One week of nightshifts in a row is never a good idea. Especially not when the nightshifts somehow bleed into the dayshifts, create a never ending circle on naps in the office or the car. This investigation sucks and so does the cheap coffee that does nothing to keep me awake.
“If nothing happens in the next few minutes I will just walk out of here,” I state, only for Tennoji to nod his head. It was a blur of red hair and fatigue.
“Yeah. Stupid mobsters could really be more cooperative,” he yawns, grabs the bag with chips lying on the dashboard of the messy car.
“When will our replacement come?”
“Hanai and Asano should be here in-“ he checks his watch, “-half an hour.”
“Good, my bum is numb already.” I shift in my seat, feeling stiff and icky. “Can’t wait to get a shower and some hours of sleep in a real bed.”
“Yeah, can’t wait for you to get a shower either.” He holds his nose with one hand, waves in front of his face with the other.
“You’re one to talk,” I laugh and jab my elbow in his ribs. “You’re smelling like a cage full of lynxes.”
Another 30 minutes of stakeout later Asano finally shows up and I can get out of that car, can stretch my legs and make my way to the PD to clock out for the day.
“Well, hello there,” the deputy chief greets me in the hallway leading towards our office.
“Nomura,” I nod briefly.
“I thought you were having a double shift and yet here you are, looking as cute as always,” he keeps talking, joins me on my way to the office.
“I’m looking as if I haven’t slept in 36 hours,” I reply with a huffed laughter.
“And? Did you?”
“No, it’s more like 40 hours, but with short naps in between,” I explain, hide a yawn behind my hand.
“Then why are you here and not at home?” He opens the door for me, follows me inside.
“Paperwork. Better drop some stuff off now before I get an angry call from Hanai later. But once that’s done I’m off and on my way back home and will sleep ten hours in a row.” That’s the only thought keeping me sane for the last 12-ish hours.
“Your boss is working you too hard,” he casually states but my sleep deprived mind twists his – probably – completely innocent words into something else.
“I wish,” I mutter before my brain kicks in again. “Uh, I wish I could say you’re wrong, but you’re not.” No need to spill the truth about the hots I have for boss. I mean, he’s gorgeous, tall, smart and kind. What’s there not to lust after?
“But you know that I’m your boss’ boss, right? I mean, I could tell him to be nicer to you.”
Okay, this now really sounds as if he’s hinting at something but I don’t rise to the bait.
“No, it’s okay. I can pull my own weight. That’s why you put me in this unit after all, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s one of the reasons.” His sideway glance lingers longer than an innocent look should but I don’t mind. He’s handsome and charming, and a little bit of flirting can’t hurt.
“I would love to ask about the other reasons, but I’m afraid right now I’m not able to appreciate your explanation fully.” I stumble, my body feels strangely floating, numb.
“Easy there, detective.” His hand on my arm steadies me, I flash him a sheepish smile.
“See? It’s about time for me to get to bed.”
“Mhm, time for bed indeed.” He doesn’t let go of me and I just stare at him. I must be broken, hearing things and stuff. Definitely the lack of sleep.
I don’t even hear boss coming out of his office until he clears his throat.
“And what is going on here? Detective? Nomura?” Oh shit, he never calls me detective unless it’s serious.
“Your detective here is a bit shaky on her feet. I better make sure she gets home safely,” Nomura smoothly explains and tugs at my arm lightly. “That is, if she’s okay with it.”
Okay, seriously, that can’t be only me reading invitations into his words.
“She is, as you pointed out, one of my detectives and I am responsible for overworking her. I am going to take her home.” Boss nods, he has made a decision.
“Hiroshi, you don’t want her to sit on your bike in that condition, do you? She might just fall off.”
My head turns back and forth, from one of my superiors to the other. What is happening here?
“I’m afraid your car isn’t much safer for her,” Kirisawa points out and I think he’s not talking about safety belts and airbags.
“Uhm, guys? Sirs? Dunno what to call you right now, but – is this still about a ride home?”
They both look at me now and I want to squirm under their intense gazes. Well, actually I want to squirm under their touches and kisses, but a girl can’t get everything.
“It depends on what you want,” Nomura’s voice drags me out of my daydreams. He stares at Kirisawa now who only tilts his head lightly. “Usually the lady has the last word in these matters.”
