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Qira worked efficiently and quietly, impressing Rissa as he had her pulled back from her desk and her hands bound behind her back in what felt like a matter of moments. She looked up at him with a grin on her face, knowing that he was stepping out of his comfort zone by taking such a bold step with her. It seemed that he really did have a soft spot for her.

"Well, now, this is certainly an interesting turn of events." Rissa said, testing the leather of his belt and finding herself well and truly captured.
 
Qira paced slowly around Rissa, silently considering his first move. He gave her a small smirk, pulling a clean kerchief from a pouch on his bandolier, and tying it into a blindfold over her eyes. Once she was unable to see him, she would be able to hear him shrug off his own gear and tunic. But after that, he was silent and it was hard to tell where he was til he touched her. He stepped behind her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. One trailed down the center of her chest while the other tilted her head back until he captured her lips in a slow-burning kiss.
 
The blindfold certainly was unexpected and Rissa did her best to try and listen for Qira as he moved around the room. He barely made a sound and she actually jumped as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Her heart was racing with the thrill of it all as he hand trailed down the center of her chest and the other tilted her head back until he was kissing her with enough passion to curl her toes.

"What's gotten into you, panther?" Rissa teased as the kiss broke and his hand gently held the curve of her throat.
 
Qira didn't answer, his fingers trailing down as he nipped gently at her neck. Soon he was in front of her again, and she felt his hands on her thighs, smoothing over her skin before parting them and kneeling before her. With her legs draped over his shoulders, he began to explore with his tongue, painfully slow and methodical in his determination. He wanted to prove he had not lost his interest now that they'd returned to Edinburgh, that despite their work, he still spared time and thought for her.
 
Rissa gasped as Qira knelt in front of her, draping her legs over his shoulder and starting his exploration. He had no interruptions as her hands had been bound and Rissa had nothing to do but sit there and feel as he explored. She couldn't help the sharp cry that issued from her lips when he did something that she particularly liked. She wriggled in the chair, her wrists straining slightly against his belt, but this was all part of the game. She had promised that she wouldn't cave and he had insisted that he could make her.
 
Qira watched her closely, his time as an interrogator serving him as he saw and heard certain tells, even those that she tried not to react to. His fingers parted her folds for his full perusal, allowing him to lick and suckle gently on her little bud. The hand still resting on her thigh tightened its grip and his shoulders pushed against her legs, tilting the chair up on just two legs and giving Rissa the sensation of being unstable, entirely dependent on Qira for balance.
 
Rissa let out a startled gasp as she was suddenly tipped backwards, her entire body flailing for a moment. Her legs tightened around his shoulders and she let out another loud cry as he suckled on her clit. Her belly was taut as she struggled against giving him too much satisfaction in the matter and finding her own satisfaction.

The sound of a muffled cry somewhere along their hallway had Kate lifting her head off the pillow. She had just fallen asleep, but the noise was entirely out of place. Glancing towards the door, she saw Kell standing there, his ears perked forward as he listened intently.

"What's going on?" Kate asked, brushing her red curls out of her face.
 
Kell was chuckling to himself quietly as Kate woke, shaking his head. He stepped back over to the bed and murmured, "I believe someone is enjoying themself. Or two someones."

In Rissa's office, Qira had not stopped his pleasurable assault, but almost immediately after Rissa had cried out, she felt Qira's hand cover her mouth, knowing it was late and someone might hear.
 
Kate gave him a frown as he walked back towards the bed and chuckled, telling her what he thought the noise was. "I've had my suspicions that Rissa and Qira might have been enjoying one another. I suppose as long as it doesn't interfere with his work or hers, it's fine."

Rissa whimpered as Qira's hand suddenly covered her mouth, dampening her cries and continuing on with his assault.
 
Kell shook his head as he joined Kate's side. "I knew Qira had an eye for her, but he's always been so shy, I never expected anything to happen." He settled beside Kate with a sigh, no longer able to hear anything from down the hall.

Qira let the chair sit forward again, his fingers delving into her core while one hand still remained over her mouth. He quickly sought out the most sensitive spots he could, his fingers curling inside her body.
 
Rissa bucked against his hand as he suddenly pressed his fingers deeply inside of her. Rissa tensed, panting beneath his hand as he sought to bring her as much pleasure as possible. The moment that his fingers found that hidden spot deep within her body, she let out a muffled cry and came. Rissa thrashed against her bonds, bucking against his hand as he world seemingly collapsed around her into nothing but pulsing pleasure.
 
Qira drew back as she fell limp and slowly began to recover, smirking lightly to himself as he leaned in to kiss her again, his hands smoothing up over her heated skin.
 
"You naughty panther." Rissa panted as he let her go, smoothing his hand over her heated skin as she shivered. "How many other women have been in this position when they challenge you?"
 
"Not many," Qira murmured, pulling the blindfold away with a light smile before kissing her once more. "You were the first not to be nervous about it."
 
"Why would I be nervous?" She asked as he pulled the blindfold away, but left her deliberately bound. "I know that you wouldn't have any reason to harm me. You wouldn't harm a fly if you didn't have a reason to."
 
"Some women tend to remember that I am an assassin at bad times," Qira shrugged lightly, giving her a little smirk as he left her bound. "What to do with you now, though."
 
"You're a smart panther. I'm sure that you'll come up with something." Rissa said, a smile on her lips to serve as a challenge as he surveyed her.
 
Qira slipped behind her then, unbinding her wrists behind her, only to rebind them in front of her securely. He brought her arms up around his neck, pushing her boldly back against her desk and sitting her up on the edge while he nipped at her throat and unbuttoned his trousers. He pulled her hips forward, stealing one more passionate kiss as he sunk his length into her body with a comfort and confidence that she'd helped build over time.
 
Rissa kissed him passionately in return, gasping as he was soon thrusting into her body with an eagerness that surprised her. Her panther might have acted cool and aloof, but he was truly a lusty man. It made her grin as her fingers curled against his black fur, holding onto him tightly as he started their wild ride together.
 
The pair romped around the office for a good hour or so, Qira keeping things quiet and tending to Rissa's every desire til she found herself collapsed against him as he sat back against the wall, panting heavily.
 
Rissa felt completely boneless as she was draped over Qira, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath her as they basked in the aftermath. "You're starting to grow on me, panther."

She lifted her head and stared down into his amber gaze, a wealth of honesty in her own as she did. "I've never felt the way I feel about you with anyone in my life."
 
Qira couldn't help a gentle smile as he met her gaze, a hand rising to her cheek. "This is why I wanted to prove I would not forget you in the face of my work." He pressed a sweet and welcoming kiss to her lips, his broad arms draping around her.
 
"You're not allowed to fall in love with me." Rissa insisted as Qira kissed her warmly, holding her against his soft fur. "I'll break your heart in the end."
 
"Why do you think that?" Qira let his head rest back against the wall, a little hurt at such an immediate rejection.
 
"I speak from experience, Qira." Rissa murmured as she saw the instant hurt on his face. "And we barely know one another outside of what we do in the bedroom. That's not the best foundation for a relationship."
 
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