Vyral

Chapter 3: Part 1 - How the hell have you been?

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Colony HQ | 8:45 AM
Myrellie's Office
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The Warden woke up at the crack of dawn to infiltrate her own office, with a single objective in mind: a copy of the files containing vital information about Zamaton Colony. It's not a necessity, but rather a habit she has grown into, due to her careful nature.
That's when a tall figure stops by the door-frame.

???: "Good morning, Stephanie!! You're here earlier than usual. Forgot something?" - He questions with a wide smile on his face, dropping his heavy backpack on the desk. His presence is powerful, yet calm as he approaches her. From his voice, energy and footsteps, to his overall demeanor and sheer frame. So much so that Myrellie feels a rush through her entire body, turning around to speak to him.

Myrellie: "How could I ever? I'm just making a copy of the documents regarding Zamaton. Who knows..? They might prove useful. I could come across someone that can give me information."
???: "Always trying to be one step ahead. That's the Stephanie I know." - He closes their distance, standing in front of her as he unstraps the brackets around his wrists.
Myrellie: "Pff! I wouldn't say that.. It's just a safety measure." - She smiles.

He gently places his hands around her waist, sliding them along the sides of her body towards the shoulders, then bringing them back down to properly feel her curves, as he presses her against the printer. He lays a gentle kiss on her forehead.

???: "Are you sure you'll be okay? Those kids.. And this mission itself.. It won't be easy to deal with, y'know?"

Myrellie presses herself against him.
"Oh please, Kylo. You can't seriously be worrying about me after coming back from a week-long mission to a Zone by yourself. I took them under my wing on my own accord! Of course we'll be okay." She smirks. "You underestimate me~."
Kylo: "How so?" - He pulls her closer.
Myrellie: "Well! If I can handle seven days of reports, coupled with seven nights of handling you for more than a handful of hours, and still managing to produce excellent results as the Warden of the Colony, then I can surely handle my misfit children on a field trip."
Kylo, smiling: "Now you're just showing off!! I don't like it when you brag. It makes me fall head over heels for you~ Allll over again." - He presses his lips against hers. Territoriality overwhelms him, as his hand drives itself into her hair, locking her in place. He pulls away to speak. "It really is impressive how you can take so much." - He holds her face within the grasp of his palm. "Just make sure you're careful, okay? I'll take care of things here."

Myrellie: "I know you will... After all... you're one of the Colony's founders.... Ahh~... You know what to... do... Ahhh~" - She moans, as Kylo makes it a challenge for her to properly provide a response.

Touching and kissing, while pausing to stare into each other's eyes, naturally causes them to spiral into each other further. Kylo takes a confident hold of Myrellie's light body, placing her on top of the printer machine and attacking her neck with kisses. Her fingers run through his hair in response, as her legs instinctively wrap around his waist— opening way for her moans to be heard next to his ear.
His hands, his strength, his body, his voice.
It makes her lose a grip on reality.

Myrellie: "Shit~.." - She catches her moan, which proves to be useless, as Kylo makes her spiral out of control. "I can't resist you either~... I want you to make me go crazy too~... It's the only thing I want to do lately~...! But-- I must go~! The kids... The kids are waiting for me at the gate...!"