Vial stepped out of the lab, his steps slow and thoughtful as he wandered into the hallway. The memory of Shia still lingered on his skin — her warmth, her presence. A subtle smile tugged at his lips.
He made his way to the elevator, pressing the button casually. The doors opened with a soft chime — but before he could step inside, someone called out.
"Vial!"
He turned and saw Celeste hurrying down the corridor, her eyes wide, cheeks slightly pink. Her breath caught up with her as she reached him.
"Hey," she said with a small smile.
"Hey," he replied, stepping aside to let her in.
They entered the elevator together.
"Where are you going?" Celeste asked as the doors closed.
Vial shrugged and laughed lightly. "I don't even know."
Celeste let out a quiet sigh. "Really?" She paused, her voice softening. "What about Shia?"
"She's still in the lab," he answered casually. "I just left her a little while ago."
Celeste's lips twitched into a smile she couldn't hide. Before she could say anything else, the elevator dinged again. The doors opened.
Without hesitation, she took Vial's hand.
"Come with me."
"Huh? Where are we going?" he asked, surprised.
"Somewhere quiet," she said without looking back.
She led him down the hallway and opened an unmarked door. Inside was a small, clean room — a simple couch, a coffee table, and a wall-mounted TV. It looked like a private break room meant for staff, quiet and undisturbed.
Vial entered slowly, looking around. "Celeste… what is this place?"
She closed the door and locked it.
He immediately tensed up. "Is something wrong?"
Celeste turned to face him, her voice hesitant. "The other day… I saw what happened between you and Shia. At your room."
Vial choked slightly. "You what—?"
"I didn't mean to," she said quickly. "But I did."
Then she looked directly at him, her cheeks flushed but her eyes steady. "I can do it too. What she did. If… if you'll do it with me."
Vial stared at her. "Celeste… that's not something just anyone can do."
Her voice softened. "I'm not just anyone."
She looked like she was trying hard to keep herself from trembling.
He took a breath, torn. He couldn't ignore the ache in her voice. "Are you really sure you want this?"
Celeste nodded. "Yes."
He hesitated — then said, "We can take it slow. Spend some more time before we do anything—"
"No…" she cut in, her voice firmer this time. "I'm allowed to leave tomorrow. I'll be going back to my place. I want to do it now."
She stepped closer, eyes locked on his. "Please…"
Vial looked at her — and he saw it again, that deep sincerity. That longing.
He sighed softly and gently guided her toward the couch. They sat side by side. The silence stretched between them, thick with anticipation.
The air felt hot. Neither of them spoke.
Finally, Vial glanced at her. "Are you really sure—"
"I can't take it anymore," Celeste blurted.
Before he could react, she lunged forward. The momentum pushed him back into the couch, his back resting fully against the cushions while she straddled him and kissed him — or rather, licked him, her inexperience showing.
Vial let out a laugh through his surprise. "What… what was that?"
Celeste pouted. "Don't laugh…"
"You're awful at this," he teased, smirking.
"Then teach me," she said quietly — and leaned in again, eyes hopeful.
Vial didn't answer right away.
Instead, he reached up, cupped her face gently, and pulled her in — slower this time. Their lips met in a kiss that wasn't rushed, wasn't messy. It was patient. Meaningful.
Their kiss deepened — or at least tried to.
Celeste kept biting Vial's tongue accidentally, her rhythm clumsy and unsure.
"Ow— hey, careful," Vial winced mid-kiss, leaning back slightly. "That's my tongue, not a chew toy."
Celeste frowned, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to—"
Vial laughed gently. "You're terrible at this."
"I said I was new at it," she grumbled, then narrowed her eyes as if determined to prove something. "Fine. I'll try something else."
Before he could ask what she meant, she moved down, kissing his jaw, then his neck. Her teeth lightly grazed him — and then bit. Not painfully, but firm enough to leave a mark.
"Hey—" Vial started, but stopped as her warm lips trailed the spot she bit. The sting faded into tingling heat.
She kept going, kissing and marking him, leaving faint traces of herself on his skin.
Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. She didn't stop there — her fingers moved to his waistband, unzipping his pants with a determined flick.
"Celeste—" he started, surprised.
But she was already taking off her own blouse and undoing her bra. When the fabric slipped off, her breasts spilled out — full, round, almost too much for the modest bra she'd worn.
Vial blinked, caught off guard. "They're… bigger than I thought."
Celeste tilted her head. "You like them?"
He didn't answer, just stared — and she grinned, mischief lighting up her eyes.
Then, as she leaned down, lips brushing lower, Vial froze.
His mind raced. 'She couldn't even kiss properly… if she tries to suck me, I might not survive it.'
"Wait—" he said quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Celeste looked up at him, confused. "Are you scared I'll bite you again?" She pouted. "I'll be gentle, I promise."
Vial gave her a skeptical look.
She paused… then smiled. "Okay, then… maybe this will work better."
To his surprise, she pushed her chest together and slowly slid herself around his cock— her soft skin pressing against his shaft, enclosing him in warmth.
Vial gasped, eyes widening. "Celeste…"
She raised her brow proudly. "Better?"
"…Yeah," he breathed, a grin tugging at his lips.
Celeste lit up. "Really?"
"Well, with those," he said, eyeing her chest, "you've definitely got an advantage."
She giggled — a real, delighted sound — and kept going, her confidence building with every reaction Vial gave.