Chapter 4: Identity and Heavy Rain

“I’ll start over here.”

It was past closing time at the extra-quiet library, and Naari stayed late. She was fixing a mess her coworker claimed was caused by a large man knocking over a few shelves. Sven knew it was the coworker herself using infant-level detective skills, but Naari was too trusting and gullible. Naari accepted his offer to volunteer his cleaning skills.

“Sounds satisfactory. I shall proceed to fix the other side,” Naari said before vanishing behind some toppled shelves.

After quickly organizing his half, Sven peeked behind a shelf to see Naari’s progress. She’d put her hair down, which was a rare sight to see. With strong instincts, Naari noticed her boyfriend’s presence. She shied away and fixed her hair.

“Your work will be hindered if you continue to ogle me,” Naari explained.

“I finished my side. You’re slacking. I’ll get you some coffee.”

“I would appreciate it.” After a few minutes of precise organizing, Sven handed her a fresh brew. “Thank you,” Naari smiled, sipping on the dark bitter goodness. “I never asked you before, but do you have any siblings?”

With a knot in his chest, he kneeled and cleaned Naari’s section absentmindedly. “Yeah. Loads. Mostly sisters. I’m the third eldest. I know you told me you have a younger brother and older sister.?”

Naari also had a knot in her chest. “Yes. Just two. Only two. Two.”

“I get it. Two. What do they do?”

“My sister is a businesswoman in Grand City, and my brother is still in college. What work do your family members dabble into?”

“We, uh, have a niche family business.”

Naari became excited for more info. “Intriguing. What is said niche.” Naari batted her shining orange eyes.

“International waste disposal,” Sven spouted quickly. “It’s not very interesting, and I didn’t care for it. My eldest brother got out, and I followed his lead.”

Naari found it beyond fascinating, but she said, “Graphic design is a far more ... interesting career, I imagine. What did your brother end up doing?”

“He became an officer of the law,” Sven explained with a smirk. “He preferred saving lives rather than—are you hungry? I am.”

Naari shook her head. “I beyond guarantee that he is a stupendous officer.”

“The best.” Then Sven remembered his lack of anything edible. “Unfortunately, I forgot food.”

“I have a sandwich I never ate. You may have it,” Naari offered as she put the last book on the final shelf.”

“I’ll consider it my payment for the night, boss,” Sven chuckled. He was handed a flat sandwich shortly after.

“I-I must have sat on it.” Naari laughed awkwardly. “Sorry.”

“Still edible,” Sven said. While they walked the library, he consumed the bland-wich. No taste at all.

“I wish to run the hour out, so I’ll do some work in my office. Y-You can join me if you are not ready to leave yet,” Naari suggested.

“Sorry, Dork. I have to get up early.”

“Okay.” Naari understood but still let a frown peak out.

Sven grabbed his coat limply hanging over a chair. Outside, the wind was vicious and nearly knocked his scrawny frame over. His face would have been shredded if he walked through that. He returned to Naari, who was in her office. She peered up from her computer with a pen perched on her ear, lips parted with curiosity.

“I couldn’t depart from your beauty just yet,” Sven said unconvincingly.

“Aww,” Naari gushed. “That’s comparable to sugar. But I’m positive it’s from the storm hitting.”

“Yes, it is, yes.” Sven sat down.

“I could give you a ride home.”

“Nah.” Sven dreamed at the ceiling and tapped on his skull. “Do you remember when we first met?”

Naari’s face twisted then frowned. “I can’t, sorry.”

“Ya, me neither,” Sven muttered dryly. His eyes snapped shut. “Smells so fruity in here. You must just exhale fruitiness because it seems to follow you.” He heard the door shut, then a click. He peered over, puzzled. Naari had purple eyes and a seductive grin.

“Since you can’t go anywhere, I should reward you for helping me tonight,” Naari soothed in a deeper voice. “I studied that periodically rewarding one another physically builds a strong relationship.”

Before Sven could comment, Naari straddled his lap and squeezed her breasts together. She aggressively sucked his lips and rubbed against him. She humped his crotch, and her lips and clit rubbed against her underwear. In turn, Sven’s cock head was pressing against his girlfriend’s pussy through layers of clothing. It was challenging to do while living such bliss, but Sven stopped her.

“We shouldn’t do this at your workplace.” Sven glanced past her at a window next to the door. “Even if we are alone here.”

“I wish you would stop calling me that.” Naari scowled and dismounted.

“What? What did I call you? Dork? Does it bother you?” Sven stood, palms raised outward.