Flirting With Chaos

Feel Me

A/N: if you don't like smut, turn back now. This story will likely contain a lot of it.

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Three hours of her shift have passed by and Jocelyn is getting ready to wipe down the equipment. She grabs a towel and some sanitizing spray and starts to work on a stationary bike when someone walks over and sits on the one next to her. She doesn't have to look to know who it is. She can feel her staring.

Jocelyn looks up at Rhea, who is now biking at a steady pace.

"You're still here?" Jocelyn asks before resuming wiping down the machine.

"You'd be surprised how long I can go." Rhea says, a smirk creeping up on her face.

Jocelyn rolls her eyes and moves on to another set of machines to clean. It's only then that she realizes she's alone with Rhea. It's late and there's nobody else left at the facility right now.

"Aren't you even a little curious about what it is I do?" Rhea asks.

"No not really." Jocelyn says, not looking up.

Suddenly the room goes quiet. She doesn't hear the bike anymore, and Rhea isn't talking. She turns and looks around the room but doesn't see anyone. She breathes a sigh of relief.

"Finally. She got the message." Jocelyn says.

She turns back to what she was doing only to find Rhea standing not but a few inches away from her. Her eyes are level with Rhea's chest and she slowly lifts her head to meet her gaze. She's grinning. She knows what she's doing and she's enjoying it.

"What message?" Rhea asks curiously.

"That I don't give a damn about who you are or what you do or how much weight you can bench or-" Jocelyn drones on angrily.

That is until Rhea inches her face closer and Jocelyn's eyes widen. She reaches out and plucks a strand of brown hair from over Jocelyn's eye and tucks it behind her ear.

"Then why is your heart racing, love?" Rhea asks.

"Because you're fucking scary." Jocelyn admits.

Instead of making her back off like Jocelyn thought it would, Rhea's eyes grow tougher and she licks her lips.

"Good." Is all she replies as her eyes trail down Jocelyn's body.

She's short in stature, so thin Rhea can see the outlines of her ribs due to the crop top she's wearing under her unzipped, thin sweatshirt. She's wearing black leggings and Converse high tops.

"You're sexy when you ramble, you know?" Rhea says.

Jocelyn suddenly feels anger building up in her. She raises a hand and goes to slap Rhea, but the woman grabs her wrist before she can.

"Let go of me you freak!" Jocelyn shouts.

Rhea grins and lets go.

"Kinky." She winks.

Jocelyn frowns and storms away, to no avail as Rhea only follows her to the bathroom.

"God! Would you just leave?" She shouts as she turns seeing Rhea behind her again.

"I don't think you want me to." Rhea grins.

Jocelyn leans against the wall and stares at Rhea, panting as her heart races again. Trying to make sense of the emotions she feels. The anger. The frustration. The...excitement?

Rhea crosses the room and presses a hand to the wall by Jocelyn's head.

"You never told me your name." Rhea whispers, the heat in the room becoming obvious.

"Jocelyn." She chokes out.

Rhea grins again and caresses Jocelyn's cheek. Her smirk only grows darker as the blood rushes to them resulting in a blush. She looks in Jocelyn's eyes and gently trails a finger down her body.

"R-Rhea.." She whispers, though she's squirming, pressing her hips forward.

Rhea hums in acknowledgement as her hand hovers above the waistline of Jocelyn's leggings.

"Tell me to stop, and I will." Rhea whispers back.

Jocelyn's voice cracks. She goes to speak but her words fail to escape her lips. The confusion of what is happening scaring her, but the electricity of Rhea's touch exciting her. Just as she's about to tell her to stop, she feels Rhea's hand slip into the front of her pants.

She gasps as she feels her hand slowly swiping at her sex, two fingers sliding between her folds.

"You're so fucking wet." Rhea smirks and circles Jocelyn's clit with her finger.

Jocelyn leans her head against the wall and moans. She grips Rhea's wrist and sighs. She has to fight back a whimper as Rhea suddenly pulls her hand out of her pants.

"See you tomorrow, love." She smirks and leaves the bathroom licking her fingers clean.

Jocelyn stands there against the wall. She's panting in confusion and her hair is still tucked behind her ear. She's frustrated with herself for letting things go that far. Though, she's even more sexually frustrated.

Once she feels like her legs will work again, Jocelyn straightens herself up and goes back out to finish her shift. She doesn't see Rhea again the rest of the night.

She's almost disappointed by it.