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“Holtzmann, I-” Erin stopped in her tracks, her eyes going wide as she stumbled back behind the doorframe. It was after hours, but Holtzmann didn’t have after hours. She’d hoped she’d stumble upon her in the lab before she went off to the informal physicist Thursday night meetings she somehow ended up going to more often than not, but this time-
This was unexpected. And horny. Really, utterly horny. She felt glued to the floor, but instead of fear that tingled through her veins this time, it was arousal. Maybe in another world she would have categorised it, quantified it, but instead all she had in her was to stare.
Holtzmann was balanced back on the rear two legs of her chair, boots up on her desk, and had one hand shoved down the front of her greying overalls. Her blonde curls were a mess as she panted, somehow maintaining her balance in the precarious situation, and her yellow crop top had bunched up at the side to reveal a tantalising flash of underboob.
“Shit-” Holtzmann hissed, through clenched teeth, as her fingers absolutely hit the spot.
Erin, finding her feet, stumbled back around the wall, cheeks burning, and proceeded to trip over several wires and a car battery, splaying out heavily across the floor in a way that was utterly unsubtle and very loud.
Well. Shit.