The Upper Office

[Mephistophelily]

Well, she felt like she'd been drinking, anyway. As soon as he caught her, the smile grew a bit more, looking up at him as he pushed on her back, pulling her in.

A whisper.
She laughed.

"Oh, come on. You're mister tough guy. And you can't keep up with me?" She shrugged, still smirking. "Well... I was kinda running because I thought you were going to kick my ass for picking on you.... So I guess that added a bit more fuel to my fire."

Looking up again, raising an eyebrow, seeing the look in his eyes.
"But- I'm guessing you weren't planning to do that."

 

[Light Ice]

"No." He admitted.

His head shook with a faint emphasis, small, like the moment that they'd found themselves in. And then he was kissing her, all at once. He'd no memory of the decision, of reach for her. For all his certainty, his ability, there was nothing but the feel of her mouth soft against his own and the sweetness that came thereafter.

A moment.

Another.

Deepening, strengthening, until his fingers could slip beneath the hem of her shirt and along the silk of her skin. The small of her back an elegant line, perfect for his strong fingers to spread across and pull her deeper. A tangle of tongues and lips. The scent of her hair as his other hand lifted to push it back from her face.

"I'll kick your ass later." He said. His smile against her mouth was faint.

 

[Mephistophelily]

His simple word had lead to something else, a taste of his lips against hers, sudden and unexpected. And he said he wasn't fast anymore? A shiver, a light coo into his kiss. His fingers against her back, drawing her in, calling for her to give him more.

Comply.

Her hand drifted up, holding the elbow of his arm, the other digging at his side.

His promise for later 'punishment' for her joke made her smile as well, shifting in his grip. "You better keep your word. I like that, y'know."

 

[Light Ice]

She was small. He'd forgotten. Looking down at her, looming close, he took the time he needed to see the shape of her face. Each soft line, gentle slope, gliding into that pretty feature set and expressive eyes that he'd always appreciated in her. Unable to help himself, he kissed her again. Bowed her back some against the strength of him as his mouth devoured her own with a brisk, sudden ferocity.

And then his hand slipped down, rounded her cheek, took hold of the back of her thigh and lifted her. Muscles rippled beneath her fingers. The world swayed briefly in a flicker of her Office's scenes before he set her atop the desk's wooden counter and spread her coltish thighs around the rangy set of his hips.

"Come here." She was already close. He needed her closer.

His hardness was trapped between them, crushed against her core as his mouth found her own for a sharp and sudden instant. Soft hair beneath his fingers wound into the ball of his fist as he pulled her head back, forced it to crane and her eyes to look skyward before his mouth found the nape of her throat.

 

[Mephistophelily]

A weak gasp against him, her legs shaking slightly. This was what happened when you taunted Ice, huh? Evil warfare on his part. A harsh attack of his lips against hers, the heavy hand claiming against her, giving her little chance to even attempt a counterstrike of her own.

Give in. Give up.

The latching of his fingers against her leg drew her up onto the desk, a weak whimper in her throat before he pulled his mouth from hers. She stared at him for a brief moment, nodding numbly. Come- closer- okay.... But-

He tugged, she slipped, her hips resting right at the edge as he braced against her, keeping her from falling off, keeping her from moving away. She could feel him against her, a groan into his kiss as his lips returned. Her hands clutched at the desk's rounded edges, a gasp leaking free as his own fingers clutched her hair and pulled her neck back to allow his mouth free roam.

Her right leg lifted, twining against his upper thigh as best it could, drawing him in that minuscule extra room, the soft moans already coming from her throat as he toyed with her neck.

 

[Light Ice]

They'd a rhythm to them. An easy cadence. All at once she was gliding against him, easing back, arching up until they were crushed together and the heat of her set his length to ache ferociously. His senses reeled, overwhelmed as she invited him in, succumbed as he had when the pursuit began and left him to drink her up as she let that lean little leg hug the corded stretch of his thigh. She was beautiful. Soft. All at once the desire to drag his fingers across her skin overwhelmed him and her top became a hated hurtle.

He dragged it up, felt it catch along the bottom of her bra and the full swell of her breasts, and tugged it until it came free and his mouth had to abandon her throat.

"You're wearing too much clothes." Humor touched his voice. Impatient, masculine, wanton humor as his mouth found the soft line of her shoulder.

He leaned back from her and worked his buttons opened, dragged the shirt away and abandoned it along with her own.

"I like you like that." He confessed.

It was rare for him to be talkative. But it'd been a long time and he'd forgotten the many little reasons that made her one of his favorites. She was a sultry little vision seated on the desk before him, bra-clad. It was impulsive to drag the back of his knuckles up her bare ribs, across her breast, and over her collar.

 

[Mephistophelily]

He let go. She didn't.

The complaint on her being overdressed brought about another smile, looking up at him for a moment before her sight was blocked briefly by her own shirt, helping to peel it free before watching as he earnestly shed his own.

