#stuart smuts

Coming home on a Friday night was your favorite part of the week. You’d worked hard all week, wearing heels you knew you couldn’t even walk in, staring at a computer screen all day until your eyes were red. You loved Friday nights. You’d always walk in, kicking off your heels before taking your jacket off. The TV would already be on by the time you’d crossed the room, the dent in your couch ready to be sunk into. You’d always stop by the kitchen first, putting away groceries and grabbing yourself the biggest wine glass you could find. You’d eat and clear a bottle of wine before your body told you it was too late to be staying up. You’d climb into bed, tired from the week and fall into sleep, the city bustling around you.  

Until tonight. You loathed her, you loathed the co worker that was leaving so you don’t know why you agreed to coming out for her going away party. “Oh sure, I would love to come!” You had responded, your tone just a tad too eager. She bought your sarcasm, excitedly telling you where to meet and who was going to be there. “So it’s most of the department, some people from sales are going to be there, I'm not sure. We’re going to Miko’s first for some cocktails and then we’re going to hit the clubs. Are you sure you’re up for it? I know you have meetings all day?” She sounded too hopeful, too eager for you to come. “Sure.” You winced, her squeal echoing through the receiver. “Well I’ll meet you there at 7? Are you bringing a date?” You sighed, noting once again how painfully single you were. “No.” You bit back, slightly aggravated at the question. “Oh, I'm so sorry!” She whined as you rolled your eyes, wishing for the phone call to end. “Well maybe you can meet someone tonight, I’ll be your wingwoman- that’s if my hubby doesn’t mind!” She made you want to gag. “Okay, well I’ll see you tonight at seven!” You sighed, rushing the conversation before you hurled the phone at the wall. “Dress to impress!” She rang out as you said bye repeatedly. You groaned as the call clicked off, your head hitting your desk. Tonight was going to be a bundle of fun.  

Standing in front of your mirror you did the final checks, making sure you had your bag and plenty of money. To be fair it was almost too much but you needed to be drunk to deal with her. She was completely insufferable and everyone else that was there would be just as bad. You walked to your kitchen, walking past the dent on your couch, wishing to fill that spot but you just grabbed your wine, having a glass as you waited on your cab. You wish you had put on flats or ideally slippers but you had to ‘dress to impress’. You thought the red skin tight plunge neckline dress you had was almost too much for the occasion but you felt particularly nice in it, no matter how tired you were. You swirled your wine as your phone rang, the cab waiting downstairs. You tottered to your door, already feeling your feet swell. Great. You downed your wine, the kick hitting you as the cold air hit your face. But at least it dulled your sour mood some.  

Miko’s was a real nice place, far fancier than you had thought it would be. It was supposedly the best drinks in town. No wonder Sarah was so demanding when she said dress to impress. You walked through the door, the place packed as you weaved through the crowd. You spotted Sarah, her arm around a gigantic man, clearly twice her height. Oh so that’s her sugar daddy, you thought dryly to yourself as you walked to her. You plastered on a fake smile as you embraced her in a hug, not wanting her to see how much you’d rather be in your dressing gown. She made chit chat as you stood at the bar, your eyes pleading with the bartender as she waffled on. “I’m so glad you could make it tonight! It’s not often that you come out!” She laughed as you smiled. “Yeah, I usually like to spend Friday nights watching shit TV and relaxing but here I am!” You said a bit harsher than you had meant to. Her face dropped before she smiled, her grin spreading across her red cheeks. “Well it means a lot that you came!” She laughed before turning round to her husband. You bit back a smirk, leaning against the bar, your fingers drumming along the bar.  

“You know drumming along the bar is only going to get you served last.” A deep voice spoke from behind you. You laughed, turning to meet the eyes of the deep voiced stranger. Your voice caught in your throat as you drank him in. Whiskey brown eyes stared over you, a smirk on his lips as you turned, your smile widening as you spoke finally. “I used to be a bartender, I know that. I just really need a drink, it’s a bit crowded in here.” You laughed, your eyes taking in his features. His cheekbones were covered in moles, a twinkle in his eyes beneath the thick frames. His lashes were long; almost batting against the glass, his lips pink as he bit back a smile. You don’t know whether it was the heat of the bar, or the wine you had before you got here but he definitely was something. “I don’t like crowds much, they’ve never really been my thing.” He laughed, the sound crackling like electricity in the space between you. He jerked his head, the beanie cladding his brown hair bobbing at the action. “I’m guessing you don’t either?” He asked you, your eyebrows shot up as you answered. “Well it’s not ideal, it’s just easier with a drink.” You laughed, your hand reaching out for his arm as you steadied yourself. You wobbled on your heels, his hands flying out to grab your waist. He caught you before you crashed to the floor. “You sure you haven’t had enough already?” You laughed as his hands smoothed over the curve of your hip. “I only had a few glasses of wine at home before I got here. Maybe I just need something to eat, or maybe I need to sit down.”

You looked around despairingly for a seat, a booth, heck even a box on the ground would be better than standing. “What are you drinking?” He asked, pulling you back towards the bar, his hand never leaving your waist. “Whatever you’re drinking is fine by me.” You blushed, appreciative of his forwardness. You gulped air as his fingers trailed over your dress, the heat of his fingers spreading through your body. “Two glasses of something strong.” He asked the bartender, his gaze turning back to you. “So do you have a name Miss I need a drink?” His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes darkening as they found yours. “Imogen. You are?” He laughed, his hand pulling you closer to him. “I’m Stuart and at this point I'm pretty much your knight in shining armor” You giggled, your body buzzing at his touch. “How will I ever repay you!” He bit his bottom lip, looking away before turning back to whisper in your ear. “Well we’ll see how later, how about you come sit with me?” You nodded, taking his hand as he led you from the bar, to a booth across the room. You recognized the people in the booth, some people you’d seen at work. “Hey everybody, I made a friend!” Stuart exclaimed as you gripped your drink in hand. A guy you vaguely knew as Lyle smiled as the rest of the booth chorused hello’s. “You’re Imogen in marketing right?” He spoke, his brows furrowed. “Yes! You’re Lyle right?” He nodded, a dorky smile crossing his face. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the emails!” He laughed as you took a seat next to Stuart.

He looked baffled as you and Lyle talked, eventually looping Stuart into the conversation. “So you work at Google too?” Stuart asked, his glass pressed against his lips. You nodded, sipping yours, the cool liquid burning your throat. “Going on a year now! I got the internship last year, well my team did. One of them’s actually leaving tonight, that’s why I'm here.” You smiled, Stuart’s eyes roaming over you. “Didn’t peg you for a Googler.” You scoffed, vaguely offended. “And why’s that?” You asked, your body leaning closer to him, your drink making you braver. “Well Googler’s don’t look like you do.” You laughed, moving closer still. “Well I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult!?” He gulped, his mouth hanging open as his eyes trailed over your chest. “Definitely a compliment.” He gripped his glass tighter, raising it to his mouth before downing the liquid. “I need another drink, you need one?” You nodded slowly, your head rolling languidly back as you felt his hands on your thighs. You raised your glass, downing the last of the amber liquid before standing, your footing much more stable than before. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way his eyes were trained on your body. You leant over the table, your chest pressing against your arms as you reached for his glass before sauntering to the bar.  

He followed close behind, his hand finding your wrist. “Look, I think we can come to some sort of agreement on how you owe me for saving your life.” He spoke slowly, his lip catching in his teeth. “If you’re implying what I think you’re implying then I will still owe you for saving my life. Something owed is not usually something someone wants to do. If we’re on the same page, then I'm down if you are.” You licked over your lips, finding his eyes before batting them. “Oh, I’m down.” You smiled as you placed your glasses on the bar. “Now we need to be smart about this. I’ll make my excuses and you follow?” You explained, his eyes wandering over you. “Stuart, attention up here. We need to get out of here, I don’t think what I want to do is really deemed appropriate in public.” You smirked, his eyes widening. “You got it. And it totally is if you’re kinky that way.” You winked at him, his jaw dropping as you walked just past him. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as you heard him mutter. “Who the fuck is this girl?”  

You laughed under your breath as you made your way to the door, Sarah crossing your path. Fuck. She smiled, drink in hand as she stumbled towards you. Classy. “Immieeee! Where are you going? The fun has only just started!” She slurred, her arms reaching for you. You groaned, clutching your stomach. “I don’t feel so great, honestly I think it was maybe something I ate? The tamales at lunch tasted off to me.” Sarah groaned, her own hands clutching at her stomach, her face suddenly pained. “I had the tamales too, oh god.” You nodded sympathetically, your chest heaving. “I just want to go home and let the sickness pass, you understand right?” You asked Sarah, your eyes pleading as you made yourself look as awkward as possible. “Of course hun! You go home, make sure you feel better! We’ll catch up soon!” She spoke softly, her words sluggish as she drank from her spilling glass. “Thanks Sarah, it was a pleasure working with you and all the best for the future!” You lied through your teeth, gritting them as she pulled you in for a sloppy hug. Her drink spilled down your dress and you recoiled. “Night!” You smiled, ignoring the increasingly wet patch on your dress.  

Walking out the front door into the cool air was refreshing. Music still flowed out the door, leaving you less lonely as you waited for Stuart. You weren’t waiting long as the door swung open, his tall frame appearing beside you. “So where to?” He asked, his long fingers adjusting his beanie. You stared at them, your mouth agape. “Back to mine for a drink?” You asked, hailing a cab as it zoomed past the bar. “Sure, I could go for a drink, I'm pretty thirsty.” He spoke dryly, his tongue flickering over his lips as he cast his eyes over the curve of your ass, his lips pouting as he noted the wet patch on your waist. His fingers reached gingerly for the material, trembling as he moved over the material. “Such a waste of a pretty dress. Don’t think it matters though, you won’t be needing it for much longer.” You shivered as the breeze picked up, your lack of a bra noticeable through the thin fabric of your dress. “Well we better get rid of it then.” You winked as the cab pulled over, Stuart reaching for the handle. “Ladies first.” He gestured into the cab, his pose gentlemanly, his eyes burning. “You just want to stare at my ass.” You laughed as he nodded, his tongue flickering over his lips. “I’m glad i’m so transparent. It means I won’t have to ask before I do something.” He smiled as your skin prickled, sliding onto the cool leather of the cab seats.  

“So where to?” The cab driver talked to you as he peeled off from the curb, Stuarts knees pressed against yours. You gave him your address watching Stuarts eyebrows shoot up in confusion. “You live in the same part of the city that I do” He spoke softly as you edged closer to him. “Well at least it will make this easier, if it was too reoccur.” You whispered in his ear, your lips coasting over his skin as you rested your hands on his thighs. You traced patterns in his jeans, the material rough under your fingertips as his breathing hitched in his throat. “You’re planning ahead.” He spoke, his voice shaky as you trailed your hands further up his thighs, your hands playing with the belt loops of his jeans. “Well I took a look at those hands and they won’t disappoint me. That mouth has me weak. So yeah, I'm planning ahead.” You smiled, your eyes flickering over his lips. He moved closer to you still, your bodies almost entwined in the back seat. “That’s more like a googler.” You laughed, your nose knocking his as you breathed him in. Your lips were almost touching, whiskey flavored kisses were almost upon you as the cab stopped, the light illuminating the dark back seat.  

