Welp, this is what happens when you like your mother region too much.
Warning : lesbian sex (finally), dom/sub relationship, bottom Fredly, one trigger word mentioned (but that's not really important)
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"Yes, I'll call you back soon. Don't worry." Fredly let out, talking to her phone as she was rapidly walking through the corridors of the quite old building she was in.
"I know. But she told me I could come today, so I jumped on the occasion." She continued, looking at every door on her path to find the one she should go to, still holding her phone close with her right hand.
Then, she finally found it after a couple of more minutes. A simple door, a golden-colored plate in the middle, the registration "Bureau de Lorraine" carved on it. Quite fancy for someone regularly calling themselves a peasant.
"I found her door so we should end up the call here. I love you lil bean." Fredly ended up the call, mimicking a kiss after her sentence.
When she was sure the other person hang up the phone, she put it back in her pocket before softly knocking on the wooden door. After a second of waiting, she decided to enter, quickly opening the said door and getting inside.
Lorraine's office was exactly as she expected just from seeing the door. The whole interior was decorated with that same wood-like brown color on the walls and floor, various paintings hanging from every corners. In the center was proudly placed her large desk, multiple decorative objects on it, as well as herself, casually filling some paperwork. The most noticeable thing so far in the room was the portray of the current French president, like in any town hall, as well as another flag alongside hers.
"Whoa le bureau de batard !" Fredly exclaimed.
She has never been there for sure and felt like she needed to precise it, even though it would clearly bother the working woman.
"Peut-être mais tu aurais pu attendre que je termine mon travail. (Maybe but you could have waited for me to finish my work.)" the Lorrainer grumbled back as she let go of her pen, straightening her pile of paper.
The older country eyed the chair on the other end of the prestigious desk.
"Je peux m'assoir ? (Can I sit ?)" she asked, pointing the piece of furniture.
"Ba oui. Si je voulais que tu sois debout comme un plot j'en aurais achetée un à la place. (Of course. If I wanted you to stand like a stud I would have bought one instead.)" Lorraine answered as she put the pile of paper aside.
"Je savais pas que les régions avaient le droit à de si beaux bureau. (I didn't know that regions had the right to have such beautiful offices)" The British/French let out like she actually was amazed.
"Bien sûr que nous en avons. Sinon tu voudrais qu'on travaille où, dans des poubelles ? (Of course we have. Otherwise where would you think we work, in garbage cans ?)"
Fredly wheezed a bit at that statement, unconsciously showing a bit of her immaturity.
Then, silence. The two just staring at each others, not really knowing what to say. But, Fredly broke the heavy silence by asking.
"Donc... pourquoi voulais tu me voir ? C'est pas comme si j'étais autoriser à m'occuper de ton travaille... (So... why did you want to see me ? That's not like I was allowed to take care of your work...)"
She paused for a few seconds but then noticed the weird flag she saw earlier, now recognizing it. So before the younger could reply to her, she asked another one.
"Et pourquoi tu as un drapeau nazi dans ton bureau- ? (And why do you have a nazi flag in your office- ?)"
Lorraine cough softly, responding to the last question first.
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