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Today's meeting was incredibly boring. Hollis had called all senior agents in for an 'emergency meeting', only to have spent the last half hour talking about the importance of not testing psychic powers on the aquarium's fish. Sasha had tried to pay attention, but started zoning out around the time she got to how the goldfish was now speaking in tongues.
A brush against his mind caught his attention. He looked in front of him, where Milla was sitting. She looked just as bored as he did.
'Not the most exciting meeting, is it?' she sent to him telepathically.
He sighed and shook his head. 'No,' he replied.
She smiled at him, and picked up her pen, waving it in front of her face. 'Concentrate on this pen, darling. Memorize it.'
Sasha wasn't sure what she was getting at, but he nodded, and concentrated on the pen. After about a minute passed, she stopped waving it around. She took a quick look around her to see if anyone else was watching, then smirked at Sasha as she casually pulled the collar of her suit away from her a bit and dropped the pen inside.
'Okay, now use clairvoyance on it.’
Sasha felt his face grow hot. Even though the two of them were semi-officially dating now, he still wasn't entirely used to her advances. But he obeyed and closed his eyes, trying to see what the pen saw. He focused hard on the pen, concentrating on its form, its color, and its shape. It didn't take long before he felt like something clicked in his brain, and he could see through the pen inside. And what he saw only made his face grow hotter.
'Milla, you're naked!'
'I'm still wearing my suit, silly. But yes, I'm not wearing anything underneath.'
'...R-right.'
He opened his eyes. Milla was still looking at him, leaned forward a bit with her elbows on the table and resting her chin in her hands. She was looking at him expectantly. He quickly averted his gaze.
'Well?' Milla thought in a faux-innocent voice. 'Aren't you going to say anything?'
'I... what do you want me to say?' he asked back.
'Well, a compliment would be nice to start.'
'I've complimented your body many times already,' he protested.
'Doesn't mean I get tired of it.'
'Uh huh.'
'So? What are you waiting for? Say something good.'
'Um... you have a beautiful body.'
'Why, thank you! And here's your reward.'
He felt a telekinetic hand brush across his dick and jumped. The blonde agent next to him looked at him curiously for a second, then back towards Hollis.
'Milla, we're in a meeting!'
'A meeting about psychic fish. I'm just helping you not get bored to death. But if you want me to stop, I will.'
Sasha gritted his teeth and looked down. He could feel the blood rushing into his groin.
'How altruistic of you,' he retorted. 'But have you considered that two can play this game?'
He reached out with a telekinetic hand to grab at Milla's breast, causing her to emit a small 'eep!' Hollis paused her diatribe to look at her. "Is everything alright, Agent Vodello?"
"S-sorry! Thought I saw a cockroach, is all." Milla gave Hollis a winning smile. Hollis shook her head, and went back to her speech.
Milla turned to look back at Sasha. 'Well, color me surprised, darling! I didn't think you had it in you to be so forward -- not that I'm complaining.'
'Since you're being so generous, I figured I’d return the favor.'
'Oh? Then how about we turn this into a wager? We keep doing this, and whoever has enough first has to lead the intern tour on Monday.'
'Just lead the intern tour? Those stakes seem rather low for you.'
'I thought I'd choose something that's not too hard for you.' She smirked. 'Considering I'll be winning.'
'I wouldn't be so confident about that, Milla.'
'Oh? Why not?'
'You underestimate how much I hate the interns.'
Milla bit back a laugh at that, and continued telekinetically stroking his dick. Meanwhile, Sasha focused his attention downwards. He wasn't the best at sex but he had done it enough with Milla to know what she liked. He brushed over her clit, making her squirm in her seat.
'You're such a tease.’' She wrapped her entire telekinetic hand around his dick and started pumping.
Sasha gripped the table with his actual hands, but didn't let up mentally. He slowly circled around her clit, enjoying the way she tried to inconspicuously shift around in her seat. He stopped circling her clit, and instead began to rub it directly while Milla increased the speed at which she pumped his dick.
Milla knew exactly how he liked it, and she wasn’t pulling any stops on her end. Sasha put his fist up to his mouth, biting on his glove. This was bad -- he was nearing his limit. He'd have to take her by surprise to even have a chance. He removed his telekinetic hand from her clit and body entirely.
