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Jean was tired. Which is a fair assumption to make if you just caught a look at the dark bags under her eyes and how rushed together her hair is, but that wasn’t the only reason you could figure it out if you were Jean.
The past few days Jean has been running around Mondstadt like a madwoman as there was a sudden influx of incidents that she had to take care of, and today was no exception.
It was early in the morning when the Traveller came back from Liyue with Amber by their side, explaining how Hilichurls became bolder outside of Mondstadt walls. Which was annoying but they wanted to use anemo to help blow the Hilichurls back as a reminder. Which was fine and seriously who was Jean to refuse the pleading face of Amber and the Traveller.
When she returned to the headquarters there was already a pile of paper waiting to be touched by Jean, on the accountability of Lisa. Just annoying acting Grand Master duties that Jean didn’t want to deal with today.
It was about mid-noon when her stack of responsibilities just doubled thanks to every Archon that seemed to hate Jean. Some complaints practically touched the roof with the vision holders in Mondstadt disturbing the peace. Klee has apparently been scaring off all the fish in the local lakes and causing normal Klee mayhem, Fischl and Bennett somehow caused a rock to fall causing a popular trade route to be blocked, there was a report of Diona insulting the customers at the Cat Tail and scratching them which shouldn’t be Jean's problem, Venti has been doing some evening drinking and disturbing local peace and to top it off there are reports of a wolf boy stealing petty items in Mondstadt and barking at the locals.
Jean was tired. Not to mention she had to negotiate with the Fatui soon and decide if she wanted to sign a deal with them.
She slumped into her chair running a hand across her face in hopes that somehow everything could be solved on its own. Even though Jean was blessed by the Archons and given an Anemo vision she just wished that instead they magically completed this work for her.
It’s just some days Jean doesn’t know if she can handle the work of being an acting Grandmaster. More often than not, she finds herself practically pleading at the late hours of the night that Varka will return so she could finally breathe again. But her prayers are never answered and instead she is woken up with the weight of Mondstadt on her shoulders. One day it’ll probably crush her, although that day isn’t today.
When she heard the door creak open she immediately straightened herself out to make it look like she wasn’t falling off the deep end. She caught Lisa’s eyes and relaxed at the sight knowing Lisa wouldn’t judge her for something like this. Lisa strutted in with a book in hand, carefully shut the door behind her and took a seat on the sofa up against the window.
This was perhaps Jean's favourite time of day, watching Lisa read a book with the colours of the setting sun bathing her in gold.
Purple and gold are perhaps Jean's favourite colours.
She liked looking at Lisa’s light brown hair soaking in the sun, noticing the different complexities of colours it reflects. She likes watching Lisa’s slender hands flip carefully through the pages making sure not to bend them.
She also wondered how Lisa kept the purple rose in her hair so fruitful, it never seemed to wither. Just an unbreakable beauty, like Lisa, Jean supposed.
Lisa never seemed to mind Jeans staring, just peacefully in her world reading the book while listening to the grandfather clock tick away the seconds. Jean appreciated that Lisa shared her world with Jean.
Minutes passed by, or hours, incredibly slowly, each tick of the clock feeling it became longer than the other. She didn’t even realize she let out a sigh until Lisa’s eyes flickered up to her.
“Is everything okay acting Grand Master?” She asked softly, finally breaking the trance of tender silence,
“Lisa,” she gave a half stern look at her and watched Lisa’s lips curl at the response.
“Jean you’re practically working yourself to death, you could always use a break.”
“Mondstadt doesn’t take breaks,” Jean replied flatly.
“Maybe I could help you then,” Lisa said, closing her book and turning her full attention to Jean. Jean knew she would remember whatever page she was on, Lisa’s brain is just amazing like that. Listening to Lisa’s offer she just sighed and waved her hand at her in hopes she could take that as a no. Lisa has a lot on her plate already, might as well not add to it. Plus this job was given to Jean by the Grand Master, if she couldn’t handle this much she really shouldn’t have agreed.
Lisa stood up and sauntered to the desk and leaned over it, supposedly looking innocently at the papers Jean was working on through the acting Grandmaster couldn’t help but notice Lisa’s cleavage pushing against the table. It looked nice, she thought absently. Her mind wandered to the rest of Lisa’s body taking note of the curve of her hips as she was bent over.
Then she made the mistake of making eye contact with the brunette. Lisa looked oblivious to Jean's ogling but that didn’t stop the flush from spreading across her cheeks. Archons, Jean must’ve been tired to let herself get distracted like that.
“You look hot,” Lisa said and Jean practically sputtered, “Your cheeks are red, you sure you aren’t catching a fever?” Lisa laid the back of her hand against Jean's forehead.
Already knowing another wave of blush is making its way to her cheeks she pushed off the hand softly, shaking her head unable to find words to speak.