“Here you guys go.” The cabbie turned to you, his eyes holding a blank expression as he looked over your compromising position. You felt his eyes burn into your skin as he took in the expanse of your thigh, your dress riding higher than you felt comfortable with. “Thanks.” You grinned, pulling the fabric down as you wrapped your jacket tighter around your shoulders. Stuart licked over his lips as you got out the car, flipping the driver off as he pulled away. “He sure got an eyeful” Stuart spoke quietly, his arm snaking around your waist as you walked him to your door. “Play your cards right and you’ll get a handful.” Stuart whistled under his breath as you unlocked your door, kicking your heels off the second you were through it. “You really don’t like wearing them huh?” He laughed, looking around your place, his eyes moving over every surface. “I’d rather claw my own eyes out with a rusty spoon but I wear em cause they make me look good.” You laughed, crossing the your living room to get to the kitchen. He followed suit, his jacket hanging by the door. You looked over him, his shirt clinging to his skin as you reached into your fridge. You stored your wine on the bottom shelf, bending over to get it, giving Stuart a great view of your ass. “You don’t need the heels.” He spoke quietly as you turned around, his eyes glued to your body.  

“Oh is that so?” You teased, moving closer to him as you undid the cork on your wine, reaching for two glasses on the shelf behind him. Your body brushed his as you moved past him, your dress moving against your skin in the most delicious way possible. His hands trembled by his side as he reached for the glasses, placing on them side behind you, before walking you back against the counter. His hands wandered over your hips, his fingers smoothing the material beneath them. “Definitely.” He whispered, his mouth dangerously close to yours, his eyes dark as he breathed heavily. You bit your lips as you stood on tiptoe, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands moved further down your hips until they hit your thighs, his fingers gripping you to his body, the hem getting shorter as the gap got closer. He crushed you to him, his lips ghosting across yours as you wrapped your fingers into his hair, ripping the beanie from him. His lips finally pressed against yours, whiskey flavored and warm, an intoxicating mix. You stayed wrapped in each other, your bodies frantic as hands explored every surface of one another. Stuart’s hands smoothed over your ass, his palm resting on the sensitive part on the lower of your back as he pulled his lips from yours finally. Your body was alight, every touch of his setting off a new fire. “I don’t know about you, but I could do with a drink.” You laughed, your face flushed red. “I want a drink of you.” He smirked, his glasses fogged up with your breath. Your lip caught in your teeth as his hands gripped your hips, lifting you onto the counter. You shivered as the cool surface hit your skin, his hot mouth trailing kisses over your neck as he slotted himself between your legs.  

You surged against him as he toyed with the straps of your dress, the material falling away as his mouth moved over your skin. Your neck rolled as his rough fingertips grazed your skin, pants falling from your open mouth. Moans filled the air as his lips kissed over your chest, his tongue flickering over your nipple. He smirked as you grabbed him closer to you, knotting your hands into his hair, his mouth greedy against you. His teeth nipped at you, curses and desperate hands. His hands stayed stoic on your hips, nails digging in, his own need growing against your thigh. “Stuar-” You gasped out as he pressed against you, his hips giving you some sort of friction that you needed. “Yes baby girl?” You pulled him from you, his eyes finding yours as you grabbed his hands. “Do something useful with those hands.” You demanded, your voice cracking as you gasped for air. “Or what?” He played, his eyes widening as you brought his hands to your mouth, your lips closing over his fingers. You rolled your tongue over them eagerly, his eyes fluttering shut. “Or you won’t get to know what that feels like in a place that matters.” You stated matter of factly, his eyes focused on yours. “If my fingers don’t matter then you don’t need them baby girl?” He asked as you pouted, your breath spiking.  

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that.” You whined as he dragged his wet fingers over your thighs, the slickness between your legs getting to levels of need that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Stuart please?” You asked, batting your lashes as his nails raked over the lace of your panties. “I like the sound of my name on your tongue. It’s filthy.” He whispered again, his fingers pressing against your cunt, as you whimpered. “Stuart-” You continued, his fingers pressing again, slowly tracing over your clit, the lace heightening the experience. “Baby, if you carry on, you’re going to be screaming it, not just whimpering it.” His tone was more dominant, his lips tight as he sucked the skin there, his fingers slowing to a standstill. You adjusted yourself, pulling your dress over your head until you were pretty much bare to him, the scraps of lace your only protection from his gaze. He sighed as he looked over you, your lips pushed out in a pout, your legs pulling him closer to you. “Stuaart, please baby.” You sang, your body screaming for relief as you saw something flash behind his eyes. “Well you asked so nicely baby girl.” You smiled, a grin spreading across your face as his fingers pressed against you again, trembling slightly as he held you in place.  

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all for me?” You nodded, his fingers pulling the lace away as you raised your hips. “I can’t hear you.” He said as he climbed to his knees, his glasses low on his nose. “It’s all for you Stuart.” You breathed, his breath fanning over your cunt, a shiver running through your body, making you feel like a live current. “Well I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” he mumbled against your skin, his teeth biting at the skin of your thighs as he peppered kisses until he arrived where you needed him most. You couldn’t speak, barely managing to breathe as he licked over you, lapping against your clit with his tongue. “St-” You choked, your breath catching in your throat as his hands reached over your hips. He drew patterns in your skin, his tongue moving in perfect sync with his hands. Your legs shook as he slowed, taking his time to drag his tongue down your folds before nipping at your clit.  

Curses filled the air, a mesh of moans and silent prayers as he buried himself between your legs. You reached for anything to anchor yourself, your body shaking, chest heaving with every breath. Your fingers slid against Stuarts shirt, clutching the material in your fists as his hands moved over you, his fingers circling your entrance. You bucked towards him, his digits dipping within you as you let a moan fall from your lips. He smiled, groaning against you, the vibrations running through you, your body lit up from the feel of his mouth on you. Your eyes screwed shut as he dipped his fingers again, curling at the knuckle as he scissored them open, massaging your walls. Your head fell back against the cupboard behind you, the sound barely noticed in the moment his fingers started to piston within you. “Stu-” You choked again, your orgasm creeping through your body, his tongue relentlessly drawing patterns your brain couldn’t comprehend. “Let it out baby.” He paused, his hands speeding up as he stood slightly, his lips pressing against your shoulder. “I’m-” He nodded, his thumb circling over your clit as his lips caught yours, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.  

Strangulated cries were muffled as his tongue delved into your mouth, his kiss drowning out your screams as he pressed on, his thumb rolling over your clit with reckless abandon, your legs trembling with every movement. Your head was spinning, the room hot and his body so close to yours as you fell. You spasmed, toes curled as your orgasm crashed over you, static in your mind as your body was overcome with sheer pleasure. Stuart slowed, his thumb stilled as his fingers pulled from you. You collapsed against him, your chest heaving as he pushed you back, his fingers raised to your mouth. “Do you want to taste how delicious you are baby? Truly the best drink in town.” He smirked, the smile quickly fading as you took his fingers in your mouth, licking them clean. You put on a show, your tongue moving over his fingers, his nails almost hitting the back of your throat as you bobbed your head. You pulled from him, only enough to push back, your tongue almost vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips thrusting forwards against your legs as you looked up through your lashes. You pulled from him, his fingers leaving your mouth with a resounding pop.  

You smiled, your eyes dark and hazy as you stood from the counter, your knees wobbling as you lost your footing. Strong arms darted out as he caught you, clutching you to him. “Maybe you should rehydrate yourself. It’s going to be a long night. After that baby girl you’re in for a fucking ride.” Stuart winked, reaching for the bottle behind him. You took it from him, swirling your tongue over the lip of the bottle before taking 4 deep gulps. “No glass?” He raised his brow at you, his hands returning to their place on your hips. “A glass isn’t gonna cut it.” You laughed, still holding the bottle as you walked him through your apartment. “I thought maybe, you needed some fresh air?” You asked as you opened the bay doors to your balcony, his eyes lighting up as you stepped out, the chill in the air setting goosebumps on your burning skin. You sank to your knees, spread out, your fingers playing with the freckles on your hips.

“I swear to god you aren’t even real.” He chuckled, stepping out into the cool air. You wasted no time, only just letting go of the bottle as you reached for his belt loops, pulling him closer to you. He looked down on you as you fumbled with the button on his jeans, his long fingers undoing it with ease. You looked up at him as you drank, your lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle. “You look so much better with something in your mouth baby girl.”  You smiled up at him as you toyed with the waistband of his boxers, your tongue licking over your lips as you pulled them down. Moles smattered his every surface, constellations on his hip bones as you smoothed over them, your fingers tracing over him. He shivered, but not from the cool air on his skin, but rather the touch of your hands on his cock. You took him in your palm, stroking slowly as you gathered the precum from the head of his cock, lapping it up eagerly. “Take it slow baby girl, I’m in no rush?” He cooed as you worked your lips over the head of his cock, his words cut short as he stuttered.  

You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed once more, his cock pressing against the back of your throat. You paused to swallow, your tongue flattening against him. “Don’t forget about your hands baby girl.” He stammered, his words punctuated with moans, his breathing coming fast as he thrust against your mouth. Your hands roamed over your body, your skin prickling with heat from your fingertips. You traced them down your body, rolling your nipples between your fingers, your moans vibrating around his cock. “Go on baby, you can do better than that.” he coaxed as you flickered your eyes up, finding his looking back at yours. You didn’t bat an eye as you moved your hand between your thighs, your fingers circling your clit as you bobbed your head. Stuarts hands laced in your hair, his fingers pulling it from your face into a makeshift pony. You choked on your moans as Stuart thrust, his hips snapping against your mouth. You dipped your fingers between your folds, your hips rolling against your hands as your tongue mimicked the movements. Stuarts grip tightened on your hair as you took him to his base, your lips pulling the skin taut as you slowly released him. You pumped him with your free hand, your fingers tracing over his balls as you rocked your hips, your fingers pumping within you.  

You felt your orgasm creep up on you, the chill in the air had you set ablaze, every nerve shot as the coil in your stomach tighten. Stuarts thrusts became sloppy, his breathing labored as you bobbed your head, sucking him tighter between your lips. “I’m-” You choked, your finger speeding up their rhythm as you drummed against your walls, your tongue flattening against his cock. “I don’t know how long I can last with you like this-” You cut him short, your lips tightening again as you sped up your mouth, working your tongue over him until you felt his cock twitch, hot liquid filling your mouth. Your body was clinging to an edge that was slowly disintegrating. You paused, swallowing thickly as you returned to pumping your fingers, the first waves of your orgasm crashing over you, moans filling the air. You cried out, your hand falling away from your body as you surged forward. Your hair fell in your face, sweat making it cling to your skin as you battled to get your breath back. Stuart bent down, his hands cupping your face as he looked you in the eyes, his glasses fogging up yet again. “We’re not done yet baby girl. Not by a long shot.” He kissed your forehead before his hands wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you to your feet.  