'Oh?' she thought playfully. 'Had enough already?'
He didn't answer, focusing intensely. He had to get this just right -- just a little off of his target would mean a failure. Once he was certain he had it, he reformed his psychic hand, with two fingers pointing upwards, and thrust them straight into her vagina.
Milla screamed. She instantly released her mental grip on his cock, grabbing onto the table tightly. The room went silent. Hollis, who had been talking at length, looked at her, then at Sasha, and finally back at Milla.
"Agent Vodello, are you alright?"
Milla didn't answer right away, and Sasha slowly withdrew the psychic fingers from her. The fever of the moment had evaporated, and he was suddenly shocked and ashamed at what he just did.
After a few seconds, Milla seemed to regain most of her composure, looking back up at Hollis with a wavering smile. "S-sorry, Hollis! I just... injured my foot earlier, and a-accidentally hit it. I'm... I'm okay."
Hollis shook her head. "You don't sound fine." She whipped her head around to Sasha. "Agent Nein, escort Agent Vodello to Medical."
Sasha nodded, and got to his feet. He walked over to Milla, and helped her to her feet. He held her elbow as they made their way out of the conference room.
The second they were outside of the room, he turned to her, apologizing. "I'm sorry, Milla, that was taking it too far. I didn't hurt you, did I? Shit, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--"
Milla cut him off, grabbing him by his suit. "Shut up, shut up, shut up." Her eyes quickly scanned the hallway before coming on a door, which she pointed to, an intense look in her eyes. "You. Me. Closet. Now."
Sasha sighed, and pulled the door open. Inside, there was a small, empty closet. He stepped inside, and Milla followed, closing the door behind them. She locked it, and turned to face Sasha. He started apologizing again.
"I am really sorry, Milla, I didn't-- mmph!"
She shoved Sasha against the wall, pushing her hips forward. She kissed him hard, pressing her lips against his. His mind was completely blank, his thoughts blown away by the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. He felt her hands moving down his back, pulling his shirt off. He heard her moan as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
They broke the kiss, panting.
"So..." Sasha said tentatively between breaths. "You're... alright, then?"
"Not until you fuck me, I'm not."
Sasha's eyes widened. He'd never seen her so intense like this.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice low. She pressed her body against his, grinding her pelvis into his.
"Uh, w-well, I suppose we could head back to my lab and--"
"Too far. Here is fine."
"Milla, I don't think a closet is the most sanitary place to okay let’s do this." Any attempt to keep his own lust under control vanished abruptly when Milla yanked her suit off, showing her bare body to him. She turned around, leaning against a rack of cleaning supplies on the other well. Sasha, all restraint out the window, grabbed her from behind, and inserted his still erect dick into her.
He didn't know what to expect. He'd been with Milla plenty of times, but this was different. It was a lot more intimate. And it was incredibly hot. He fucked her slowly, his cock gliding in and out of her. She moaned loudly, arching her back. Sasha leaned into her, his chest brushing her back. Sasha could easily detect the pleasure rising up from her mind. He pumped her harder, faster.
"Ahhhhh!" Milla screamed out as the two of them reached their release. Sasha, for his part, only made an awkward noise low in his throat.
The two of them stayed in their awkward position for a second, trying to catch their breaths.
Sasha awkwardly slid out of Milla, making sure to still hold onto her midsection -- she had a habit of collapsing after sex, and he didn't want her going face first into the bucket that had been knocked to the floor by their romp.
"Are you okay?" Sasha asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Milla said. "I'm sorry, that was kind of rough. I don't usually get that out of control."
Sasha smiled. "Well, I'm glad you're okay. I didn't mean to take it too far, either."
Milla laughed at that, then steadied herself on the wall. "I'm fine now, we can go-- oh." She shifted her legs, and a bit of cum dripped down from her vagina. "...Maybe I shouldn't have gone commando today," she said, taking one of the rags that didn't fall from the rack and wiping up underneath her. "It's not really my style."
Sasha nodded. "No, it definitely isn't. But you looked amazing."
"Again, never gonna get tired of hearing you say that. Now let's clean this place up before an intern stumbles in."
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The next day, Hollis called another emergency meeting for the importance of not fucking each other in the storage closets.
They left early that meeting, too.