Her leg cricked about him still, the other dragging against his opposing. Her heel pressed into the back of his calf briefly, quirking an eyebrow up at him as he spoke again. "Hm. Half naked and wrapped around you...? How shocking."

She started to laugh, the sound replaced by a gentle moan as he slid his hands against her, his exploring setting off a thrill inside her as he moved, her hips rocking on the desk and pressing her against him. Her legs pulled, moving her closer still, pressing herself against those hands, her body against his.

Another smirk.

 

[Light Ice]

There was so much of her to relearn. Soft skin. A gentle curve, the slope of her collar, a full breast. Her bra was a pesky thing. His lips trailed beside the strap and across her shoulder, ran upward. A grazing touch. His breath warming her neckline before her legs tightened around his hips and she arched into him. Bolts of need ripped through him, tore across every synapse, left his prick aching ferociously in the denim of his jeans.

"Fuck." He whispered. His breath suddenly ragged again.

He bit her ear. Hard.

And his hands worked at the fasten of her own jeans, split them open with the electric buzz of the zipper's teeth before his fingers dipped down to hook the waist. Again, he pulled from her. Reluctant this time, determined only as he began to peel the fabric from her hips and down her long legs. Her panties went with them, deviously snagged along the way. Sneakers and socks fell to the ground beside his feet, her jeans tossed aside in a ruffled pile on the floor.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Pantings and gasps, whispered words of irrelevance slipping out as his lips and hands explored, leaving her near begging verbally as her body begged in motions. A hand left the desk's safety line, clutching his shoulder for a brief moment as her eyes locked closed.

Was that word uttered in awe... Or in demand?

"Yes," she hissed, replying to both, kicking her legs slightly to aid in removal as his fingers fought down the zipper. Damn clothes, damn bra, damn desk- wait, that was helping-

Her body bared to him, sprawled on the desk, staring up, her lips parted and eyes full of need.
Her legs wanted to hold him again, flesh to flesh, draw him in, hold him close.

"C'mon... Icey-poo."
A quick flash of a smirk.
"Maybe if I piss you off again.... You'll have more fun."

 

[Light Ice]

He reached for her.

Wasn't it always that way? All at once there were soft thighs stretching under his fingers, spread wide, a primal invitation. She was speaking. The words soft and sharp in the labored silence of the office. His eyes raked over her in shameless appreciation, masculine in how they lingered on her throat. Her eyes. Her breasts, belly, hips.

And then she said it.

That.

And the hands on her rounded hips turned hard and unrelenting, twisting her over until she was up on her little toes and bent prettily over the desk's edge. She was nothing to move. So small. Light in his big hands.

He noticed her smile slip just a little.

-SMACK-!

The force of his palm striking her backside was sudden. It arced down and rocked her forward. The other hand cinched her waist and kept her pinned before him, cheeks heaving under the impacts that followed.

-SMACK SMACK SMACK!-

But he needed her. Now. His jeans were pressed down and he kicked them free, length swaying heavily before him as he nudged her little ankles wide. Slick, soft wet kissed the wide crown of his prick as he urged it against her. The spread of her petals welcoming him.

The hand that'd been abusing her gorgeous backside found her hair, cinched tight and pulled roughly back to forge her spine into an elegant bow.

And he took her. Hard. Hard enough to trap her against the desk and his rangy hips, filling her to the hilt on his length and burying himself into the slick, wet grasp of her tight sheath.

 

[Mephistophelily]

The smirk vanished as soon as his eyes narrowed.
Crap. Bad move.

Flipped with little effort, her chest pressed into the wood, her rear high and exposed before she had a chance to even try t-

"Gah!" First strike.
"I was- Fuck!" Second.
Third, fourth, fifth.

No more cries to interject. Just yelps that crossed pain/pleasure's doorway, clutching the desk and somehow managing a laugh in the end, even with her burning flesh still holding his print.

The sound of his jeans moving, his belt clammering to the thin carpeting. His heat behind her, the sound of his breath...
His hand-

She cried out as he clutched, his entry made. Her hips rose as her toes dug into the floor, back arching higher. The hand at her side held fingertips into her flesh as he thrusted, another high moan leaving her as he pressed further still.

Her hands claimed that desk, clutching for life itself as she groaned once more, gliding her form back against him.

 

[Light Ice]

This was effortless between them. The tempo made sharp and sure. He drove hard, pounded at her, relentlessly dragged his hips back before driving them forward. Each stroke pushed her up on pretty painted toes, made her little fingers clutch at his hand and wrist, and tore his breath from him in sharp, ragged gasps. Sensations rolled through him, heady, overwhelming. His muscles bristling against the feel of her body yielding to his, taking him deep.

The hot, wet friction of their fuck.

Beneath him she was a vision. Soft cheeks heaving, back arched, her hair balled in his fist and her neck a graceful, stretched line.

"Fuck." He growled again.