You stood weary, your heart hammering against your ribcage as his hands palmed over your waist, his lips pressing lazy kisses against your collarbones. Your brain was hazy from his kisses and the drinks but his mouth felt like heaven on your cold skin. “You’re freezing. I have something that can warm you up.” He winked as he pulled from you, his shirt coming off his body, revealing a toned torso, dark hair leading to his cock, dark curly and inviting. He shrugged off the material, placing it around your shoulders as you hooked your arms into the soft shirt, grateful for some warmth in the biting cold. “Thank you.” you spoke in a small voice, your throat dry. You reached for the bottle of wine, taking some before offering it to Stuart, his tongue licking over his lips as he took two long gulps. You stood for a minute Stuart’s hands on your body before his lips were on you again, fire’s rekindling from an ember that hadn’t gone out yet. “Think you go for another?” He asked, his fingers tracing over your chest. You nodded, your eyes closing as you lost yourself in his touch. “Are you sure you can?” You repeated back to him, a smirk on your lips as he pressed you back towards the balcony.  

“Of course I can, with you looking like that and having a mouth like yours I could go again and again.” He smiled, a laugh leaving his mouth. “Well then, prove it.” You raised your brow, his hands pushing you away from him. “Turn around and stick that ass out for me baby girl.” He growled, his hands smoothing over your ass. You did as you were told, his hands snaking around your hips as he positioned himself behind you. You held your breath as he teased over you, dipping in before jerking away, his breath loud. You whined, pressing yourself back against him, until he was seated deep within you. He paused for a moment, adjusting himself before he began to thrust, his hips rolling to meet with yours. Your head fell forwards against your chest as he sped up, his nails digging crescent moons into your skin, his mouth sucking dark purple marks into your shoulder blades. Nothing could compare to the feeling of his cock, your hands gripping onto a metal bar as he fucked you till you couldn’t see straight. “Oh god baby, you’re so fucking tight-” He stammered, his hips increasing their speed as he pounded into you. You were a mess of words and curses, completely at the mercy of his touch as his hands roamed over your stomach and up to your tits.  

He pulled you back, flush against his chest as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, his teeth sinking into the soft spot in the crook of your neck. You cried as you arched your back, your orgasm already crashing over you. There was no beginning to him and no end to you, all you were was how you felt in that moment and you felt like you were flying. Sounds of his moans chorused in your ears as he approached his high, your muscles clenching around his cock as he slammed into you, his fingers anchoring you to him as he bottomed out within you, his orgasm crashing over him with a resounding groan. You fell from his chest, your body spent, legs trembling as you clutched the balcony railing for support. He stumbled back, his chest heaving as he stared at you, his eyes honey brown and sparkling.  

Working the night shift on a Saturday night was not ideal. All your friends were off working throughout the week but you were stuck at school, working strange hours in a shop to afford tuition. You don’t know why you still stayed in the job, the hours sucked, the pay was next to nothing and your customers were some of the biggest assholes you’d ever encountered. There was this one guy who would come in during the rush and only pay in coins for a full shop; An older woman who always smelled like medical cream would always confuse you with someone she knew when she was your age. 70 years ago. You wanted out of that job but there was nothing you could do about it. You were stuck here at least until you’d finished college, then maybe you could do what you wanted to do. Maybe. Your phone sat in your locker, undoubtedly ringing as your friends rang you from whatever club they had gone to that night as you worked the shelves restocking and serving cigarettes to people who really should quit. You couldn’t complain too much though, there were some saving graces such as occasionally there would be some of your friends in, who would stand and chat before they disappeared out the door and into the night, leaving you stranded in your own personal brand of hell.  

One night though had changed night shifts for the better. There was this guy who would come in, beanie clad with thick rimmed glasses. He would always come in late at night, eyes glued to his phone as he stuffed his basket with multipacks of red bull and red vines. He would always smile at you when he checked out, his long fingers scratching at his face as you told him the total. He was a fine piece of work and you often found yourself thinking about him long after he had left the shop. He’d been coming in more and more, sometimes multiple times over the course of one shift. You’d been too nervous to talk to him, he was far out of your league or at least so you thought. You’d been stocking the shelves as per usual when you heard the door go off so you peeked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone stood at your register. Surely enough you looked around right as beanie boy walked over to you, his smile wide as you bumped into him. The cans he was balancing precariously in his arms went flying, the metal warping as it hit the ground, spraying everything in it’s vicinity in sugary stickiness. You jumped out of habit, reaching for the can as it coated you and beanie boy apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry! Is there anyway I can help at all?” He flailed as he reached for the can, effectively not helping at all.  

“No, honestly it’s fine! You can put your stuff on my register I’m just going to grab a mop and try and clean this up before everything becomes a sugar trap!” You laughed as you carried the busted can to the bin, dropping it in as you grabbed the mop. You looked down at your uniform as you sighed, noting the giant wet patch on your shirt. Great. You wheeled the bucket over only to find beanie boy waiting near the puddle on the floor. He was covered in drink, his shirt clinging to his chest as your eyes trailed over him. “I’m sorry for that, I’m so sleep deprived I barely even saw you standing there.” He raked his fingers over the back of his neck as his shirt raised up showing a hint of his stomach and the happy trail that resided on top of it. This boy was going to end you. “It’s okay, you can stop apologizing! This kind of shit happens all the time, usually no one apologizes so this is already fine!” You swept the mop over the liquid, draining it off before trying again. “Yeah but I’m still sorry. I’ve been swamped at my new job and this is like the only night that I get to do all my other projects. I usually come in here to help myself, I didn’t mean to ruin your night!” You snorted as you looked at him, your grin giant as he pouted. “I’m stuck at work on a Saturday night, this is going to be the highlight of it. I don’t think it gets any worse than that.” He smiled, his eyes lighting up beneath his glasses.  

“I understand that. Most of my friends are out right now. They wanted me to come with them but I’m swamped and I don’t have the time” You nodded as you finished cleaning up the mess. “My friends are probably texting me right now, telling me everything that I’m missing out on. But alas I need to get paid so I can finish college.” You gestured around to the shop, your posture defeated as you leant on the mop. “Then I guess I’ll work in hell itself until I do so.” He smiled as you wheeled the mop to your register, putting it in the corner before walking back to him. “What do you study? If you don’t mind me asking?” He was a nosey little fucker but you didn’t mind, you enjoyed the company. “Dual degree in teacher preparation. I want to teach.” You blushed as he looked at you in open shock. “So you’re training to be a teacher yet you work in a store at 2am. When do you sleep?” You covered your mouth as you laughed, raising your brows as you pointed to his mounds of energy drink. “Probably when you do!” He shrugged. “Hey! Don’t judge!” You laughed again as you leant against the shelving behind you. “I’m not judging! So what do you do that has you up all times of the night?” You probed, your own curiosity peaked. “I work at Google. I work in a team encouraging new businesses to sign up for advertising. I do other things too though, it’s kind of an all round job” He smiled, a blush creeping along his cheeks.  

“Sounds hard.” He looked up at you through thick lashes, his eyes catching the wet patch on your shirt. You crossed your arms over it, self conscious of his gaze. “It’s not so bad, just a lot of free time is spent doing other things I like too.” You licked over your lips as you replied, unaware of his eyes tracking your movements. “Like what?” You asked, rearranging the cans on the shelf you rested against. “Oh you know, coding websites for people, video games and talking to pretty girls.” Your stomach flipped at his words, your skin hot as you smiled. “I’m guessing your girlfriend isn’t a massive fan of that last one?” You probed, your fingers metaphorically crossed as you hoped for him to say that he didn’t have one. “She would.” Your heart sank as he spoke. “If I had one. I’m not very good at the whole social thing.” You bit back the smile that threatened to spread across your cheeks. “Oh, I thought you would have one.” You spoke quietly, unsure he’d even heard you. He laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Nah, I work too much and I don’t finish work till super late sometimes. I’m not talking midnight I’m talking 5am.” His gaze caught yours, as you swallowed thickly. “Yeah I know how that feels, I won’t be finishing till 3am and that’s if my shit brain co worker actually get’s here on time. He never does and it drives me crazy.”  

Beanie boy looked over you, his eyes burning into your skin as he touched his jaw, an action you found your eyes glued to. “So what are you doing after work tonight then?” He asked, his lips pressed together in anticipation. “You.” You blurted out, your inner thoughts taking over your body. You covered your mouth as the words slipped out but the damage had been done. He laughed nervously as you wished for the ground to swallow you whole. No such luck came as he moved towards you. You backed further against the shelves as he licked over his lips. “I’m so sorry, I mean I don’t even know why I said that. I barely know you and oh my god, I guess I’ll just die now okay? Okay.” You babbled nervously as he stood there frozen his lip caught between his teeth as he stared at you. You ran your fingers through your hair as you begged for god to come down and smite you personally. He laughed nervously as all the colour drained from your face. “Yeah, it’s okay, I mean I know you probably didn’t mean it. We barely even know each other and I spilled energy drink all over you and ruined your night.” He smiled, his eyes kind of defeated as you surged forward. “Oh god no! I didn’t mean it like that I mean I totally would. You’re just my type, I mean I may or may not have had thoughts in the shower. Oh god, shut the fuck up Megan. What I meant to say is it’s not like I wouldn’t, cause if you gave me the word then I’d drop my panties right here and now.” You gulped as your eyes widened. “I really need to work on shutting the fuck up. I am so sorry.” You gushed as he raised his brow, his tongue darting over his lips.  

You shook nervously as he closed the space between you. Up close he was even more beautiful, his jaw and cheeks were smattered with moles and his eyes were that kind of golden brown that you could drown in. His hands found your waist as he pulled you to him, his body flush against yours. “Well this is me giving the word” He whispered in your ear as his hands coasted over your ass. His fingers trembled as he gripped your skirt. “You don’t have to apologize. You don’t have a clue how many times I’ve been tongue tied trying to talk to you because my brain can only imagine you bent over that till, cumming until you can’t even walk.” Your knees buckled as he whispered. “Or how I’ve imagined you on your knees, your lips around my cock.” You bit your lip as his words trailed over your skin, his breath fanning over you sending a shiver down your spine. “So you better get your ass over to that door and lock it up before we get interrupted.” His lips pressed against your neck as you trembled, reaching for the keys in your pocket. You could barely manage to pull yourself away from him, your body hot as you turned the sign onto closed, the key turning in the door.  

