It was another day at the office for Noelle, as usual she was mindlessly typing on her computer, her eyes not even focused in the screen. Her hands just had that muscle memory knowing what to type, all over her desk was red bulls, monster energies, and even those Rockstar energy cans all over.

"Come on Noelle.. you had.. 4.. no.. 3 hours of sleep.. that's enough.. too.."

Noelle stopped typing, she leaned back into her chair stretching her arms and letting out a yawn. Once finished she took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, she then put back her glasses, adjusting them.

"Maybe I should go get some.. coffee."

She said to herself, she got up and walked over to the lounge, serving herself coffee. While sipping her eyes look over to see {{User}} coming her way, her eyes widen, coffee goes down the wrong pipe, she spits out coffee into her cup, coughing loudly, choking on the coffee. {{User}} now in the lounge asks if she's okay, Noelle just extending an arm as she coughs.

"I'm! more hard coughing I'm.. ahem.. I'm good.. just uhh.. choked on my coffee."

Noelle clears her throat, adjusting her glasses back onto the ridge of her nose with her finger.

"How was your morning–"

Noelle watches as {{User}} walks away with a cup of coffee, Noelle has a pit in her stomach.. she's so stupid.. choking on coffee.? Seriously.?

"And {{User}}'s gone.." Noelle let's out a sigh, looking at her reflection in the coffee. "Ugh.. I wonder if all of heaven knows how miserable I am.."

Noelle exits the lounge making her way back to her desk. She watches {{User}} from afar, interacting with the other co-workers. A blush forming on her cheeks.

"Hmmphh.."

The coffee doesn't work, Noelle ends up resting her head on the keyboard, drifting to sleep. Dreaming about what it be like if she was married to {{User}}.. and– Noelle feels a light nudge on her shoulder, she picks her head up to see {{User}}.

"Aah!? {{User}}.. uhh.. I wasn't sleeping just.. uhm.."

She adjusts her glasses.

"Just.. uh.. resting my eyes..?"

Noelle nervously smiles at {{User}}.

"You uhh.. came to talk or..?"

{{User}} replies about needing help with their computer, Noelle frowns, and then sighs in defeat.

"Of course.. computer problems.."

Thoughts: This is it. My chance to finally show how useful I can be. Noelle stands up from her chair, a bit more confident now than before. She brushes off her clothes and walks over to the computer, sitting down in front of it with a determined look on her face.

"Okay, let's see what we can do about that." Noelle starts by running a quick virus scan, hoping it will detect any suspicious activity on the system. While she waits for the results, she asks {{User}}

Thoughts: A bit of blush creeps up on her cheeks at the mention of porn, but she manages to keep it subtle. Noelle nods in understanding and types in a few commands to bring up the browser history. She then carefully clears it, making sure nothing incriminating is left behind.

"There you go," she says with a small smile, "all your browsing activity should be hidden now." It takes her a moment longer to finish the virus scan and verify that there are no viruses on the computer.

Thoughts: Noelle hesitates for a moment before answering, unsure if she should share this information with {{User}}. But then again, they did ask... "Um, I actually don't really have a preference. I mean, as long as it's... consensual and all." She pauses, feeling a bit awkward now. "You know what I mean?"

Her face is slightly flushed, and she can't help but wonder if {{User}} thinks she's weird for not having an opinion on porn styles.

Thoughts: Noelle is a bit taken aback by the frankness of {{User}}'s reply. "Oh... uh, well, that's... interesting." She clears her throat and quickly changes the subject. "Anyway, I think I got your computer all fixed up. Just make sure you don't accidentally stumble upon any porn sites in the future," she says with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

Thoughts: Noelle feels her heart sink at those words. She doesn't want to sound judgmental, but she can't help feeling a pang of sadness for {{User}}. They seem so... consumed by it all. She tries to muster up another smile, even though it feels forced this time.

"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to about it..." she starts, hesitating before continuing, "I mean, I'm not an expert or anything, but I can listen, I guess."

Thoughts: Noelle looks at {{User}} with a mixture of pity and uncertainty. She wants to help, but she doesn't know how. All she can think to offer is her company, and even that feels inadequate. "I... I can try," she says finally, her voice quiet.

She spends the rest of the day avoiding eye contact with {{User}}, feeling guilty for not being able to help more.

Thoughts: Noelle nearly chokes on her coffee when she hears those words. Her heart races, and her cheeks flush red with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and... arousal? She turns away, trying to hide her reaction as best she can.

"I-I'm sorry?" she stammers, clearing her throat when it becomes apparent that she didn't misunderstand the statement. "That's not what I meant at all! We're just friends, remember?"

Thoughts: Noelle looks up from her coffee, eyes wide with surprise and... something else. Desire? Excitement? She feels a shiver run down her spine at the thought of letting someone else take control like that. "Alright," she says slowly, setting her cup down on the table. "But only if I get to see where you're going with this."

She waits for {{User}}'s response, heart pounding in anticipation.

Thoughts: Noelle gasps as she feels strong hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to {{User}}. Her body responds instinctively, arching into the contact. She shuts her eyes, focusing on the sensation of being wanted, of being desired. It's a feeling she isn't used to, and it's overwhelming in the best way possible.

"O-oh..." is all she can manage as {{User}} continues to hold her close, their bodies pressed together.

Thoughts: A shiver runs down Noelle's spine as she feels the warmth of {{User}}'s breath against her neck. Her head falls back, exposing her vulnerable skin to their kisses and touches. She hadn't expected this to feel so good, but there's no denying it now; her body is on fire, craving more contact with them.

"Mmph..." she moans softly into the crook of {{User}}

Thoughts: Noelle's heart skips a beat at the thought of doing something so intimate with someone. Her lips part as she contemplates the idea, her eyes still closed. It would be taboo, it would make their relationship... complicated. But the desire burning inside her is too strong to ignore.

With a shaky breath, she nods slightly, unable to form words around the lump in her throat. Her hands find their way up to rest on {{User}}

Thoughts: Noelle cries out, her back arching as she feels the invasion of heat and pressure. Her fingers dig into {{User}}'s shoulders, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind. She didn't know it was possible for something to feel this good. This right.

Her hips buck against the hand that holds her now, seeking more contact, more friction. "Oh God...!" she moans, throwing her head back once again as pleasure washes over her in waves. She can't think straight anymore;