Maybe I passed out from exhaustion at some point and this is only some dream. In that case I got nothing to lose, right?
“Deputy chief, you can take me home. And boss, you can come with us and make sure I’m safe.” I bat my lashes at them, not exactly a move I’m familiar with but it seems to work.
“Are you sure? I mean, you can always change your mind, but you do understand what we are offering here, do you?”
It’s funny how Nomura does all the talking.
“Not sure. Are you offering to take me home to have sex with me? In that case, yes, I’m sure. If I’m mistaken… well, excuse me, I’m just off to find a hole to crawl in.”
Boss chokes and coughs, cheeks tinted red. Oh god, I misread the situation. Oh god… this is going to be awkward.
“No, you got that right. This is what we’re talking about.” Nomura’s confirmation sends a wave of relief through me – and butterflies.
“Good, my answer stands. How about you?” Yes, I can choose ambiguous answers, too.
“I’d say we better get you home, princess.” They flank me, basically escort me out of the office, towards Nomura’s car. We greet officers left and right, try not to raise suspicion.
“You don’t have to,” Kirisawa says when we reach the car.
“You don’t have to, either. But I want to,” I make clear and he nods, opens the door for me. To the backseat.
“You’re not going to start early on the backseat,” Nomura says and Kirisawa frowns.
“And I’m not letting her sit next to you so you can start fondling her on the way.”
“Guys, how about I stay here on the backseat, boss rides shotgun and Nomura takes the wheel. And you better figure out how to get along otherwise it can get awkward later.” I give Nomura my address and slink into the backseat, doze off after only a couple of minutes.
I wake up when the car comes to a stop, just I time to get the last part of a conversation they are having.
“But she needs to sleep. I think we shouldn’t wake her up, just get her to bed.” Kirisawa, bless him, is worrying about my condition.
“As much as it pains me, and believe me, some parts of me are really in pain right now, I guess you are right.”
“Nooo…” I weakly whine and rub my eyes. “I just dreamed of all of us in my bed and now that’s exactly what I want.”
“But you are tired, princess. You know what they say, after tired there’s only stupid. We don’t want you to do anything stupid and regret it afterwards.”
“True, we would have made you drunk ages ago if that was our goal,” Kirisawa adds.
“Wait, that’s an option? I mean, you are actually thinking about this for a while?” I’m wide awake now, heart thumping and stomach tingling.
“Maybe a few weeks. Not more than a couple of months,” Nomura casually confirms.
“Then what are we talking about here? Get out of the car and into my apartment. And out of your clothes there.” I scramble out of the backseat, stretch my numb and tired arms and legs, aware that they stare at me, both still standing with the car’s doors open.
“I need a shower first. You can hash out the details and make yourself comfortable.” Confidently that they will follow me I walk over to my door, unlock it just in time for them to arrive. My brain feels strange, like drunk, but better. I’m high on anticipation and arousal, start stripping in my living room. Not graceful, but effective enough to hear a groan from behind me. Kirisawa for sure. Without my shirt but still in my pants I turn around to face them.
“Bedroom is over there, kitchen is here. I won’t need long, so you better start talking. And yes, I’m game for almost everything but heavy bdsm and some creepy roleplay.”
Nomura hisses, but nods. Kirisawa’s eyes widen, he glances at Nomura who winks at him.
“In that case I’m calling dibs on those pretty lips,” he says only for me to shrug.
“Fine. But I expect you to return the favor – once I’m clean again.” With that I hurry off to the bathroom, strip naked and jump under the shower to quickly but thoroughly wash myself.
I’m almost done when there’s a knock at the door.
“Hey, so, uhm, Nomura wants to open your drawers to look for – supplies, I guess.”
“What?”
“I said, Nomura is looking for condoms and stuff!”
“Come in here, I can’t hear you!” I can, but starting early doesn’t sound bad at all. Kirisawa opens the door, slips into the bathroom.
“Is it okay for Nomura to look for condoms and lube?”
“Yeah, sure. Tell him bedside table, bottom drawer. He can take what he finds appealing.” Which hopefully also includes me. “Hey, boss? Can you come and wash my back?” I look at him over my shoulder, my naked backside turned to him.
He quickly relays the message to Nomura, already taking off his jacket. But only his jacket. He pushes up his sleeves and takes a step closer.