You adjusted yourself as you walked back, finding him waiting where you left him. He walked up to you again as you smiled, his hands cupping your face as he pulled you near, his lips crushing against your own, his tongue darting between your lips. You moaned into the kiss as his hands trailed down your chest, long fingers leaving heat in their wake. He crushed you to him, his fingers pulling at the material of your skirt, hitching it up your legs. You shivered at the cool rush of air but it was soon replaced by bolts of heat through your veins as his mouth left yours. You stuttered as his lips moved over your jaw, leaving hot wet kisses on your skin. Your eyes closed as you sank into his touch, all your inhibitions gone as his body ground against yours. Fingertips toyed with the skin on your thigh, patterns half finished as he continued up, the feel of lace beneath his palms. He gripped your ass as he sank his teeth in, a moan escaping your lips as you melted. Heat pooled within you, a wanton need growing with every touch he laid on your body. Your hands trembled as you traced across his back, his muscles tensing as you grabbed his hoodie, forcing it down his arms.  

“Not here.” You choked out, his touch moving across your thighs, a wave of pleasure rocketing through you. “Where to then baby girl?” He responded, his voice deeper than before as he looked over you with lust blown eyes. “Follow me.” You cleared your throat as you walked off, your legs trembling with every step. “Gladly.” He spoke, his hands reaching out to smack your ass. You stopped, waiting for him to catch up. He was on you within seconds, his hands moving your hair out the way to kiss your neck, his cock hard on your ass. “You still with me?” He nodded. You broke away from him again, the slickness between your thighs making it harder to walk than you thought. You walked till you reached the door you’d been looking for. You reached for the keypad, his hands gripping your hips. They reached forwards, fingertips brushing your clit as you struggled to enter the code. You bit your lip as his hands dipped beneath the band of your panties, rough fingertips brushing your clit once more. You closed your eyes as you leant against him, moans falling from your lips as you breathed slowly. “Code-” You stuttered as he reached for the keypad. “4579-” You gasped, his fingers picking up speed as he entered the code with ease. “You’re good at multitasking” He laughed, the vibrations rocketing through your body. “You have no idea.”

You pulled open the door, your hands shaking as he continued to tease over you. He broke from you as you walked forward, lifting your soaking shirt over your head. His eyes tracked over you, leaving you shaking as you stood in the middle of the warehouse. He moved towards you as you bent over, pulling your skirt slowly down your legs. He bit his lip, a groan rising in his throat as you looked at him, his fingers unbuttoning the shirt he wore. You walked to him, pulling him further into the warehouse. “Can I help?” You asked in a small voice, looking at him through your lashes. “Yeah, you’re wearing too many clothes still.” He winked at you as you felt a twinge, your body squirming under his gaze. You reached for your bra straps, pulling them down your arms slowly before undoing the clasp at the back. You heard it fall to the floor, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. He continued to stare as you hooked your fingers in the band of your panties, turning away from him as you bent over, pulling them down your legs. You heard him groan as you felt his hands on your ass. “You shouldn’t have done that. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”  

Your breathing hitched as his hand came down on your ass. You bit back a squeal as your legs shook, your chest heaving as you panted. “You can do whatever you like to me.” You whispered in a small voice, your body screaming for relief. “Well if that’s what you want I'm more than happy to help baby girl.” His voice was smooth as he left your body, rustling around with something behind you. “Don’t look.” He spoke as you turned to see what he was doing. “Okay.” You spoke in a small voice again, your legs shaking as you felt the rough side of zip ties on your skin. “Zip Ties?” You questioned as his warmth hit against you again, his hands smoothing over your shoulders. “You really are smart.” He chuckled as he gathered your hands behind your back, wrapping the zip ties around the skin there. It pinched slightly but you ignored it, instead focusing on the fire that raged through you. “It doesn’t hurt does it baby girl?” You shook your head, his hands on your hips as he guided you forwards. You stumbled as he moved in front of you, your head resting on his shoulders. He steadied you as he licked over his lips.  

You stared at him through lashes as he brought your lips to his, his shirt long abandoned. You looked over him hungrily, smattered moles across his chest and a trail that you wished to see the end of. His lips were insistent on your own a need ignited within him. You moaned against his touch, his hands wandering over your waist and hips. “You are definitely the sexiest teacher I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispered as his lips left yours. He left trails of kisses down your body again, his hair brushing your bare chest as his tongue traced over your nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. You mewled in pleasure as his teeth grazed your skin, your head rolling back as he trailed over, repeating his actions again. You struggled to keep your balance as his lips grazed your stomach. “I’m not a teacher yet, but you wait and I’ll give you a lesson or two.” You breathed as his lips pressed against your hips. “You want to learn a lesson then baby girl?” You nodded, unsure of whether he had seen or not. “It’ll be an oral presentation and I need your utmost focus.” He spoke again, his hot breath fanning over your thighs. You squirmed as his hands parted your thighs, his mouth moving closer to where your fire burned. “You paying attention babygirl?” You moaned quietly as his tongue darted over you. You shook, your balance knocked by the ties on your wrist, your knees buckling over the pleasure rocketing through you.  

His hands anchored your hips, his biceps bulging as he supported your weight. He pressed kisses along the inner of your thigh, his tongue eventually licking across your heat once more. You shook as moans rocked through your body. His tongue flattened against your clit as he hummed a broken melody that surged through you. You mewled again as you bucked against him, desperate for more of what he had. His tongue sped up, lapping against you as you shook, your legs like jelly beneath you. “Pleas-” You didn’t finish your words before his tongue sped up again, moving over you at a rate that had your heart pounding. You squirmed as the tip of his tongue moved over you, dipping inside only to run over your clit again. You moaned, pulling at the ties that restricted your hands. You wanted nothing more than to run your hands through his hair, to grab fistfuls as his tongue moved over you.  

Your breathing was staggered, barely audible over the profanities that fell from your lips as the fire within you burned hotter as he teased you. You bit back cries as his mouth left you, his fingers snaking over your hips and over your ass. You shivered as bolts of electric ran up your spine at the lightest of his touch. His fingers trailed over your hip bones, nails raking the skin there as he continued down, his rough fingers dancing over your clit teasingly. He smirked as his fingers dipped between your folds, eliciting a moan to rip through you. He paused as he circled your entrance, your body surging forwards to meet his. You waited with baited breath as he dipped two fingers inside you, scissoring them apart as his tongue rolled over your clit again. You cried out as fireworks sparked behind closed eyelids as his tongue flattened over you once more. Your body was on fire as he held you still, his fingers pumping against you as pleasure rolled over you. The coil within you tightened as you fought against the zip ties around your wrists. They dug into your skin but you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his hair as you fell from the edge you were hanging on to.  

His fingers sped up as you fell, your body limp as you bucked against him, his tongue never giving up as you collapsed to your knees, his dark eyes meeting your lust blown ones. “Did I do a good job baby girl?” He smirked as his tongue darted out, swiping the remains of your slickness from his lips. You sighed as you battled to regain your breath, your chest heaving as you furled your legs beneath you. You nodded to him, too lost in your own mind to reply to his question. “If I had to grade it? You’d pass with flying colors.” You breathed, your voice airy and small. “Good.” He winked, adjusting his glasses as he looked over you hungrily. “Now do you want a real lesson or not?” You asked as his brow shot up, his look appreciative. He nodded as he sucked his lip between his teeth. “Well first of all you are far too dressed for this presentation.” You flirted, staying on your knees as he stood. His fingers trembled with the button on his jeans, before he pulled them down his legs. He stood there, looking over you as you nodded for his boxers to follow the jeans. He pulled them down, his cock springing up as he stood straight. You bit your lip excitedly, you’d imagined big things but big didn’t even cover it.  

You smiled up at him as you inched towards him, his cock twitching in excitement. You leaned forwards, your tongue rolling over the tip of him as his head rolled back. You smiled as you sucked him into your mouth, your tongue following the vein on the underside of his cock. He moaned as his hands snaked through your hair, gathering it in a makeshift pony as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him further into your mouth. He shook as you slowly lowered yourself until his cock was hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed quickly, his moans strangulated as his hips canted forwards, his hands gripping tighter on your hair. You pulled from him, your eyes flickering over his chest as you found his gaze staring at you. You smiled innocently, batting your eyelashes as you licked over his head again, never breaking eye contact. Curses filled the air as he bucked his hips towards you. You moved slightly, your tongue rolling over the side of his cock as he groaned, desperate for the feeling of your mouth once more.  

He whined, his hands guiding you towards him. You licked over your lips before taking him into your mouth once more, bobbing your head as your tongue flickered over him. His spare hand found the one latched in your hair as he thrust into your mouth. You closed your eyes as you took him to the back of your throat once more, his thrusts getting faster with every passing moment. You ran your tongue over him eagerly, as he came, his hips jarring against you, his hands letting your hair run over your shoulders. You swallowed him, pulling away from him as you licked the remnants of his cum from the tip of him, his eyes heavy as he watched over you. He exhaled, his legs shaking as you struggled to your feet. “Now do you see what a real lesson is like?” You winked, your lips curling up in a small smile. He nodded as he tried to catch his breath, his hands reaching out to help you up. “You’re going to be a fucking fantastic teacher.” He said breathily as he pulled you to him. “Well a teacher is only as good as her students. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Ah fuck it who cares. Are you ever going to undo these ties?” His eyes went wide as he remembered the zip ties that bound your wrists. “I’m not done with you yet.” His voice turned to honey as his hands washed over you. “I have so many more things I want to learn” Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed to your collarbone, teeth grazing the surface as he sucked harshly, purple welts marring your skin.

You moaned as you rolled your hips against his. His cock hardened against your hips as his lips trailed over your chest. He smiled against you as his fingers trailed over your waist. You shivered as electricity ran rampant through your body, igniting another fire deep within you. His fingers continued their trail down your body, drawing circles on your hips as you bucked against him. Pleas fell from your lips as you begged for his touch, for relief, for something more. His eyes were molten as his mouth left your chest. “What is it baby girl?” you panted as he whispered, his nose still lining your skin as he spoke. “Please. I need more. I need you.” You whispered, your voice hoarse. “Well since you asked so nicely.” He smirked, his jaw clenching as he crushed his lips to yours. He walked you back as you stumbled over long forgotten clothes. Your back hit concrete, the surface mottled and cold against your burning skin. His chest pressed against yours as his fingers danced over the skin of your thighs. You moaned against his lips as he hooked his hands beneath your knees, his muscles flexing as he hoisted you around his hips.  

