Tissaia contemplated them words in silence. She knew she couldn't argue with the girl and she certainly didn't want to hurt her feelings. She agreed with a small nod and eventually leaned forward, her body tensed, a shooting pain flaring at the base of her spine making her body turn rigid.
She only then realised that it wasn't just the two of them, in the room yes, but the next room over however, she could see Rita looking over at them with a slight concerned and amused look, Tissaia couldn't tell which one took presidence. She lifted her hand up to a small button underneath her desk and clicked it in, the glass tinting to a soft grey that blocked out the transparency, they couldn't see out, and others couldn't see in.
"You don't know me." Tissaia said slowly, the warm hands embracing her shoulders, and that gentle but firm squeeze on her shoulders encouraging her had all but slowed down her ability to think, though she was still very aware of the control she held on the situation. Yennefer laughed gently, seeing her leaning forward as permission, she gently glided her hands down the older woman's back, fingertips and palms igniting under the soft silk of the shirt and the inviting warmth of body heat. "But I do." She whispered back. "I may not have known you long Tissaia, but I know you, you were..." She trailed off, she didn't need to know about her past, not yet, it was too soon, and they weren't exactly friends either.
"I know you hide pain, I know that you pretend you don't care what people say about you. You said it, you're human, you mused at the idea of Stregobor getting a chair thrown at him, you laughed, you smiled, I know you like control, the same way you sometimes like to be alone, you've a hidden button under your desk for privacy, something close to you, something secure and safe, control." She paused for a moment to allow her thoughts to catch up. Thinking was quite hard at the moment as her fingers tenderly started to massage the middle of her boss' back, thumbs digging in gently and palms circling it. "Control..." She pressed on, voice a little more confident, how was it that she felt more nervous sat outside at that desk than she did while she was in her office and touching her.
"The same reason why you disabled that awful ticking noise in the clock, you need to concentrate, to have focus." Yennefer breathed gently, at some point, her own body had leaned down some, her lips just hovering above the woman's head and her own breasts being dangerously close to pressing against the back of Tissaia's head. She straightened back up and cleared her throat, deciding just to focus on helping the woman.
Tissaia closed her eyes, the room was heating up, the tension she felt when this woman was so close to her was impalpable. She let out a satisfied and curious hum as to what Yennefer said but denied the girl and answer. She let herself enjoy the care, however little. "Lower." She whispered quietly, her back already having eased some. Despite the fact she knew that the minute she leaned back on the chair again her back would start to hurt again, she didn't say anything and she let Yennefer feel like she was helping.
Yennefers hands paused a moment at Tissaia's soft instruction, she gulped and looked down, her hands slowly moved down to the bottom of her back, fingers tracing the side of her boss' ribcage as she went, eventually settling on her waist before she moved to either side of her spine and repeated the earlier process. That one word alone from Tissaia had made Yennefer braver. She took a step closer, eyes cast downwards at the woman sat in front of her, at this angle, she had a respectable view down the woman's shirt, only undone two buttons but she could see the beginnings of full soft cleavge.
She didn't try to hide it, the woman was attractive as hell, exactly her type and it was hard to not check her out. She spent a few more moments in silence, hands working into her back, fingers desperately wanting to reach slightly into the back of the jeans and untug the shirt so it would feel better, so she could perhaps feel the woman's skin...but she stopped herself. "That...that should be better for you?" She managed to finally stutter out as she took a step back.
Tissaia sighed at the loss of contact, the constant comfort of having her back massaged had quickly become a welcoming feeling for her, and now it was gone. "Yes. Thank you, though you really didn't need to concern yourself with it." She said, her tone almost dismissive once again. "That will be all." She said and she picked up her pen once again.
Yennefer chewed nervously on her lip, the old Tissaia was coming back, she wasn't sure if she had just massively overstepped a mark seeing how quick she became unbothered by the interaction. "You're welcome." Was all she replied. She gave a small nod and slowly backed away from Tissaia and the chair, blinking at her for a few seconds before she turned and managed to force her feet to shuffle forward a few steps. She paused by the door and reached out to grab the handle, mind tirelessly worrying that she'd upset Tissaia or somehow disrespected her. But then a voice cut through the awkward silence.
"I only hope that you continue to settle in well...and by now, perhaps...I could give you some helpful inside tricks that I've learned to help you?" Tissaia offered, eyes fixed to the book open on her desk, pen now finally moving along the page in a quick succession of strokes, Tissaia was now back in control, Yennefer noted. Yennefer smiled politely. "That...would be nice..." She said and turned for the door again but stopped dead in her tracks hearing what Tissaia said next.
"Granted that I get something in return." Tissaia said.
Yennefers head turned sideways and looked at the woman who'd not even glanced up from the page. She smiled a little bit, her teasing side coming back out knowing that Tissaia secretly had a small tolerance for it now and again. "Yeah? And what would that be?" She jokingly asked..
The single word that left her boss' mouth had the grin drop from her face the moment she realised that Tissaia was being deadly serious, if her tone wasn't enough, the eyes that now seriously stared into hers were the other indication. She just stood frozen by the door, not sure how to react, or how to ignore the pulling in her stomach. Her mind just kept replaying the same word over and over again in her mind so much that she thought that her brain had short-circuited.
"You"