Zoey sighed as she saw that the elevator in their wing was currently under maintenance. She checked the other elevator, only to find it still several floors away. Frustrated, she turned to the hospital wing elevator.
"Jeez, I need to get to the boardroom first," she muttered, pressing the button for the elevator to go up. She waited until the elevator chimed.
"Oh," Harriet tilted her head as she noticed Zoey step inside. Zoey paused when she saw Harriet, who was already standing inside the elevator. "Are you in the right place, sweetheart?" Harriet asked, observing as Zoey reached for the floor button only to realize it was already selected.
She glanced at Harriet. "The elevators on our wing are all busy or under maintenance, and I really don't want to go running in these heels," Zoey shrugged, stepping back as a group of people entered the elevator.
Harriet chuckled, pulling Zoey closer to her. "Stay beside me; we're heading to the same floor," she murmured, resting her hands on Zoey's waist.
Zoey nodded silently, feeling comforted by Harriet's presence as the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent. As the other passengers exited, leaving just the two of them alone, Zoey cleared her throat and shifted slightly away from Harriet.
Harriet tilted her head and chuckled, looking straight ahead. "No office romance, right?" she joked.
Zoey laughed lightly. "I don't want to be the hot topic of the coworkers," she replied, shrugging. Harriet laughed softly, her hands tucked into her pockets.
Zoey clutched the documents and laptop she was holding. "Not every day I get to see you in that outfit. You look great; it really suits you," Harriet said, glancing at her and offering a warm smile.
Heat rose to Zoey's cheeks. "Thanks," she mumbled, trying to shake off the feeling. Quit staring at me like that, she chastised herself, as Harriet looked at her as if she were already naked in front of her.
The elevator chimed, and Zoey sighed, preparing to step out. But before she could, Harriet swiftly pulled her back and pressed a kiss to her lips. Stunned, Zoey allowed Harriet to usher her out.
"What the hell did you just do?" Zoey asked, gritting her teeth.
"Just cheering you up," Harriet replied with a playful grin. "I heard my girlfriend is going to be presenting something today. Consider that a good luck kiss," she added, winking before letting Zoey walk ahead.
Zoey glanced over her shoulder, noticing Harriet was a few steps behind her. Right, she's one of the directors of the medical group; of course, she'll be here! Zoey thought, remembering that today's board meeting would involve the BioSynthix medical group, not just the Pharmaceutical department.
Zoey swallowed hard as Harriet pinned her against the bedroom door, her breath hitching as the familiar, intoxicating scent of Harriet surrounded her. One of Harriet's hands rested at Zoey's waist, while the other braced above her head, making Zoey feel both held and cornered.
"Good job on the presentation, sweetheart," Harriet murmured, lifting Zoey's chin to meet her gaze.
Zoey let out a nervous laugh, trying to steady her breathing. "Thanks, I guess?" she managed, her heart racing. "But... why exactly am I pinned here, against your bedroom door?"
Harriet chuckled, pressing a light kiss to Zoey's lips. "I saw it in a romance movie I watched recently. Too cringey?"
Zoey snickered, giving her a playful push. "Too many romance movies for you, Doc."
Harriet's soft laugh was followed by a quick tug that drew Zoey back close, her gaze softening. "Harriet?" Zoey whispered, feeling both curious and captivated by the intensity in Harriet's eyes. Harriet sighed before leaning in to kiss her, the touch gentle and sincere, almost reverent.
Zoey gasped as Harriet pulled back, words caught in her throat, only for Harriet to silence her again with another kiss. This one was teasing, a playful rhythm as Harriet's lips would retreat for a heartbeat, only to return the next, leaving Zoey breathless. The soft sound of their kisses filled the room, mingling with the quiet hum of the air conditioner.
Zoey's hands slid over Harriet's shoulders, one finding its way to Harriet's cheek, the other twining into her hair. "Sorry, I can't help myself," Harriet whispered between kisses, her voice husky. "Being this close to you... it's impossible not to be."
Smiling, Harriet brushed her thumb across Zoey's lips before capturing them in a rougher, more urgent kiss. Zoey responded with equal passion, feeling the ache of their shared longing. Harriet slipped Zoey's blazer from her shoulders, her fingers working deftly at the buttons of Zoey's blouse as if they couldn't waste another second.
Zoey let out a soft gasp as Harriet's lips trailed down her neck, her own fingers weaving through Harriet's hair before gently tugging her face back up. She cupped Harriet's cheeks, drawing her in for a more intense kiss, her hands slowly sliding down to unbutton Harriet's shirt. As the last button fell loose, Zoey pushed the shirt off Harriet's shoulders, letting it slip down to the floor.
Harriet smirked, murmuring, "Look at you, you're learning fast, sweetie," before Zoey pulled her even closer, hands tangled in her hair as their kisses grew deeper, rougher. Harriet's soft bites on Zoey's lips sent a thrill through her, and they continued, lost in the quiet fire building between them.
Without breaking their heated kiss, Harriet guided Zoey toward the bed, her fingers deftly working at the zipper on Zoey's skirt. Just as Harriet was about to ease Zoey onto the mattress, Zoey surprised her by switching their positions, pushing Harriet down instead.
Harriet's eyes widened briefly before a low, amused laugh escaped her. She leaned back on her elbows, gazing up at Zoey with a smirk, licking her lips in a playful, seductive challenge. "So, you're feeling bold tonight, hmm?" she murmured, her voice tinged with delight.
Zoey leaned in, resting her right knee between Harriet's thighs, lifting Harriet's chin with gentle fingers before cupping her cheeks to kiss her deeply. Harriet smiled into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as she reached for Zoey's thigh, her hands gliding up to her skirt, tracing over her stockings. Harriet let out a soft gasp as Zoey's lips traveled down to her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses that settled in a gentle bite at her neck.
With a skilled hand, Harriet found the zipper at the back of Zoey's skirt, letting it slip down her legs. Zoey's skirt pooled around her knees as she pressed closer, her warmth enveloping Harriet.
"You're driving me mad, you know that?" Harriet breathed between kisses, feeling Zoey's tongue slide against hers in a provocative rhythm. She gripped Zoey's thigh, pulling her even closer as her hand brushed over Zoey's sensitive spots, stoking a fire that left them both breathless.
Harriet gasped softly as Zoey's hands glided over her abdomen, tracing the defined lines of her muscles. A low groan escaped her as she tilted her head back, a soft chuckle bubbling up. "You're getting naughty, aren't you?" she murmured, stopping Zoey's hand just before it could wander further. With a swift, playful motion, Harriet switched their positions, gently pinning Zoey beneath her.
Zoey met Harriet's gaze with a soft laugh, her fingers reaching up to brush Harriet's cheek. "I love you," she whispered, eyes bright with warmth.
Harriet's expression softened as she leaned down, her voice a tender murmur. "I love you even more, sweetheart." She claimed Zoey's lips in a lingering kiss, gently guiding her back onto the mattress. As she tugged down Zoey's stockings and undies, Harriet's lips found their way to Zoey's abdomen, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses.
Zoey squirmed, laughter bubbling up as Harriet's kisses tickled her stomach. "Harriet, stop it!" she giggled, breathless, her laughter filling the room as Harriet continued her playful assault.
Harriet laughed along, finally relenting as she met Zoey's gaze with a grin. "Can't resist making you laugh, sweetie," she mumbles, brushing a thumb over Zoey's cheek before leaning in for another kiss, their laughter fading into a moment of shared intimacy.