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The polished mahogany bench felt cool and unyielding beneath her thighs, a stark contrast to the feverish heat building between them as her companion’s leg pressed istently closer. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, deliberate path from her temple, following the elegant curve of her jaw before disappearing into the collar of her crisp, white blouse. The air in the chamber, thick with the scent of old books and anticipation, seemed to hum with a current far more potent than the dry arguments being presented. Her fingers, resting on the wooden ledge, trembled slightly before being covered by a warmer, steadier hand, its thumb stroking a secret rhythm onto her knuckles. Every whispered word exchanged under the guise of legal strategy was a promise, a breath of shared conspiracy that made her skin prickle with awareness. She could feel the weight of a gaze upon her profile, a look so intense it felt like a physical caress, mapping the line of her neck and the part of her lips. The rustle of silk as the other woman shifted sent a shiver straight to her core, a silent testament to the tension coiling deep within her abdomen. In that hallowed space of rules and reason, a different, more primal law was being written with every stolen glance and accidental touch. The gavel’s eventual crack would not signal an end, but a beginning, the release of a flood held back by mere propriety.
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