“So, uh, your back? You sure about that?” He rubs the back of his neck, has this adorable blush that can be because of the heat in here or – the heat in him.
“I’m sure there are some dirty spots that need washing and I’m also sure you should get in here to do so. Thoroughly.”
So I turn around, present my naked front to him, firm boobs and the sight of my neatly trimmed private triangle.
“Yeah, uhm, okay.” He nods slowly, undoes the buttons of his shirt, allows me a good view of his naked upper body now. I had a glimpse once or twice, but never up close. Once he has reached his pants my mouth is watering already, good thing I’m in the shower so it doesn’t show.
“Drop those pants, detective,” I purr, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the water, and with a last, drawn out breath he complies. I should have done this ages ago. Should have just climbed him like a tree in the office.
He quickly jumps into the shower, joins me under the warm water until I’m pressed against the tiled wall to give him room.
“I – I won’t be able to wash your back like this,” he stammers, still not completely comfortable, but he stays where he is.
“You could start with washing my front,” I suggest, grab a bottle of body wash and squeeze a generous amount into his waiting palm. He lathers it up before sliding his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, over my sides from there.
I step closer, with foamy hands myself, and mimic his motions. One more step and I’m directly in front of him, chin raised in an unspoken challenge, a plea, a demand. It doesn’t matter how he takes it as long as he acts on it.
The first brush of our lips, with droplets running down our cheeks, is sweet and short. The next kiss is deeper already, I wrap my arms around him, press my body tightly against his. His hands fall on my butt, squeeze it gently and I can feel his desire for me pressing against my thigh.
Panting I break away from him, turn around again and wiggle my butt.
“Don’t forget, be thorough.”
Again he squeezes my butt in his hands, his lips and teeth busy with my neck. The first brush of his testing fingertips between my butt cheeks has me jump a bit, but I reassure him he’s on the right track before he can pull his hand away.
A few ragged breaths later he starts working me open with one finger, helped by some of the water, while his other hand grips my hip tightly. I rest my forehead against the wall, try to relax but it’s so damned difficult when I feel like buzzing out of my skin in arousal.
“Hey, you started without me?” Nomura saunters over, faking a pout.
“I would invite you in, Deputy Chief, but the shower is too small for three of us. You can take a quick shower once we are out,” I let him know, not going to play along. Not yet. “Start undressing already.” I turn the water off, wait until Kirisawa pulls his hand back.
“Soap’s over there,” I tell him and drop a kiss on his lips before I get out of the shower, dripping and giddy.
Wrapped in a towel I hand another one to Kirisawa, lay one out for Nomura. He’s naked before I can even dry off, presses me backwards against the counter, his nose follows a droplet from my temple down to my collarbone.
“You playing favorites?” he asks lowly and I can’t help my chuckle.
“I would be unable to choose if my life depended on it, so no. Just going with the flow.”
A thoughtful him and he flashes me a smile. “Good. Just keep doing what you did, I’m taking a quick shower and be with you before you can even miss me.”
“Not so sure about that.” My voice is breathy already, my heart hammering in my chest. “Maybe I need a little something to tide me over?” I part my lips in invitation and he swoops in for a kiss like a hawk. And dammit, that man can kiss! His tongue sweeps over mine, plays and teases until I’m breathless and he pulls back again.
“Is that enough?” His eyes twinkle, someone likes to tease.
“For now,” I agree, let my towel drop on the way out.
Kirisawa is already in my bedroom, looking lost.
“Hey you,” I greet him, take in what Nomura did to the room while I was in the bathroom. Dimmed lighting, condoms and lube on the bedside table. A small selection of my toys.
“Hey.” He smiles, almost relieved that he’s not alone in here anymore. Not that any of us will be alone for long tonight.
“You want to go on?” I sit down on the bed, give him a chance to change his mind. Instead of an answer I get a heated gaze, he comes over and joins me on the bed.
“C’mere,” he drawls, eyes half-lidded while his cock is already at full mast. I crawl into his lap, tantalizing close to where I really want to be, but I decided that I will wait for Nomura with the real fun. That doesn’t stop me from kissing Kirisawa some more. I gasp when he picks up where we left earlier, drags one curious finger up and down my buttcrack.
The cap of the lube bottle clicks behind us, I look up to see Nomura, naked, only covered with a light flush from the shower.