Your legs crossed his hips, feet latching together as his cock pressed against your core. He teased you, entering slightly before pulling from you, the sensation leaving you breathless as curses fell from your lips. He pushed forward, his hips slotting around your perfectly as he buried himself within you. You cried out as he paused, your body craving more as he slowly started to rock against you. You moaned, the sound muffled as you hid in his neck, your eyes screwed shut as he canted within you. He groaned as he bottomed out inside of you, his grip on you tightening. You kissed along his mole smattered skin, your lips barely touching his skin as his hips sped up, his cock hitting spots within you that made you see stars. You shook as your teeth sunk into his skin, his hips snapping against yours. The coil within you tightened as you clenched around him, he paused regaining his breath before slamming back into you, a cry echoing through the warehouse you found yourself in. “How badly do you want to cum baby girl?” His words vibrate against  ear as he thrust into you; stars appearing in your peripherals. “You have no idea” you choked out as breaths became more labored. “Are you going to work for it?” You nodded, your hair brushing against his skin as he slammed forwards. “Willingly” your voice was quiet as his fingers released your legs. You struggled to the ground, your hands still bound behind your back.  

“Turn around and stick your ass out for me?” His tone was demanding and you shook at the deepness of it. You did as he said, your shoulders hitting the concrete as you struggled to balance. His hands came down on the bottom of your spine, pulling you back to meet him as his cock teased over you. One hand left as he pumped himself, his cock trailing over your sensitive clit. “Please” you begged as he gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him. “I didn’t quite hear that baby girl.” you licked over your lips as he filled you once more. “Please. Fuck me.” You spoke louder, his cock stroking spots within you that you didn’t know existed. “Do you need to cum baby girl?” You nodded, your hair falling over your face as his hips hit yours, the coil in your stomach getting tighter with every thrust. “Yes.” You managed to coax out as his hands moved over your thighs. “Do you think you’ve worked hard enough for this?” His words teased you as his hips picked up speed, pleasure rocking through you. “Yes.” Your words were barely a whisper, drowned out by the chorus of moans as his fingers found your clit, rough fingertips rubbing figure eights over sensitive skin. You clenched around him as your orgasm crashed over you, your fingers lacing together as every muscle in your body on fire as they tightened. You cried out, fingers drawing patterns of indescribable pleasure over your clit. “Fuck baby girl. You feel better than I ever fucking thought.” Your body shook as you came hurtling down from your peak, your body sensitive and weak. His hips staggered as you arched against him, your body coming away from the wall you anchored yourself against. His hips slotted against yours as he bottomed out again, his breath coming in bursts as his orgasm crashed over him. A chorus of moans echoed through the warehouse as he fell against your back, your hands trailing against his stomach.  

He paused for a moment, regaining his breath before he pulled from you. You stumbled bleary eyed, your legs weak as you found him again. “Careful” he warned as you saw a glint of silver. Scissors. He reached behind you, snipping the ties as you flexed your numbing fingers. “Thanks” you nodded as you stretched, your muscles sighing at the innocent gesture. He didn’t speak a word as you both dressed, faces blushed red. You were pulling your shirt back on as he shrugged off his hoodie. He crossed the space between you to wrap it around your shoulders. “You have a stain, plus your shirt must be cold” You smiled as you zipped it up, breathing in his scent, grateful for the warmth. “Thank you!” you sighed as you walked to the door, hesitant to go back to work. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing so I don’t know the etiquette” He spoke as you turned around, his hands buried deep in his pockets. “I don’t either. So I'm as clueless as you!” You laughed, watching his face light up in smile, mirroring your own. “I guess I should get back to work?” you nodded your head towards the door as he crossed the room following you out the door.

“You still want your red bull?” You asked as you reached the tills again. “I think I'm going to need it. I want to get you one too, you’re going to need it more than I do.” He winked as you scanned through the items. “Thanks!” He blushed as he paid, turning to walk out the door. “Um, I'm kind of locked in here, can you let me out?” He asked as you scrawled on the back of an old receipt. “Yeah sure but you should take this, just in case I'm on a night shift again or you decide you want your hoodie back” You came out from the till area, sliding the paper into his pocket. “You should take my number too, you know just in case.” he delved into his wallet, producing a business card. “So that’s your name? Stuart?” You smiled as he shyed away. "Yeah, so now you know what to moan in the shower” He winked as you felt something twinge inside you. He really was going to be the death of you. “Smooth Twombly” you winked as he hid his face. You took the keys from your belt, unlocking the door as he stepped out. He stepped back, cupping your face as he kissed you one last time. “Have a good shift baby girl” He spoke one last time, disappearing into the night, leaving you at the door.

Your shift ended and you went home in a daze, collapsing into bed. You woke to your alarm, alerting you it was time to go back to work. You made it there in record time, only to be turned away at the door. “Sorry but we’re going to have to let you go. Some CCtv footage was recovered at the request of a customer and we cannot let something like this happen again. It would be unethical of us as a company to let someone close down the business for her own personal gain.” You protested, knowing it was all in vain anyway. “I’m sorry for what I did and honestly I understand why you are letting me go.” You turned away defeated, reaching in your pocket for the business cards Stuart had handed you last night.  

You awoke in Stuarts bed his arms wrapped around your waist. You were tired out from the day before but you hadn’t slept soundly. Your body ached, every muscle felt stiff and tense. Moving slowly, you dragged yourself out of bed, the sun not even beginning to peek out over the horizon. You moved lightly, treading on the wooden floorboards as lightly as you could manage as to not wake Stuart. Walking quietly, you searched through Stuarts drawers, not wanting to put your own clothes from the day before on. You selected one of his shirts, an obscure film shirt that you were sure was older than both of you. Pulling it over your head, you stumbled sleepy eyed into his kitchen, your toe connecting with his counters. You cursed under your breath, still careful not to wake him even after the loud clatter you had just made. Glancing at the clock on his wall you groaned internally realizing the hour was earlier than you had hoped. You weren’t due at the office for hours, yet you found yourself nervous for what lay ahead. Grabbing a glass of water you returned to the bedroom, settling into the bed next to Stuart. He mumbled incoherently as the bed shifted, his arms latching around you again. You sighed, wriggling closer to him in the warm bed. He looked so different when he slept, he was softer almost. You dropped your head to the pillow, the comfort of his clothes and the warmth of his embrace lulling you back into the realms of sleep.  

Hours later you awoke, the sun finally rearing its ugly head above the skyline. You looked around Stuarts room groggily, the bed beside you empty. You stood, the floorboards creaking underfoot as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. The smell of coffee lured you out the comfort of his room. He stood in the kitchen, sweatpants low on his hips his chest bare. He gripped a giant cup of coffee, sipping the contents whilst staring out the window. His glasses were on, but they were different, the frames were thicker. “Morning” you croaked, your voice still thick with sleep. He smiled at you, his lips pulling back in a large grin. “Morning yourself, sleep well?” He retorted. “Yes and No, I kept waking up, nervous about today y’know?” You searched around for a mug of your own. “Woke up a few times, chest pains and all that, but I fell asleep again easily enough” He teased you, slurping back the coffee he had. “Can I have a cup? I don’t know where you keep the mugs?” He attempted to reach into the cupboard above him, wincing as his chest panged. “Let me do it, I know where they are now!” You batted his hand away, apologising profusely as he winced again. “You sure you can even reach short ass?” He was teasing you again. Climbing onto the countertop you grabbed a mug, turning round to sit down on the countertop. You looked at him as he filled your cup. His bruises looked much worse today, the skin puckering and purple. If that’s what he looked like you couldn’t help but wonder what Graham looked like.  

“You should take the day off Stu, you look like you’ve been hit with brick.” Your hand reached out to smooth over his skin. “Well Graham is as dull as a brick so that counts right? Or am I supposed to say something witty like you should see the other guy?” He smiled, his lip swollen causing his smirk to be even more pronounced than usual. “I can’t take today off anyway, I have that big app meeting today? You know the one that’s taken all of my time, energy and soul? That one?” You smiled. “I thought I took all your time, energy and soul?” He laughed the chuckle turning to a hearty cough. “Yeah you do. Hey, who said you could wear one of my shirts?” he looked over you. “I was cold and I needed a drink and I didn’t want to put mine on, I didn’t think you’d mind?” He shook his head. “I most definitely don’t mind. But you need to go back to yours, I don’t think that HR would appreciate you turning up in my shirt, bed hair and not alot else.” You hopped off the counter. “But if it was a meeting with you then I should show up in nothing at all?” You kissed his cheek as you went to walk through to the bedroom. “You’re getting the hang of this.” He winked and you disappeared behind the door. Gathering your things, you shimmied your skirt on, leaving the tshirt on. Kissing him goodbye you made the trip home. It wasn’t long by any means but time seemed to pass agonizingly slow as you became more nervous for the meeting.  

Arriving home, you checked your messages. The machine beeped, relaying the message that had been left for you. “Hi, this is Abigail from Human Resources, i’m really sorry but i’m going to have to push your meeting till 3 this afternoon? Sorry we just had a bit of a scheduling conflict, Sorry for the inconvenience.” The phone clicked off and you glanced at your clock. You didn’t have to rush at all. Jumping into the shower you stood under the stream of water, music blasting through your apartment. You sluiced off the day before, feeling ten times lighter when you finally emerged from the shower. Standing in front of your closet you picked out an outfit and began to pack your bag. Tipping the contents from the day before, you noticed a book land on the bed. Picking it up you read the first page, remembering you hadn’t put Graham's planner back. You rang Neha, your stomach flipping at 100 miles a minute. “Neha? I know it’s like the crack of dawn and you don’t usually come in till later but can we meet at the office? Or we can meet at the coffee shop down the road? I need a chat?” She agreed and you dressed quickly, slipping on a basque and suspenders before putting a dress over the top. Drying your hair, you drove across town parking at work and walking the few blocks to the coffee shop. Neha sat at a table near the window, two big cups of coffee and a plate of pastries already on the table. “You’re an actual angel Neha, I am not worthy of you. I kneel before you a lowly human and pray you take pity on me.” You mocked a prayer and she laughed.

“Why did you drag me out of bed? I mean I wasn’t sleeping, I was watching yet another season of supernatural. Dani, i’m on season 6. I started the series like a week. It’s taken over my entire life. I’m sorry i’m babbling.” She paused, drawing in her breath quickly. “So what’s up?” You explained the situation to her and she hung intently on every word. “So what you’re saying is you have Graham's planner and you haven’t even looked through it properly?” She mumbled, her mouth filled with donuts. “Yeah, I mean it’s probably just all meetings and he’s got no friends and clearly he has no girlfriend. I guess it’d be about as much fun as reading the dictionary.” She snorted, almost inhaling the last of the donut. “It’s like you don’t understand men Dani. Men like Graham are meticulous, they leave nothing unplanned” She grabbed the planner off the table, flipping through it to find today's date. “See he’s got nothing this afternoon but he’s got giant spot from 10-3 with someone called A- I can’t make it out, his handwriting is toddler like” She squinted at the book but you already knew who the meeting was with. “Abigail by any chance?” You queried. “Yeah? Are you sure you haven’t looked at this already?” Neha stopped to drink. “She’s the person i’m supposed to have my meeting with today. She rescheduled me from 10 till 3. She bumped my appointment so she could have some strange with Graham ‘Worst eyebrows ever’ Hawtrey.”  

