Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Undistinguished UnderScore ❯ Chapter 27

~*~*~*~ I apologize, it's another chapter yet still in the making ~*~*~*~

"Sense when do you work for Kritiker!" Zeva rose forcefully out of her chair, knocking it to the stiff wooden floor on its back.

"Sense when have you not?" Neese folded her arms across her chest, pushing up a questioning eyebrow.

"I..mmm.." Zeva lowered her head to the side. "After I found out they were going to dismiss the case. But that still doesn't explain you! And how you found out about Kritiker and myself!"

"It's simple really, I merely followed you one day and the next day I got a hold of Birman."

"Birman?"

"Persia's other secretary."

"So..what do you do from here Neese? Request we work together? Or keep quiet that we know anything about the other?"

"I say we wait, until the time seems right and if we run into each other on another mission, well..They only have themselves to blame."

"True enough." Zeva slumped down onto her white feather comforter and ran her fingers through her long crimson hair, sighing deeply.

"Oh and Z.."

"'Sup?"

"No more giving Ken lap dances while I'm around."

"Hey!" Zeva straitened herself up from her relaxed position and glared at her twin.

Kaori squeezed her thigh muscles tighter around the waist they were currently inhabiting as she felt a foreign body part stroke her legs and then fondle the soft skin under her skirt. The light glinted off her thin glasses as she looked at the man she was currently latched too with icy, dark eyes. Delicate, pale fingers laced themselves in her raven black hair as she closed her eyes and felt the seductive soft voice purr in her ear.

"Kaori-Sama.." The new founded leader of Schwartz found her self captivated in a trance as she pressed herself to this masculine body and she couldn't help but sigh his name as she nuzzled her face into his shirt that reeked of his hypnotizing scent.

"Brad.." at the presence of his name, Brad gave Kaori's butt a gentle squeeze before letting her slowly sink back down into her desk chair to where she lifted her to stare at her infatuation through soft, rich bangs. "What about Schuldich?" Brad leaned in, removing his glasses and placing them on the sleek cherry oak desk, pressing his hands down on the arm rests.

"It's an open relationship." He guided Kaori's chin up to his and pushed up her glasses, forcing willful, partially parted lips to his that were ready for his tender mouth to explore hers. He wrapped his arm around her delicate shoulders, and proceeded to undo a few of the top buttons that belonged to her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders half way down her arms, exposing milky white shoulders and to his taste, a sheer black bra. Kaori, pleased with his sudden movement wrapped her legs back around his waist as she sat; now partially exposed to Brad's eyes. With her movement, Brad gripped his hands around her back and scooped her up from her chair, placing her on the viciously cleared, deep, wooden desk where she willingly let brad dispose of her shirt, and she busied herself with Brad's accursed business shirt. She jerked hard at Brad's tie, still consumed in his fiery kiss that invaded her mouth in sexual lust. But she forced to pull away from his passion in a gasp of shock and midily lurch forward, letting a mild moan escape from her chest as she felt Brad's hand slowly prep her for the real thing. She collapsed into him, panting as she still felt him work her. Brad smirked with sinful delight at the response he had gained from his female counter part, and he enjoyed the rare control and advantage he had now retrieved from the currently submissive Kaori.

Farfarello tapped on the thick oak doors of Kaori's office, but the bitter harsh force that would usually greet the excessive knocking did not follow. He knocked again, still no reply and took the initiative to open the door, without Kaori's permission. The door creaked, and the office was dimly lit, but lit enough to see the display taking place on Kaori's desk, lucky, Brad and Kaori hadn't gotten to actually having sex. Farfarello turned his head to the side, rising his hand to his mouth in the form of a fist, clearing his throat in the process. Brad snapped his head up and removed himself from Kaori, whistling in her ear delicately.

"We have company." Kaori sat up and spun around on her desk, her shirt still open and exposing her choice of lingerie, her hair midily tossed about.

"What are you doing in here?!" Kaori barked, slipping her glasses back on and buttoning up her blouse at the same time. Farfarello bowed.

"I came in question to the current activity of the mission you assigned for Schwartz."

"Yeah, what about it?" Kaori crossed her legs as she sat on the edge of her desk, facing Farfi with Brad behind her.

"Should we go through with the plans, as assigned?"

"What do you think!" Kaori hissed at the white haired man. "Of course you go through with what I've told you! Were getting that little brat back!"

Farfarello bowed, an insanely rich smile gliding over his lips "Hai, Kaori-Sama. I'll let you attended to you're…other duties.." Farfie glanced at Brad, who glared it him through dark blue bangs, giving his comrade the middle finger.

"You'd enjoy it to much, Brad." Farfie made his exit, and Kaori proceeded to the door after him, and locked it, turning back toward Brad who leaned against her desk with a half-unbuttoned shirt. She smirked as she slowly walked back toward him, and to Brad's surprise, she shoved him down on the desk and straddled him, looking deep into his dark eyes.

"Now, you're mine." She flicked her long strands of raven black hair behind her shoulder, and Brad wrapped his arms around her and tugged her down on top of him, forcing her to lock with his lips. They were able to each get what they both wanted, by the end of night, and by morning Brad released the last of his strength, before withering down on top of her, breathing against her hot skin. Brad slowly lifted himself off of Kaori, who was still breathing hard and watched as she cracked her eyes to peer at the shock stricken face of Brad, as a sudden gust of reality hit him as he looked into her dark eyes.

"You were a virgin...?"