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Furina couldn't help but giggle at their predicament. Here they were, stuck on the way down in the Palais Mermonia’s main elevator, with just the two of them and plenty of time to kill. The gentle whir of the malfunctioning machinery provided an almost musical backdrop to such unexpected alone time, but there was only so long she could hum to it before her mind drifted elsewhere…
"My dear Chief Justice," Furina purred, sidling closer with a mischievous glint in her sapphire eyes. "Since we're going to be here for quite a while, perhaps we could make the most of it?"
Neuvillette adjusted his cravat, a slight flush creeping across his pale features. "Lady Furina, this is hardly an appropriate time to flirt."
She reached up to twirl a silver and sea-blue lock of his hair, then dragged her hand down to trace the lines of his throat. "When has 'appropriate' ever been my strong suit?" Her other hand stroked down the intricate patterns of his judicial robes, feeling him grow tense under her touch. Warm, even through the fabric.
"The security cameras—"
"Are currently offline with the rest of the system!" She finished with a triumphant smirk, and his resistance was weakening; she could see it in the way his breath quickened and his composed expression began to crack, his fins beginning to glow in the dim. And the the confined space grew hotter as she pressed herself against him, the scent of fresh rain filling her every sense.
"Furina..." His voice had dropped to a husky whisper, sending shivers down her spine. It was close to a full moon, and her dragon had always been easier to fluster during these times. More fun. And in one swift motion, he turned the tables on her, pressing her against the cool metal of the elevator doors. His hair spilled around them as he loomed over her, gemstone eyes flashing white.
"You're playing a dangerous game, little droplet…"
"Oh? And what are you going to do about it?" She challenged, heart racing with excitement.
And what happened next was a blur of kisses and wandering hands. Neuvillette's usually impeccable self-control shattered like glass as he claimed her mouth with his own, making her see stars. He pressed a knee between her legs, catching her wrists to pin them above her head, and she squealed in eager delight as he bit at her lips and tugged at her shorts -
And just as things were getting good, the elevator suddenly lurched to life with a cheerful 'ding!'
"Oh, why now?" Furina yelped, and Neuvillette growled low in his throat as he pulled himself reluctantly away, his eyes never leaving her as they scrambled to make themselves presentable. And the doors opened to reveal the lobby full of startled courtiers and mechanics, who were treated to the sight of their Chief Justice and Hydro Archon in quite a state: clothes askew, hair mussed, and wearing matching expressions of obvious discontent.
Neuvillette cleared his throat and straightened his robes, and strode out with as much dignity as he could muster. "If you'll excuse me, Lady Furina. I have matters to attend to."
"Yes, I imagine you do…" Furina called after him with a wink, causing several of the waiting crowd to hide their snickers behind their hands.
-
Later that evening, a memo circulated throughout the Palais Mermonia: "Effective immediately, all elevator maintenance schedules will be strictly enforced to prevent any future incidents."
Furina kept that memo pinned to her wall, a cherished reminder of how she managed to make her ever-proper dragon lose his composure in the most entertaining of places. Though she noticed that after that day, Neuvillette seemed to take the stairs more often – not that it stopped her from finding other creative ways to corner him.
And if the elevator occasionally experienced mysterious malfunctions when they happened to be alone in it together? Well, that was purely coincidental. At least, that's what Furina would claim with an innocent smile that fooled absolutely no one.