They'd played this game a long while ago. The slick glide of his length as it filled her, impaled her entirely, struck deep and bottomed out before retreating only to do it again - soon her hips rocking back put him where she wanted him, made him stroke against her walls in a way that had her rippling around him.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Gnnn... God... Th... This is what I get f-for picking on you?"
Words gasped between groans, panted syllables that changed pitch with his thrusts; hard, forceful, pressing her into the desk and pinning her with his hips.

Like an animal. Primal. Driven.
The hunter on prey.
The word snarled again, as if confirming he'd gotten as wanted. How he made her pay for the reference, made her stop.

It was working.

His efforts rocked the desk, her form a cushion between him and unfortunate splinters in horrible places; a padding of shuddering, moaning flesh that was nearing its heights of bliss.

Her turn.
"Fffuck..."

 

[Light Ice]

No, not like this.

He pulled from her. His length swaying wetly, shining in the light. This was one last chance to admire her like this. Bent over. Sultry. Wanton. She is so small, her skin so soft, he lifts her again and twists her around. They will end as they began, her legs curled around his hips. Her backside perched on the desk's smooth edge.

In an instant he's reclaimed what he'd abandoned. The thrust is hard, rocks her little body, sounds the clap of skin on skin. They are both driving towards the end now and he leans forward, hooks her knees in the crook of his rugged arms with his palms upon the desk's cool surface beside her hips.

His eyes rake shamelessly across the heave of her breasts, her graceful throat. Then, holding, he finds her eyes. Looking into them as he races towards the end. The tightness in his belly already spreading, warmth and tension familiar as he strains. Taking her in the dark. Filling her to the hilt with his hard length.

She'd do well to run on him more often.

 

[Mephistophelily]

A whine of frustration as he took away, near collapse to the desk before his arms readjust, guiding to her original place- visable, open to him. Her legs eagerly take their newfound favorite spot on him, curling around his thighs, drawing them together, the aching tearing NEED demanding it be satisfied.

In seconds, he's back. Her voice echoes in the darkness, a howl of pleasure as her head falls back, the feel of him driving deep spurring her noise. The motions of her hips, trying so hard for relief, for contact, everything, anything, god- more- now-

He grabbed her legs, twisting his arms about them, reangling between them.
"Nnnnagh! Fuuuck!"
The words broken, rattled from her lips as she clenches her fists, breaths lost in her attempts to breathe. A pulsing, writhing body, wrapped around him, lost in her own sea of stars and bliss.

 

[Light Ice]

It comes on him on the edge of hers, following the wave that crashes across her and pushes him over. Around him her body ripples with feminine need, taking what it needs, tearing at his resolve until it snaps and he is lost with her. The last thrust is a deep one, hard, forcing his thick length to drive deep amidst the vice-like clench of her body around him.

And then he pulls free, leaves her empty, and lays the smooth column of his length atop her sex as the sensations overtake him.

He cums hard. A thick jet leaps from the thick, wide crown of his length and arcs in the air between them. It splashes across her breast and collar, her belly. Another. Another. Thick, creamy ropes that paint her gorgeous skin.

With panted breathes he reaches for her, finds the back of her neck in his broad palm and pulls her mouth to his for a kiss. Her legs left to coil around him.

"Brat." He manages. The smile is small against her mouth.

 

[Mephistophelily]

It takes a bit to come down from it, feeling him move, adjust- release
Warmth on her skin... His labored breaths, his halting motion. The sound around her.

And her own light giggles.
Damn the giggles...

His hand brings her back, drawing her up, giving her another meeting with his lips. A thank you of het own comes as she deepens her part to it, a hand resting on his chest briefly before he pulls away.

Ohhh.

"I've.... Been called worse."

 

[Mephistophelily]

I like pretty things.
But I also like silly things.
And naughty things.

*stands in the middle of her office, hands on her hips and frowning*

I should do a little redecorating for valentine's day.

 

[Mephistophelily]

For starters...

*puts up some... Special cookies*

Shouldn't decorate these with a distracted mind next time...

 

[Mister J]

*puts up some... Special cookies*

*steals*

 

[Mephistophelily]

Cookie thieeeef!!

*tackles him and punishes him with kisses on the back of his neck*

 

[Mister J]

Cookie thieeeef!!

*tackles him and punishes him with kisses on the back of his neck*

*shivers*

NoooOOOOoooOOOooOoOooooo faaaaiiiirrrrrr....

 

[Mephistophelily]

stops briefly, rolling her eyes*
Silly man, when do I ever play fair?

*tickles his sides*
I learned it from yooou!

 

[Mephistophelily]

*leaves the tray of cremefilled cupcakes no one came over to eat last night on her desk*

 

[Mister J]

stops briefly, rolling her eyes*
Silly man, when do I ever play fair?

*tickles his sides*
I learned it from yooou!

Darn, why am I such a good teacher? Curse meeeeee!

*leaves the tray of cremefilled cupcakes no one came over to eat last night on her desk*

*steals*