Lisa walked around the table until she was behind Jean's chair and leaned over her shoulder until her lips were practically tickling her ear. Archons, Jean wasn’t going to make it out alive today.
Then Lisa spoke softly, “Maybe you need to relax.” Her hands clasped Jean's shoulders and began to rub them and the blonde practically melted into the touch.
Normally, Jean would’ve stopped Lisa at this point, not wanting Lisa’s game to get too ahead of herself, but this time Jean was too tired to care. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let Lisa’s slender hands bend and pull her shoulders. She felt Lisa’s thumb push into her shoulder blade in a soothing motion and a gasp escaped her lips. Her lips tightened in hope that Lisa didn’t pick up on that.
When she didn’t feel any hesitation or stopping from Lisa she assumed she hadn’t and allowed herself to relax a bit, making soft noises wherever Lisa touched.
The librarian's hand trailed to the middle of her back and rubbed in circling motions untying any of the knots that plagued her. She felt her hands trail down her spine and to her lower back and bit back a moan when her hands pushed in the right spot.
Again, this was really unlike Jean and perhaps hours from now Jean would feel ashamed for allowing herself to get distracted like this. A deep part of herself knew she needed this and now she’s wondering why she ever avoided Lisa’s advance in the first place. It was just nice to be touched so tenderly, could you blame her?
“You’re very tight,” Lisa replied, her voice getting dangerously too seductive for Jean's liking.
Jean sighed in response, “Been busy,” she muttered and heard a hum in reply.
Her hands began to trail down further to the bottom of Jean's rib cage, softly going over the ribs. Jean's voice hitched at that movement and she could feel Lisa giggle softly behind her.
“Lisa, you can stop now,” Jean said and tried to adjust her body back into a working position.
Lisa’s fingers trailed under Jean's breast, allowing a finger to fiddle with the top of the corset. “Do you want me to?”
“No,” she breathed roughly. Her eyes flickered up to Lisa and all she saw was a smile across her pretty lips and green eyes staring intensely at her. Her body withered under the look as a finger tilted her chin up.
“Good girl,” Lisa said before catching her lips in a kiss. Fuck.
The angle was a bit awkward as Lisa leaned over her to kiss her but Jean wanted nothing more. The moment Lisa pulled away Jean felt herself whining at the loss of contact, she didn’t want to stop now, especially after her body had been craving her touch. Her hand reached up in a desperate attempt to pull Lisa back but the librarian only chuckled at her before pulling her chair out. Her legs swung over Jean's lap and Jean's breath was practically gone at the sight.
Lisa was beautiful in every way possible and the blonde allowed herself to trail her hands across her thighs. Lisa then pulled her into another kiss, this time way more desperate and needy. Her mouth opened up instantaneously in need and felt Lisa’s devil tongue dart inside. Everything was hot and using a hand she grabbed Lisa’s hair and pushed her harder into the kiss. Lisa smiled against her lips and let out a gasp at the action and pleased Jean greatly, and her pussy even more.
They only pulled apart when they absolutely needed to and quickly dived back into the kiss. Lisa began slowly grinding against Jean's lap and a moan escaped her lips at the brunette's action. A chuckle rushed through Lisa as she pulled apart for the kiss with only a string of salvia keeping them in contact.
She looked at Jean hazily and looked down at her crotch, “Want to take them off, darling?”
“Yes,” said Jean against Lisa’s neck as her hands rushed to take off her belt. Lisa laughed lightly at the blonde's eagerness but Jean was too tired and horny to care at this point. She wanted to fuck, and particularly she wanted to fuck her best friend to remove any of the remaining stress in her system.
It’s also slightly embarrassing to admit but Jean didn’t get much action as acting Grand Master. You technically couldn’t fuck on your job but Jean has reached her breaking point and all sense of sanity quickly vanished when she saw Lisa, a gorgeous seductive girl, on her lap, hands trailing along her thighs to help the blonde remove the restraining belt. Jean lifted her hips in much hurry, pulling her pants and belt aside, leaving her only in her underwear. Lisa let out an approving coo at the sight of the Acting Grand Master.
Lisa planted a quick kiss on Jean’s lips before shimmering down to the floor, right between Jean's thighs. Her lustful eyes looked up at Jean between her lashes as she pulled down the front off her top, revealing her breasts. And Archon was a sight to behold. Though Jean wanted to savour the moment, the sudden rush of realizing that they’re doing this in her office dawned on her.
“Get on with it,” Jean says, resting her head on her hand and watching Lisa through dark eyes. Lisa shivered before smiling and dragging her hands up Jean's thighs, inching closer to her now wet panties.
“Impatient are we?” Lisa licked her lips before dragging her panties between Jean's legs, revealing her entirely.