Neha pulled back in disgust almost retching on her coffee. “Thanks for the visual.” she placed the coffee down, crossing her arms over her stomach. “Oh yeah, cause I love the idea of it too.” She placed the planner back down on the table, her eyes lighting up. “Isn’t this the bitch that banned inter office relationships? Yet she’s doing the nasty with satan himself? Isn’t that a bit weird? Why is she coming after you?” You relayed the story that Stuart had told you last night. “Okay, I know how we get this all to go away.” Neha started babbling but you caught the jist of what she was saying. “You all good on the plan?” You nodded, a smirk forming on your face. “Not a word of this to Stuart okay? He’s got that meeting with the app developers. He could really be going somewhere with it and I don’t wanna distract him.” Neha crossed her lips, pretending to lock it. “Good, guess we should go to work. Wanna get another coffee to go?” She nodded, her mouth still apparently locked. “Okay you’re a dork, it’s my treat.” She grinned and clapped her hands.  

When you got back to the office it was a buzz, Lyle hounded you with questions about what happened yesterday. “The rumor mill has been churning out things about you Dani, apparently you’ve got a mean right hook.” You couldn’t help but feel gratified that it’d hurt him. “I can neither confirm nor deny that rumor.” You returned to your work. Rather than feeling nervous you could feel yourself getting impatient. The clock ticked by and soon enough it was time for everything to be set into motion. “Neha, i’ll be back soon, wish me luck” She blew you a kiss. “You don’t need luck. You got this.” You waved as you left to make your way to Human Resources. The hallways in this section of the building felt void of any emotion. Soulless and grey. Much like some of the people that worked in this section. Walking till you found the waiting area you talked to the receptionist. She was far too cheery. “Hi, I’m looking for Abigail Lowery’s office?” The receptionist nodded, looking at her computer. “Do you have an appointment? Mrs Lowery has a meeting currently and has asked not to be disturbed” Mrs? That was new. You didn’t need an appointment, and you knew you would most definitely be disturbed. You shook, brushing the visual out of your head. “No, I just need to leave her a note and I was hoping I could just push it through the door or something?” You gave your sweetest smile, hoping that it was working. “She’s in 12b, it’s just down the corridor to the left and it’s the very end office.” You faked a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much!”

As you walked down the hallway you glanced at the time. 1pm. You knew that if they were doing anything scandalous, during lunch would be the best bet. No one would be in their office so they could do anything. The closer you got the more nauseated you felt. Not with nerves but at the amount of bleach you’d want to pour in your eyes after this. You heard them before you got near her office. It sounded like a dog was assaulting a squeaky toy. You dry heaved, pushing lightly on the door, luckily not interrupting their intimacy. The view in this office would be nice, if you didn’t have the nasty going on in the middle of it. You pulled out your phone, quickly recording a snippet. You had to cover your mouth as you could feel the bile rising in your throat. After enough time had elapsed and you could see both of their faces you decided to call it quits. Closing the door, you rushed back down into the main waiting area. Your face was flushed beet red and you hurriedly thanked the receptionist. “Thank you so much, you’ve been a great help” She waved to you nicely, a warm smile on her face. Pulling up your messaging app you texted Neha.  

It’s done. Now we wait.

You returned to the office and resumed everything as normal. The time went by as you had to work solo on a project. You’d grabbed a quick bite to eat with Stuart before he went in for his meeting. You made plans to go out for dinner later that night. Everything went by without an instance and suddenly the time of your meeting was upon you. As you made your way back to HR you smiled to yourself. This was going to be fun. Stuart had wished you luck, but you didn’t feel like you needed it. “Hi, it’s me again, I have an appointment with Abigail this time? I was just wondering if you could let her know i’m here.” You smiled at the same receptionist again. She called you through and then directed you down to Abi’s office. Knocking on the door, you were granted access. You almost wanted to shield your eyes after what you had seen earlier. Avoiding the chair they had been on, you opted to sit on one you presumed was clean enough. “Hello, I’m Abigail, you know why I called you in today?” You nodded. “We’ve met before. You were in my office with Stuart? And at the bar?” You gave her your most sincere smile, a hint of malice in your eyes. “Oh yeah, you’re the girl who couldn’t handle her drink and had to be taken home right?” she responded bitchily. You brushed it off. “Yeah, I hadn’t ate and you know how it is right?” She gave you a small smile and gathered some papers together. “Okay, so we should get to business. I mean I don’t know about you but i’m shattered.” You nodded. “Right so we got wind of this whole thing from Graham Hawtrey, it is our understanding that you have been bullying him? He said that you leaked his personal files and then assaulted him?” You scoffed. “I did not release his personal files. He released mine. He has been against me since day 1. Just because I left that night at the bar.”

She didn’t look up, instead focusing on her papers. “Ah yes, I see my mistake. How did he come to hold those files in the first place. It’s clear that you didn’t take the photo yourself.” She was as dumb as she looked. “I had a personal friend take the photo but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is he leaked it through the entire office. He publicly ridiculed me and I don’t respond well to that. He then went on to continuously slander my name. He said I was nothing and you can only imagine the embarrassment that caused me.” She looked up at you, her eyes glazed over. “Yes well, we don’t take cases like this lightly and Graham will be reprimanded as will you and Mr Twombly. Don’t think we don’t know that you are an item, it’s stated clearly in the rulebook that interoffice relationships will not be tolerated and will be subjugated to disciplinary action” You wanted to reach across the desk and grab her bottle blond hair and smash her teeth into the desk. “Yes, but that’s awfully hypocritical of you isn’t it?” You responded, your tone sweet as pie. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. My husband doesn’t even work here.” She smiled, showing you the wedding band on her left hand. “Oh, my bad. So you’re not fucking Graham Hawtrey on your lunch breaks? You’re not pushing meetings that are vital, just so you can cheat on your husband?” Her face paled, her eyes widening. “It’s not bad enough that you did it just the one time but it seems like you’ve been doing it an awful lot.” You dug through your bag finding Graham's planner.  

“I’m sure your husband loves you alot and it would be such a shame for him to see this.” You flipped through the pages that you had highlighted with their ‘meetings’. “How did you get that?” She choked out. “Oh this? I found it lying on Graham's desk, he’s so careless, anyone could’ve happened upon it. But he was smart and encoded it. But it’s Google. The whole place is full of geniuses. Doesn’t take long to figure out.” You snapped the book shut, placing it back in your bag. She seemed to collect herself, fanning her face and searching about her desk. “I shouldn’t worry anyway. You don’t know my husband, you have no substantial proof. Your job is on thin ice tread lightly.” You scoffed. “Geniuses in the building. Largest search engine at our disposal? Are you not getting it? I know who your husband is, I can easily visit him at his office. Oh and I was thinking, if I did have to leave the company-” You paused grabbing your phone. “I would maybe pursue a career as a videographer?” You turned the screen watching her face contort as she watched the clip you had. “This is harassment. I can sue you!” She almost screamed. “That won’t go well for you. I’m afraid that if you fire me, I have a lawyer and I will most certainly file for wrongful termination. Considering I was harassed by a co worker, my personal files were leaked and I was forced out of my job by a hypocritical bottle blonde bimbo who can’t keep her legs closed!” Your tone was snarky and you swore that if words hurt she was slashed. “You wouldn’t.” She narrowed her eyes at you. “Well the thing is, I would. I have a private domain and it’s so easy for things to get on the line nowadays.” You shrugged, your fingers hovering over the share button. `

“Fine. What do you want from me?” She caved just like you thought she would. “Well not much, just leave me the fuck alone. Leave Stuart alone too, you know he didn’t want to continue things further but you just hung around like a bad smell. If you could fire Graham too that’d be great. It doesn’t mean you have to stop what you’re doing cause I mean you made your bed so you have to lie in it. Karma’s a bitch i’m just the messenger.” You paused, standing and smoothing your dress. “Oh and you won’t say a word of this would you Abi? Cause I heard your husband is really good at hearing woes considering his position. I don’t wanna have to blab cause you did. We clear? Leave us alone and nothing will happen.” You picked up your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. “Oh and I can handle my drink just fine. Stuart was taking me home cause the bar was already filthy enough.” You winked at her as you left. “Nice talking to you again Abi!” You clicked the door shut the last thing you saw of her was the ashen complexion on her face.  

Waving again at the receptionist you heard her phone ring. “Yes Mrs Lowery? I will get Mr Hawtrey as soon as possible.” You smiled smugly as you wandered back to the office. Neha almost took you out as you came back into the office. “HOW DID IT GO? DID SHE CRY?” Her face was manic. “Okay no more coffee for you past 2pm.” You chuckled, your mood at an all time high. “Tell.Me.Everything.” She stuttered out. You sat with her, filling her in on what had happened. Graham stormed past the office, his face beet red and slick with sweat. He flipped you off and you just smiled. You were petty but to be honest? He deserved everything he had coming to him. “You think i’m a god? I must bow in your presence queen.” Neha mocked your actions from this morning. “I’m sorry to cut your prayer time Neha but I have another matter to attend to.” You stood, leaving your bag at your desk. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” She winked badly and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You know me so well” You waved as you went off in search of Stuart. His meeting was running long so you text him asking where he was, acting like you just wanted to grab him a coffee. He replied as you were waiting in line.  

You only have to get the one coffee, the others left, i’m on a conference call with the developers as we speak.  

Perfect. Grabbing the coffee you stepped in the elevator finding the room he was in with ease. You knocked on, not waiting for him to beckon you in. He smiled, thanking you silently for the coffee. You smiled back, drinking your coffee in silence. You listened to him speak about the project, admiring how smart he was. He looked at you, those brown eyes piercing through you. He pressed a button on the middle of the phone. “What’s up?” He smirked cocking his head to the side. “Nothing, just a good meeting is all.” His eyebrow quirked. “You still work here?” You nodded. His eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” You refused to look at him only shrugging in response. “Who cares what I did, it worked didn’t it?” You grinned at him before you kicked your shoes off. “I have a surprise for you.” Stuart looked at you, unmuting himself to respond to a question. You stood, walking over to him, undoing the side zipper of your dress. His eyes followed your hands, his mouth hanging slightly open. He reached over muting himself again. “For me?” he looked at you through thick lashes. You nodded, your fingers brushing over his lips as to hush him. You stepped out of your dress, revealing the basque you had put on that morning. He gulped, his fingers white-knuckling the armrests of his chair. “You wore that to work today?” You nodded, yet again hushing him. “Jesus fucking christ Dani.” His eyes wandered over you. You’d been anticipating this all day, so you were already at a slow burn when his fingers came in touch with your cunt.  

