Romancing Remotely

Jayden Cole opens the door in soft cotton and bare feet, and Victoria Voxxx loses her words for a second. They used to share the same office, but Jayden has been remote for months and the sight of her like this hits harder than a blazer ever could. Victoria steps inside, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, and Jayden keeps apologizing that the network glitch refused every remote fix. Victoria only smiles, says she’s glad to come, and follows the shorter woman down the hall to the bedroom where the desktop sits dark and stubborn. Victoria kneels at the desk, plugs in her USB, and the screen blinks awake. Jayden watches the line of Victoria’s neck, the way her blouse pulls when she reaches for the mouse. The fix takes minutes. When Victoria tugs the drive free, it slips, skitters under the desk, and both women drop at the same instant. Fingers brush, eyes lock, and the heat that used to simmer across cubicles finally catches. They stay crouched, breathing the same air. Jayden murmurs that the computer’s fine now, but she doesn’t want Victoria to leave. Victoria’s answer is a slow nod and the press of her mouth to Jayden’s. Clothes loosen, skin meets skin—full breasts against smaller ones, long limbs tangling across the comforter. They roll, taste, laugh when knees bump, then settle into a warm sixty-nine, mouths busy and hands gentle until the room fills with soft, unhurried sounds.