Hanji manages to return to her own office in record timing, she thinks. "Wow, just wow," she mutters excitedly to herself, locking her door. She hadn't expected that kind of reaction to her elixir, and now… and now…

Hanji travels around her desk and flops into her plush office chair, one of the few luxuries she has and enjoys. Her mostly blank clipboard clatters to the desk. Hanji's eyes had been glued to Eren and Armin as the results of her experiment had unfolded in front of her. Hanji had been able to observe each side effect - raised temperature, dizziness, flushed skin, lowered inhibitions.

Shakily, she undoes the button of her slacks and slips her hand inside. She's not sure how she kept it together long enough to see the test through; by the end her nipples were pressing stiff against her bra and her panties were soaked through. It's still wet there and it's easy for Hanji to slip fingers inside of herself, the heel of her hand pressing against her clit.

With her other hand she pops the first few buttons of her shirt and slides her fingers into her bra. A fresh surge of wetness comes forth when she twists a nipple. No, she had no idea things would turn out quite like that.

The voices of her subordinates echo in her ears as she rocks up against her hand, fingers straining to go deeper inside of her. She's nearly aching with the need for release; she slumps in her chair, splaying her legs wider.

How long has it been? she thinks through the arousal burning its way through her. Too long.

Twisting her nipple between her thumb and index finger, Hanji sucks her lower lip between her teeth to keep back her moan. She squeezes around her fingers and shudders as she comes, pleasure rolling through her in hot waves.

She relaxes into her chair with a satisfied sigh and smiles.

"Time to deal with the aftermath."