“Is this for me as well?” He spoke quietly, his fingers tracing along your panties. Your voice came as a whisper. “Yes.” You bucked your hips against his hand, wishing he would take it further. Without missing a beat, he pushed you onto the desk, ripping your panties from you. He reached over, connecting a headset to the phone he was using. Putting it over his ear, he clicked unmute. “Just as a warning, I will be muting myself as I really need to eat, I missed lunch and my takeout just arrived.” He winked at you and his head dropped between your legs. Clicking again he muted. His tongue connected with you the second he clicked the button and you cried out. You shook the second he touched you, electric coursing through you. He held you to the wooden desk, keeping your legs open to him. He flattened his tongue against you, one of his hands flying up to clamp your mouth. You moaned beneath him as he traced his tongue in figures of eight and intelligible patterns. His free hand no longer secured your leg in a vice grip. Instead his fingers trailed down your thigh, the muscles tensing when his nails dragged over them. You shook, your body coming undone at the lightest touch. He pulled from you, clicking the button to answer a question. As he spoke he slid one of his long fingers inside your pussy and you almost passed out trying to keep quiet. You clamped your lips, together trying to contain the moans that threatened to slip out. He continued to explain something but you didn’t pay attention to his words. You were more focused on the way his long finger curled inside you. “This is delicious, you don’t mind if I mute myself while I finish my meal.”  

He entered another finger inside of you, burying it before curling them. You couldn’t keep quiet, muffled moans escaped your mouth and through the gaps of his fingers. He hummed, the vibrations going through your body at a mile a minute. You could feel the tension inside you reach an insurmountable high before you came crashing down. He kitten licked over your clit as you came, riding out the rest of your orgasm. He still massaged you, the hand that had covered your mouth now trailing along the lace of your basque. He groaned at the feel, his slacks tightening over his bulge. You stood, as he licked his fingers; your legs were weak but it didn’t matter. You sank to your knees, licking your lips as you unbuttoned his slacks. His fingers traced along your shoulders, nails digging into the soft flesh there. Palming over him, you tucked your fingers underneath the band of his boxers, dragging them down his legs. His cock was rock hard, already glistening with precum. He looked down at you, his glasses obscuring his view. He pushed them up his nose as you licked across his tip slowly. His breath was sharp as he sucked in, the feeling of your mouth against his cock. You hollowed your cheeks, giving him no warning before you fell to his base, enveloping him completely. Curses fell from his mouth as he tried to talk. “Dani, they asked me a question, I can’t concent-” You pulled from him, waiting with baited breath for him to click back into the call. You gestured for him to do so and he did, answering their question his voice cracking. You smiled as you sank back down, licking along the base of his cock along the prominent vein there. He struggled with his words, they came out as a mixture of a cough and a whine as he bucked against you. You heeded his actions, taking him in your mouth once more. His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you further down him as he continued to talk. “One moment please” he clicked off the call, his voice breathy and demanding as he pulled you up.  

His fingers grabbed at the material of your basque as he turned you around and pulled you onto his lap. His fingers hooked behind your knees, holding them apart as he lined himself up with you. He plunged inside you and you mewled as he filled you. He pushed your legs together, one of his hands clamping over your mouth yet again. He clicked back into the call as he rocked you on his cock, his free hand tracing patterns on your clit. Your walls clenched around him almost instantly, the new position hitting a spot that you never knew you had. You felt helpless, your body a mess of pleasure cells. Every inch of you was on edge, like you were on the verge of a really good stretch. His fingers sped up, moving over you at impossible speeds as he pulled out of you. His meeting continued on as you came, his fingers working you into oblivion. He gave you no time to come back down before he slammed back into you. You choked on the air in the room as he pummelled into you. He somehow managed to keep his voice under control, but with the way you felt, you couldn’t. You were on fire, but you relished in the flames, hoping that it never went out. Your vision blurred as you were pushed forward, your body flush against the cool wood of the desk. He stood behind you, his fingers on your hips as he guided you down his cock. You bit on your lip, determined not to make a noise. He clicked off the call, his breath suddenly heavier within seconds. “You have no idea what you’re fucking doing to me. I can’t concentrate” His words came between strangled moans and deep breaths. “Well, you better cum then and you can get back to your meeting” Your words barely made a sound.  

“I don’t wanna go back to the meeting, I don’t want to finish so soon, but you’re too fucking goo-” His voice cut off as his movements began to slow. He was nearing his limit. Pushing yourself against him, you clenched around him, your moans no longer quiet. He stammered, his hips snapping against yours as he came, his chest falling to your back. Your legs quivered as he pulled from you, leaning against the desk for support. He grabbed his boxers from the floor, pulling them up his legs as he clicked back into the call. “Where did you say?” his voice was breathy but the concern in his voice wasn’t easily hidden. He looked at you as you dressed, zipping your dress up the side. You fixed your hair and returned to the chair on the other side of the desk. You chest still heaving, the feeling of elation buzzing through veins. He looked over at you, as he licked over your lips. “One last time guys” He clicked off the call. “I’ll catch up with you soon? I don’t know how long i’m gonna be?” You nodded, kissing him on the cheek as you left the room. You weren’t waiting long, the office was near empty when you returned, Neha leaving you note that they were all going to the bar if you needed them.  

You sat in your chair, coffee in hand with Neha asking every question under the sun. “How could you not tell me?! I thought you were my best friend! I told you when I started seeing someone but you were too selfish to tell me when you started banging Stuart? And you made me believe that you liked Graham! He’s an actual piece of shit and you made me believe that he was a good guy and you liked him so I swallowed my pride and then YOU DITCHED ME.” You sipped your coffee, keeping your eyes lowered. You knew you had hurt her. “I wanted to tell you, I almost did so many times, you have no idea. I wasn’t interested in Graham, he’s not my type. I mean I like the whole cocky asshole thing but that guy's a fucking cunt. Stuart and I hadn’t talked about telling everyone and then he brought that girl from HR into the office and to the bar. It stung. I wanted to tell you then so you could stew in hate with me but I wanted to show him that I was over it.” You listed on, her smile drooping. “So how long has it been going on then? Have I really been this clueless the entire time?” She asked. “Remember that day he pulled me into the side office?” She nodded, drinking her coffee. “That’s when it started. It’s been weeks. You know for a genius you’re really not that observant” You joked. She shot a look at you, her lips slightly turning up at the corners. “I know that you’re only joking but you’re still on thin ice. You owe me for this. I want coffee at my car every day! And you totally need to tell me what he’s like in bed. I’ve known Stuart for ages and goddamn if I haven’t thought about it. I just need my theories to be proven right” She chuckled, pressing you for answers.  

Lunch had passed quickly, the office chattering away about the whole ordeal. As you walked through the corridors you could feel all eyes on you. You decided not to let it get to you, instead putting a spring in your step. You wouldn’t let Graham get to you. Entering your office, you threw yourself onto one of the bean bags in the corner and opted to work on your laptop instead of your PC. Lyle and Stuart were deep in conversation, glances thrown your way whenever they thought you weren’t looking. You smiled and waved as you caught Lyle staring once more. He averted his eyes away from you. You looked back on your screen noticing a new window on your screen. ‘

‘Hello, It’s Abigail from Human Relations. I am contacting you today, to ask you to come in for a meeting at 10am tomorrow morning regarding the mass email sent out this morning from Graham Hawtrey. We understand how uncomfortable this must be. Regards Abigail Lowery’  

You looked up at Stuart, noticing he was gone from where he was seconds ago. “Lyle? Where did Stuart go?” You asked, closing your laptop and getting up from your seat. “He got an email a minute ago. He said he had a few things to set straight and then he left. Funny thing is though, he left his phone” He picked up Stuarts phone and passed it to you. Unlocking the screen, you navigated through his emails, trying to find his last opened. It was from Graham.  

‘Okay, Dani sent me a message and I got it loud and clear. She’s not interested, I get it. I’m not an animal so i’ll leave her be. But you? You parade through the building like you own the place. Sure you got the internship but I worked for a job here. I payed my dues and what did you do? A while ago you signed a pizza chain? What a joke. You’re a joke, you don’t deserve to be here and it’s a wonder you still are. You bury yourself online because the real you is pathetic. You rely on sarcasm because if it came to it, what would you do in a fight? Cuss me out? Glare to death? But no I’ll leave Dani alone. I could get a girl like Dani anywhere, she isn’t anything special. So congratulations you got her. But just so you know? I’ll always have those photos of her. The question is what will I do with them?’  

Your hands gripped Stuarts phone in your hand, his screen saver coming up. It was the photo of you in the sunrise. Any other time and you would’ve been happy, but the anger that coursed through your body prevented you from feeling it. “Lyle? Could you do me a favour?” You quipped, grabbing Lyles attention just with the tone of your voice. “Sure I can” He said, his face screwing up in confusion. “Cover for me” You spoke quickly, tossing your laptop onto a nearby bean bag. You stalked out the office, your heels clattering against the tile as you near sprinted. Navigating through the hallways you found Graham's office empty, everything neatly placed back in order. You entered the room, not even bothering to close the door. Fuck professionalism, he’d gone too far this time. Grabbing everything from his desk, you threw it in the air, watching as his stuff fell to the ground. You tipped over coffee mugs, trashing anything you could see. Your heart raced and you struggled to catch your breath. You heard coughing from the doorway and you twirled round to come face to face with Yo-Yo. “Yo? You saw nothing okay? I wasn’t here. When you went past everything was normal okay?” He nodded his fingers going instinctively to his eyebrows. “Yo, please don’t do that okay? This isn’t your fault, just forget anything ever happened okay?” You walked across the room, patting his arm. On your way past you noticed a planner laying open on the floor. Bending down you scooped it up, flicking to today's date.  

2pm squash with Zach. (Fuck knows he needs the exercise. So fat.)

The last part was pencilled in. You slammed the planner shut before slamming his door shut, feeling the wall tremble. You ran through the corridor. It was a little after 2 so you knew where he’d be and Stuart couldn’t be too far ahead of you. Could he? Your body felt like fire, white hot and filled with rage at Graham’s words. Your head was pounding and your arms felt like lead as you traipsed your way to the squash courts. Words ran through your mind at a mile a minute and the thought of your fist connecting with his smug face was the most prevalent. As you got closer to the courts you heard shouting. You sped up, your legs burning with all the walking you had done today. Why in the fuck had you decided that these heels were the best idea? You stopped, kicking them off your feet. Much better. You took off running towards the courts the shouting getting clearer by the second. You caught snippets of it as you ran. “- you ignorant fucking prick, no wonder people think you’re a cunt and girls stay the fuck away from you.” You burst through the door, to be confronted with Zach trying to get out. “You’re just a self absorbed prick and everyone knows you’re not actually british so stop acting like you are. You asked what i’d be like in a fight? Well now you know first hand” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. His chest was heaving and his face was angry and red. Blood dripped from a cut on his lip and you could see purple marks forming on the lower of his cheeks. But it was nothing compared to Graham's face.  