“It’s easier with this.” He holds the lube out to Kirisawa who only stops stroking me long enough so Nomura can dump a dollop of cool gel on his fingertips. The coolness is a small shock but quickly forgotten when Kirisawa works the finger in and out of me.
“Now that’s quite a sight,” Nomura says and I crane my neck to see him, his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it while his eyes are glued to where Kirisawa is prepping me.
“Get the pink one,” I instruct him, motion towards the small selection of toys he set up on the bedside table. Nomura grabs the buttplug, shows it to me and waits for my nod before he lubes it up.
“What are you planning?” he asks, comes over to us.
“You put that in me, sit down on the bed, I’ll suck your cock and Kirisawa fucks me a bit. We can switch things up later.” I want to sound seductive and confident, but the words come out rushed, ragged.
“Princess, I should wash your mouth with soap for that kind of language.” He chuckles, shoos Kirisawa’s hand away.
“Is there any left on your cock?” I bat my lashes at him, kiss Kirisawa a last time for now and climb off his lap, kneel on the bed with my ass in the air.
“You’re going to find out,” Nomura promises me, slides the buttplug in place and starts pushing it in, slowly, inch for inch. I shudder and moan, hang my head, hands buried in the sheets. It’s not exactly the smallest plug I chose, but I will need the preparation later if we are going to do what I have in mind. Once it’s safely nestled inside of me I just focus on breathing, slowly sit up and wriggle my hips lightly to get used to the feeling.
“Then come and show me,” I demand, impatient now to get all I’m dreaming of. He drops a kiss on the small of my back, pats my bum and sits down on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
I crawl up to him, maybe not as graceful as a cat but definitely focused on him as if he’s a mouse. One I want to swallow whole. Before I can go down on him he stops me, though, beckons me closer with a smile. I settle in his lap, very much like I did earlier with Kirisawa.
“I said I wanted these lips,” he whispers, brushes his thumb over my mouth. I catch it, suck it between my lips, let my tongue circle it. He groans, but doesn’t pull back. Instead he lifts my face towards his, his thumb still in my mouth, and starts kissing my cheek, my temple, my jaw until he reaches my lips again, slides his thumb out and kisses me deeply. The mattress dips behind us and a second set of hands and lips starts caressing me, my neck, over my shoulder and back up.
It’s driving me crazy. I turn a bit to kiss Kirisawa some more while Nomura’s hands find my breasts, cup them, squeeze them lightly, thumbs rubbing my nipples into almost painful stiffness.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I pant, turn my attention back to Nomura, kiss down his body. A firm chest, a hint of abs. Not too much, just right. Kirisawa gives me some space and I settle between Nomura’s legs, on my knees, and run first a fingertip from the base to the tip of his cock. It’s completely hard, bobs a bit as if to follow my touch which makes me chuckle.
“You having fun, princess?” His voice is strained, words pressed out, ending in a moan.
“A lot. And you are going to have some, too.” Finally I open my mouth, let the tip of my tongue connect with the tip of his cock. Salty, slightly bitter, but not unpleasant.
I slide my lips down his cock, tongue pressed tightly against it so I can feel the vein on the underside, the ridges around the head. Eagerly I devour him, my spit and his precum making a mess I don’t mind.
A few choice words join his moans and grunts, most of them variations of mild swears. I grin, show off by taking him in as far as I can, blocking off my air supply for a moment.
The light touch on my pussy makes me pull back, I turn so I can see Kirisawa behind me, two fingers sliding through my folds, spreading lube and my own wetness.
“Can I-?”
“Gosh, yes!” I wiggle my hips, luring him in. With relief I notice that he has already put on a condom, I couldn’t wait now for him to do it anyway. I rest my forehead on Nomura’s thigh, his hand cards through my hair soothingly when Kirisawa lines up and slowly, oh so slowly pushes into me. His cock stretches me just right, with the plug is it a tight fit. One, two careful thrusts and he gains confidence, momentum. Every slap against me drives him deeper into my, and at the same time adds some pressure on the buttplug. Good thing I don’t have a cock in my mouth right now, I clench my teeth at the new sensation.
“Hey princess, you okay?” Nomura tips my chin up, stares at me intently until I grin dopily.
“I’m… fucking perfect…”
“That you are,” Kirisawa grunts, both hands on my hips. He finds a good rhythm and I return my attention to Nomura’s cock. I simply open my mouth, suck him in a bit and let Kirisawa push me back and forth. Nomura’s hand is still tangled in my hair, he helps with my bobbing without forcing me down too far.
