise how much she was affected already. She had to keep some semblance of dignity, after all. How could she be stripped of it later otherwise?
Violet shook her head before she responded. "It started before that." She confessed, thumbs still drawing over Candace's jaw in a soothing rhythm before she placed one last kiss on her lips. This one was more reserved, carrying some finality to it. In an effort to keep her close, Candace reinforced her grip on Violet's ass, but the librarian was having none of that. She reached back and grabbed Candace's hands only to set them back on the desk, making Candace lean back a bit. Candace pouted before a smirk lifted the corners of her lips.
"It was the limericks wasn't it? The move that made you ache for me?" She teased, rewarded immediately when Violet's grip tightened on her wrists before she let them go completely.
"Only because I wanted to never hear or read anything like that again and save myself the second hand embarrassment." Violet said. "Maybe I was just trying to find a way to keep you quiet. You're a lot less infuriating when you're quiet." She gave a pointed look to Candace's lips before licking her own, sporting a similar smirk herself.
"Call it what you want, Weston. I still count this as a victory." Candace beamed. "Not even you could have resisted my smooth-"
Her sentence got cut off suddenly when Violet reached forward and ripped her blouse apart in one savage move. She gave no warning and Candace couldn’t help but let out a soft whoosh of air, her lacy bra suddenly exposed as buttons flew through the air and settled noisily on the floor.
Okay.
Okay, so Violet was very dedicated to keeping Candace off her game tonight.
Well, at least Candace had the good sense of bringing a coat because the shirt was not getting back together tonight. And it looked like neither would her knees because Violet spread them a bit wider so she could comfortably stand between them.
"See? I'm getting more creative at leaving you speechless." Violet said, lifting up her hand to trace a short path from the top of Candace’s skirt to the center of her chest before scratching a fingernail on the clasp between her breasts. "More easy access?" She asked, tongue flicking out to lick her lower lip again. Candace felt envious of the attention but managed to keep her distance.
"Yes, but that's still not all of it. Keep exploring." she urged, setting a bit more weight on her palms, opening herself up for Violet's inspection. Instead of rushing forward, however, Violet brought her lips to Candace's neck, teeth latching onto a pulse point before teasing it with the tip of her tongue, making both Candace's hips and her heartbeat jump. She nipped and soothed up the length of Candace's neck all the way to her earlobe before she popped the clasp open, immediately cupping Candace’s breasts in her palms and moaning at the sensation.
Candace's hips jerked forward helplessly once again as Violet let her thumbs brush over her nipples before starting to kiss and bite her way down again, her intent clear.
God, this woman must have been a damn half vampire with this biting obsession, Candace thought after a dozen stings of teeth. She couldn't even complain about them because fuck if it didn't feel good. Her neck had always been sensitive, but Violet's tongue was fucking talented in easing the pain immediately, making her nipples tighten in Violet's soft, gentle hands.
Giving one last nip to her collarbone, Violet sucked the skin into her mouth, making Candace swear inwardly.
Okay, make that one hundred percent vampire, no halflings here, thank you very much.
It seemed like an eternity had passed before Violet sunk a bit lower, placing deep, wet kisses over the slope of Candace's breast before taking her sharp nipple into her mouth. And, fuck, if her lips were warm, her mouth was almost unbearably hot. Candace let out a helpless breath, arching her back as Violet's fingers dug into her waist, keeping her in place.
She scratched her sharp teeth over the nipple then swirled her tongue around it immediately, making Candace swear under her breath, so weak it was inaudible. The pattern was familiar now, but that made it no less effective. After one last lick, Violet released her breast with a soft pop before moving to lavish the other one with the same treatment and Candace let her head fall back in pure rapture.
One of these days. She'll be able to come into this office and fucking stay dry for at least ten minutes one of these days. Not tonight though. Tonight, she was fucking soaked already, like a damn teenager making out with her first girlfriend.
Several long seconds passed, with that talented tongue working on her and Candace had trouble forming thoughts. She had trouble doing much of anything except letting out soft sighs while her fingers scratched at the smooth surface of the desk helplessly. By the time Violet hands slid over her skirt and started dipping below and pulling the thin fabric up, Candace's eyes were half-lidded and her lips were as dry as a desert.
Violet's hands felt cool to Candace, her thumbs sinking into the hot skin of her thighs, as her skirt got pushed up inch by agonizing inch. Weston’s mouth started moving north as well, the flat of her tongue dragging over her breast to her neck again, slow and decadent. Her nipples, thoroughly worshipped and wet, tightened even further against the air that felt colder after the heat of Violet’s mouth.
Overwhelmed by the sensations, Candace felt her clit start to pulse even before she was exposed. But then, she ran out of skirt and she felt the fabric pull across her ass, slipping up between her and the desk as Violet's fingers search for the hem of her underwear.
Not that they'd find any tonight; Candace had left all of her panties at home.
If she was even remotely clear headed, she would have laughed when she saw the moment realization hit Violet. Weston brushed her fingers from top of Candace’s thighs to her hip bones, ignoring the skirt now bunched up around Candace's waist, the motion languid and sure. Then she froze for a split second before she gripped Candace’s thighs again savagely, letting out a shuddering breath against Candace's throat. Before Candace could even shiver in response to that, Violet wrenched back, chest expanding with each deep breath, and pushed Candace’s thighs wide open, making her lean even further back on the desk and exposing her completely.
Absurdly, Candace flushed u
nder her gaze. She knew this was going to happen – she wanted it to happen – but seeing the way Violet looked at her now – positively ravenous and barely restrained… It was enough to make her pulse again under Violet’s probing eyes.
She had to say something to break the silence.
"I did say easy access, didn't I?" Her voice was a whisper, weak and breathless, but she still saw Violet jerk as if she’d yelled. Her short nails dug into Candace's thighs as her eyes flew up to lock with Candace's, now fiery and determined.
"You certainly did." Violet hissed, each word precisely cut and delivered with an underlying threat. "Let me show you how much I appreciate the effort." She said, one of her hands jumping up to curl fingers in Candace's hair, scraping against her scalp, her other one traveling up the inside of her thigh.
The sight was incredible. Dipping her chin as much as she could, Candace looked down, watching herself splayed open for this wonderful woman. She hadn't been stripped of a single piece of clothing since her coat and she was completely exposed anyway. Her glistening nipples straining into the air in the greenish light and her knees wide open, hiding nothing from Weston.
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