Truth be told, it was embarrassing how eager Jean was, the entire time she was practically itching for Lisa to move faster. She watched Lisa lean over and kiss her navel and run a teasing finger between her folds. A small pant escaped her lips and her hips betrayed her and thrust on their own, eager for more contact. Lisa smiled at her once more than took two fingers into her mouth. She made a show of swirling her lips around her fingers, darting her tongue between her lips and sliding it down her slender fingers.
“Lisa,” Jean practically hissed.
Almost on cue, Lisa now took those now wet fingers and pumped them slowly into Jean. Jeans back arched at the insertion and let out a sharp gasp. For a moment, Lisa seemed concerned but was later reassured with a nod from Jean to keep going. Her fingers began to pump in and out at a slow pace, making Jean buck against her knuckles in desperation.
“Lisa, Lisa,” Jean called out breathily.
“What is it?” Lisa asked and halted the movement of her fingers.
“You know,”
“No I don’t, use your words, Jean. What is it that you want?” Jean's face practically burned at the implications of Lisa's words. Normally she would be above begging but she’s so tired and exhausted and hasn’t felt this good in forever.
“Lisa,” Jean started, the rest of the words resting thick on her tongue. A finger curled up, pressing a spot that made Jean moan. “Fuck me, Lisa, for the love of archons fuck me.”
Lisa smiled at that and then replaced her hands with her tongue. Jean could feel quick small kisses on her pelvis before Lisa’s devilish tongue began swirling on her clit. More repetitive gasps filled the hot room and Jean threw her head back in bliss, almost ignoring the sound of knocking at the door.
Wait, knocking?
“Acting Grand Master?” A familiar rose-filled voice called behind shut doors. Fuck, it’s Kaeya.
“Lisa!” Jean hissed with more urgency, ignoring the feeling of pleasure crashing between her legs. Lisa didn’t budge so Jean tried to squeeze her thighs together to get her to move but Lisa simply pushed her thighs apart. “Shit,” Jean muttered while catching a devilish grin from Lisa.
“Jean?” The voice called again.
“Yes sorry, come in, Kaeya.”
Kaeya walked in seemingly obvious the situation that was happening under the desk. “Acting Grand Master, your face seems red,” Kaeya mused before setting down a scroll in front of Jean.
Jean's breath hitched as she felt Lisa’s tongue enter her before quickly forcing on a stern face, “What’s this?”
“Reports of an uncharted island that’s sinking sailors' ships.”
Lisa by now was effectively tongue fucking Jean into oblivion. Every passing moment she felt herself becoming closer and closer to the edge, and if Kaeya won’t leave soon she will fall off. Her thighs tensed together to hold herself off.
“Interesting, I’ll read them over this evening. You are dis-“ her voice hitched as Lisa curled her tongue up to a spot that particularly felt nice. She cleared her throat and continued, “dismissed.”
“You don’t look too well Acting Grand Master,” His eyes narrowed on her and Jean was about to buckle down right there.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Just a headache.”
“I could call Lisa in, she could prepare some tea for you,” Kaeya said, running his hands over some loose paper on the desk.
“No!” Jean practically shouted, if Kaeya couldn’t find Lisa then surely they’ll figure out what they’re up to. Plus she was becoming way too close to her orgasm. Kaeya looked at her with a sly smirk painted on his lips before shrugging and turning around.
She was so close to cumming, if he could just leave she could finally come. She was fighting against the pleasurable feeling in her abdomen that was furiously spreading to her entire body and Lisa didn’t ease up with her tongue fucking.
“If you insist, acting Grandmaster. Stay well,” he said before shutting the doors behind him.
And Jean came, allowing her juices to be plastered all over Lisa’s face while covering her mouth that was spilling a certain librarian's name like it was the holy gospel. White light blinded her as her orgasm continued to trench forward. She didn’t know when her orgasm stopped, when her vision cleared up she noticed the rise of her hips and an all too pleased brunette licking lips.
Jean ran a finger across Lisa’s chin, tilting her chin up so she can directly look at the women beneath her.
“Beautiful,” she murmured, the sleepiness of her orgasm slowly consuming her.
“So are you,” Lisa replied simply.
“You didn’t get to… let me,”
Lisa stopped moving and crawled out from under the desk to take a seat on her lap. She kissed her lips softly then spoke, “This was about you, don’t worry about me. You can always make it up to me next time.” She giggled.
Jean nodded, nuzzling her head between Lisa’s breasts, allowing her exhaustion to finally take hold.
Later, Kaeya would find the two women cuddled up to each other on the sofa. He smiled at the fact the two finally got their shit together and their unresolved pining for the last few years was finally solved. Though in an office? Really? He moved on and decided to complete Jean's work because seriously, the girl deserved a break and he would’ve been happy to provide if she just asked, though she doesn’t know how to do that just yet.
Once he finished he stretched his hands in the air allowing the warm rising sun to bask on his shoulders. With the two girls asleep he supposed he could go visit his alchemist.