I can’t even think straight anymore, much less coordinate all this. I just let them rock me between them, breathe when I have to, moan when I feel like it. It’s heaven. Not thinking, only feeling. I lose track of time, enjoy the building pressure in my belly. The strain on my muscles, the sweat on my skin, the taste of Nomura in my mouth.
“How about… switching it up now?” he says, pulls my mouth off him. Kirisawa’s thrusts turn into a dirty grind, both are waiting for my signal.
“Yeah, sounds… sounds good…” I try to catch my breath, prop up on my elbows. “You guys decided who goes where?”
Kirisawa pulls out, that’s enough of an answer for me. I grab a condom from the stash, throw it towards Nomura who grins at me.
“Thank you, princess.” He motions to Kirisawa, a glance, a nod and both men move. Nomura sits down on the bed again, pats his thighs so I crawl over there. But when I want to straddle him he shakes his head, says ‘Nu-uh’, guides me so that I’m lying over his legs. His hand follows the curve of my ass, wander inwards.
“Arch your back a bit,” he instructs and I comply, catch Kirisawa’s gaze, return his smile. I hold my breath while Nomura tugs at the plug, slowly removes it. Once it’s out he unceremoniously drops it on the ground, exhales in time with me.
“You still sure about this?” He helps me up, brushes some strands of hair from my face.
“Stop talking and start fucking me,” I demand, slide into his lap, just so far so I have room to take the condom, open the packet and roll it over his cock.
“So impatient?”
His hands find my hips, he guides me further into his lap, right above his cock. With one hand I steady it, slowly sink down. He feels different than Kirisawa, or maybe it’s the angle and the lacking plug now. He feels great, no complaints here, but now that I know I can have both of them I feel betrayed when it’s only one.
“Boss, you wanna join us here?”
He stares at me with wide eyes, rubs the back of his neck briefly.
“Could you – not call me that? Not right now at least.”
“Hiroshi feels conflicted doing this with a subordinate,” Nomura explains, lips close to my ear.
“Oh. Okay, sorry. Uh, Kirisawa-san, you wanna join?”
Nomura’s chuckle tells me that my choice of honorific is not the best, but I’m too distracted to think about how to address the man who’s going to fuck my ass while his best friend fucks my pussy.
Either way, it works. He crawls onto the bed behind me, kisses the nape of my neck, his hand smoothes over the curve of my ass. One testing finger turns into two, it’s tight but I’m ready after rocking between Nomura and Kirisawa’s fingers for maybe a minute. Maybe longer, I lost track of time.
More lube, some soothing words and encouragements from both of them and we are ready. A bit shifting is necessary to give us enough room and get us into the right position, I lean over Nomura more, he wraps his arms around me, strokes my back reassuringly.
“Just tell us if we need to stop, okay?”
I promise him, give Kirisawa the green light and take a deep breath. Holding my breath is exactly what I shouldn’t do so I focus on finding a good rhythm when I feel Kirisawa’s cock pressing against me, into me, only for an inch at first, stretching and angling.
“Keep it shallow,” I press out, get a grunt as answer. My skin feels too tight, too hot. I want him to move, want them both to fuck me senseless but I can barely stand them in me like this.
For now we all breathe and that’s about all the movements we make. Rising and falling chests, racing hearts.
“Doing so good, princess. Taking us so well…” Nomura praises me, and I’m dizzy with want, need, so close to my physical limits.
“You okay?” I can feel Kirisawa tremble, feel every shudder, every jittery motion.
“Yeah, I – shit, this is intense.” Goosebumps cover my skin, sweat joins it. “Okay, I think – you can try to move. Careful, though.”
Nomura rubs my arms, whispers sweet nothings while Kirisawa grips my hips tighter, pulls back just the tiniest bit to slide deeper into me.
I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Or sit. But I will be damned if this isn’t worth it.
Slowly we make progress, I help as good as I can by rocking back and forth, careful not to let any of them slip out of me or accidentally take them in too deep. By the time they are both fully buried inside of me we are a sweating mess, grunts and groans make up most of our communication.
My body is alight. Every nerve ending is singing, my legs are trembling as are my arms, the effort of keeping me upright has never been so torturous and sweet at the same time. We fall into a rhythm that works for all of us, Nomura – with the least amount of actual freedom to move – teases me with fleeting touches and kisses. Kirisawa mostly keeps us in synch while I only follow their bodies back and forth.
“Wanna take it up a notch?” Nomura asks with a sly grin, slips a hand between us only to add to the pressure and fireworks between my thighs by finding that bundle of nerves that has been neglected so far.
“Holy…! I – I can’t…” Speak. Think. Breathe. I can’t do anything from the moment he touches me there except for wailing and holding on to sanity. Barely.
“Just let go, princess,” he coos, baiting me to give up control. Not that I have much of a choice, my body can’t take any more stimulation at this point. My fingers dig into his shoulders, just like Kirisawa’s dig into my hips.
“I – fuck! This is – ohhHHH!” Not sure where the sound comes from that leaves my throat, but it’s primal, guttural, earthshaking – just like the pleasure that washes over me, has me writhing in between them, runs like fire through my veins only to leave my body through my ragged breath. Boneless I slump into Nomura’s arms, he kisses and soothes me, tells me how beautiful I am – I doubt that, I’m a mess but I don’t mind. All I want is to sleep now.
Kirisawa speeds up, now that I had mine he’s chasing his own high, and even Nomura changes his position a bit to thrust up into me.
Everything is too sharp, too tight, too hot, but I don’t want them to stop either. I want to stay trapped between them, or both of them trapped inside of me. I want to feel like this forever.
Nomura buries his face between my breasts, his thrusts already out of synch with Kirisawa’s.
“Now, Deputy Chief, I guess it’s your turn to let go,” I whisper, using his words earlier against him. But it’s not him who comes, it’s Kirisawa. His thrusts stutter, grip is even tightening, he growls, pants, rocks against me a few more times before he presses a messy kiss between my shoulder blades and pulls out. With my recovered room of movement I ride Nomura harder, ignore my numb legs and the strange feeling of loss after Kirisawa’s disengagement.
He joins us on the bed again after getting rid of the condom, just watches me fucking Nomura with the last shreds of my strength. Nomura’s hands on my hips dictate my pace and it’s not long before he tenses, heels digging into the mattress, and shouts out his own completion.
My neighbors will be traumatized for life after this night, but who cares? My mind is fuzzy, unable to hold a thought, I just follow when Kirisawa helps me off Nomura and onto the bed. A bit of shifting and scuffling and all I want is to fall asleep. Someone forces a glass of water into my hand, tells me to drink, but I’m not sure who it is. I obey, barely register the spilled drops on my skin.
“Are you okay?” Sounds like boss. I hum.
“Are you even awake, princess?”
My second hum gets answered with some laughter, but someone pulls a blanket over me and from that point on I’m out like a light.
Disorientated, muddle-headed and sore I wake up, it’s still dark in my bedroom. Or again, I don’t even know what time it is.
“Back in the land of the living?”
I jump at the voice that sounds right next to me, sleepy and warm. “D-deputy Chief?!”
“I think after last night you can just call me Nomura. At least out of the office.” He snuggles closer, nuzzles my neck.
Oh shit. What have I done?
“It’s only 5am, how about you both go back to sleep?”
Wait, Kirisawa, too? Did I drink last night? Got high? Was I drugged? And how the hell should I sleep now?
Another arm comes to rest over my waist, right next to Nomura’s.
“Not sure if I can sleep now,” I admit, my voice tiny, shaking.
Kirisawa sighs. “Fine. How about I make us some breakfast and coffee. You can just relax a bit and we talk afterwards.”
I squirm, notice the stickiness between my legs and butt cheeks. “I think I’d like to shower.”
“Want me to give you a hand? Hiroshi can take care of the food and I can take care of the treats.” I can hear Nomura’s wink, although that should be impossible.
I will go to hell. I slept with both of my superiors, at the same time. That considered there’s not much I can do to make this worse, right?
“Uh, okay. Yeah, actually that sounds good. And once we are done – I have to call in at work. I don’t think I can come to my shift today. I’m almost unable to move.”
Both of my superiors are here and well aware of my condition. I hear a chuckle from my right, must be Nomura.
“Almost?” he asks, fingertips dragging over my skin.
“Yeah, almost.” This will be a good morning, for sure.
Miho & Jazz 