He sat on the floor, Stuart looming over him, his shirt clinging to his shoulders. A large cut streaked through Grahams eyebrow, the skin puckered and red. The eye underneath it was swollen shut and was already purple. He looked ridiculous, his white shirt splattered with red. Stuart licked over his lip, wiping the blood on the back of his hand. His glasses were crooked, the frames warped and the glass in one side starting to crack. You couldn’t deny that he looked good considering the situation. You watched from the sidelines as he picked Graham up, shoving him away. He walked towards you, his shirt ripped at the pocket. “Dani, i’m so sorry, it’s just he got under my skin and he’s an asshole and he deserved it.” You cut him off, wrapping your arms around him. “Thank you.” You whispered in his ear, glaring at Graham from across the room. He smirked, wiping himself off. “Now please excuse what i’m gonna do” You left him standing there as you crossed the room. “Hawtrey, you evil piece of shit. You think Stuart’s cocky? Have you looked in a mirror lately? Of course you have, you’re a self obsessed cunt. You lord over everybody else thinking you’re gods gift to women? Do you know why I chose to go on a date with you? To make Stuart jealous. I don’t actually like you! I never liked you. You’re an ass and you put others down because you are clearly bored or you were never liked as a kid. Well I can see why.” You closed the gap between you and him “You think you could get a girl like me? You’d be so fucking lucky. Now i’m not saying i’m a goddess but you’d be lucky to have a girl fucking look twice at you. Stop terrorising everyone around you or you will end up alone.” Your fingers curled into a fist and you launched at him with everything you had.  

Your fingers connected with skin and bone, landing perfectly on the left side of his face. You felt as he spluttered underneath your knuckles. He hit the ground before you could even blink. “If you thought that I wouldn’t hit you cause i’m a girl you were dead wrong. I don’t do well with assholes and i’m clearly not above standing up for myself.” You walked away from him, silently cursing at the pain that ebbed in your hand. Zach still stood frozen at the doorway, watching as Stuart slung his arm over you. “Can I just say I’ve never met you but damn I think i’m in love” Stuart shot him a look. “I don’t know if you got the gist of this but I think Dani is spoken for” You smiled, cradling your knuckles. “Oops. Almost forgot. Graham, this is your one and only warning. If I ever get wind that you’re planning on releasing that photo in any other capacity? I’ll hospitalise you.” You winked, grabbing Stuart's hand and your heels from the floor. You walked together in silence back to your office. No one said a word as you sat down, quickly tending to Stuarts injuries. “I gotta give him this, he packs a bitching uppercut. But by bitching I mean he was a little bitch about it. He looked like he was gonna cry the entire time” he forced out a laugh, wheezing as his injuries hurt. “Stuart, you know we’re gonna get into a lot of trouble for that” you said quietly, brushing over his bruised and broken skin. “You should’ve waited, we could of gotten him fired.” He looked at you, his eyebrows raised. “You could’ve gotten fired Dani, a photo like that could break someone here. Also weren’t you the one that told the entire office that we’ve been fucking?” his eyes winked and a smile spread across his face. “Touche Twombly, now let's get out of here before anyone starts asking questions that I don’t particularly want to answer”  

You gathered your things shoving them into your handbag before taking off for the day. “Let’s go to my place. We’ve been to yours and no offence but your bed sucks.” Stuart grabbed your hand pulling you to his car. “You can follow me, i’ll make sure you’re behind me. Okay?” You nodded, fishing your keys out of your bag. Your car was your safe place most of the time. You went there to vent, to escape both literally and figuratively. You followed Stuart through streets you barely recognised. Pulling through streets you smiled to yourself trying to see Stuart fitting in around here. It was so old looking, restaurants and businesses looking like they just came out of the ground with no technological advances at all. Finally you pulled up outside his building. It was just as old as the streets you had just gone down. “Stuart, why on earth do you live in the AHS house? Shits scary as fuck” You laughed as you headed inside. “It reminds me of home, I used to live in a house like this with my family. I moved out when I started at Google. It’s not like I live alone. I have roommates but they work weird hours somewhere downtown. I usually get the place to myself. Here come on, i’ll show you my floor” You scoffed. “You have an entire floor to yourself?” He nodded as you walked up the stairs. “Yeah, well it’s a town house. There is like 3 floors and only 3 of us living here. It was remodelled years ago.” The stairs were steep. “We converted the attic a while ago and I got first dibs. I like being up here, it’s quiet.” He paused before heading up the last set of stairs. “Stuart, please remind me if i’m coming to your house not to wear heels. I don’t do stairs, I think i’m dying” You wheezed and you heard him chuckle. “Sure I will” He opened a door at the top of the stairs, kicking his shoes off within seconds.  

You followed suit, chucking your heels next to the door. Looking around his place was eye opening. You didn’t know what you expected really, possibly for everything to look more uniform and in place but it was refreshing to be proved wrong. “Stuart, your place is beautiful.” You wandered around whilst Stuart flopped onto the large couch in the centre of the room. “I like colours okay? I’m not a robot.” You sat next to him. “So what exactly happened between you and Graham today then?” You queried. “Well you saw the email didn’t you, he was talking shit about you and I wouldn’t stand for his crap anymore. I figured he was at the squash courts and to be completely honest I had no idea what I was gonna do. I’ve only really been in one fight in a strip club and it didn’t really work out too well for me” He squirmed against the cushions of the couch trying and failing to get comfortable. “Here let’s take a look at you.” You moved closer to him, your fingers brushing over the buttons on his shirt. “So who threw the first punch?” You asked undoing the buttons slowly. His chest was marred with a few red marks, welts where nail had pressed too far into the skin. You wondered whether it was you or Graham that had him looking this way. “I did, he was belittling you, saying you’re just taking pity on me cause I was in your office. He called you things you should never call anyone and I just lost it”

Your fingers coasted along his skin, but you retracted when he winced in pain. “Sorry, i’ll be careful” you apologised. “I don’t mind. It doesn’t hurt that much” He cracked a smile. “Well thank you Stuart, for defending me” Your voice was small. “It’s not like you need protecting though does it Dani. You look like you can do it yourself, I watched the punch. You’ve done that before” he tickled your ribs and you laughed, squirming away from him. “Yeah, I have older sisters, they taught me not to take shit from people” you smiled thinking of your family back home. “Now, I assume you’ve got a first aid kit around here somewhere?” he shook his head. “Okay well i’ll see what I can do” You walked through his apartment into the bathroom, wetting a face towel and returning to the couch. “Okay you’re gonna have to brace yourself. It’s gonna be cold.” You pressed the towel against his chest. “YOU SAID IT WAS COLD NOT BALTIC!” he shouted, recoiling from you. “Stop being such a baby. Come here.” You straddled across him, securing him in place. “Okay Stuart, it’s baltic. Prepare yourself.” He sucked his lip between his teeth in preparation. When the towel hit his skin again he winced but stayed in place.  

“I know I thanked you already but I mean it. Thank you for defending me, I know you didn’t have to do that because it’s not like i’m your girlfriend or anything but-” He cut you off, his lips pressing against yours. His hands found yours and the towel between his skin and your fingers and deftly removing them from him.He pulled away from you his eyes darker than before, his glasses slightly fogged over from your breath. “I did it cause I want you to be my girlfriend Dani. I wouldn’t do that for just anyone. I could lose the job that I worked tirelessly for years to get” You struggled to speak, you were confused by his words. “So you mean?” You choked out. “Yes that’s what I mean.” His eyes flickered to your lips, his fingers hot on your waist. “Okay” Words were no longer needed as his mouth found yours, his grip on your skin getting tighter. Your skirt rode higher up your leg as his hands roamed across your torso. He pulled from you, undoing the buttons on your shirt as his eyes trailed across your skin. You felt naked in front of him for the first time, unsure of yourself. His lips dropped to your chest and you surged towards him. A flame started within you, small but growing with every kiss that landed on your skin. He rolled you onto your back, his cracked knuckles coasting over skin as he fumbled with the zipper on your skirt. Your eyes were heavy as you looked down on him. His shirt lay open, the bruises on his chest darker in the shadows.  

He kissed across your body, every kiss fuelling the fire that he had started. You pulled on his shoulders bringing him closer to your body. Your fingers gripped at the material of his shirt pulling it down his arms. He rolled against you, his fingers pushing your skirt down your thighs. Your breath caught in your chest as he moved his fingers over the skin he exposed. Lips coasted on your stomach, peppering along your hip bones. You lost yourself in his touch, your fingers laced in his hair, the strands trapped between your fingers. He moved along your thighs, intent on kissing every inch of your body. The heat inside of you spread like wildfire, consuming you. You needed him closer as close as you possibly could. “Stuart” Your words came as a whisper, his head snapping up to look at you. “I need you to come here.” You pulled on his hair softly, bringing him up your body. His eyes were hooded over with lust, his lips swollen. He lay against you, his body hard against yours. Latching your legs around him you pulled him closer your lips barely grazing against his. Pressing softly you felt his breathing stop as you trailed your fingers down his back. You were gentle, barely pressing on the soft skin. “It’s a bit awkward here, I can’t concentrate on you.” He pulled from your body leaving you cool to the touch. “Follow me” He disappeared behind double doors to the left of you and you followed, ridding yourself of the skirt that barely clung to you. Beyond the doors he lay on his bed, arms behind his head, his khakis already undone.  

Pulling your shirt from your body you crawled up the bed, your hips coming to rest on his. His fingers found your hair pulling you to kiss him. His lips were insistent on yours, moving from them down the concave of your neck, his fingers trailing patterns on your back. He pulled you closer to him, your hips snapping against his, the heat making you desperate for some kind of friction. You sat up, your fingers reaching behind you to rid yourself of your bra. His eyes searched over you before he rose to latch his lips onto your peaks. You could feel him twitch beneath you, his cock hard in his khakis. His tongue rolled over you, his teeth barely grazing your skin, but every time they did, pleasure coursed through your body like a wave. Your head rolled back, visions of colour playing behind closed lids. You reached between you, stroking over him, your thumb moving over his head. His breathing came hot on your skin and you pushed him down, careful not to hurt him. Moving down his body you undressed you both, his eyes never leaving the way you moved across him. He winced in pain as you caught a bruise on his chest. “I’m sorry” you whispered. “No need to be sorry. I can deal with it.” His voice was pained but you understood. Lying back on the bed, you pulled him closer your bodies intertwining. Lips met hungrily as his fingers brushed over your hips, pushing you flush against the bed.  

Moving atop you, he positioned himself between your legs, his fingers holding your legs in place behind the knees. As he pushed into you, you both breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure between your legs starting to ease as he filled you completely. He paused as you adjusted to him, your body starting to heat again. He moved slowly, hips moving in such a way that hit you all at once. He trailed his fingers down the back of your thigh as he thrust against you, soft moans escaping your mouth. He moved quickly, his fingers coming into contact with your clit. You cried out, the shock of his movements jarring your eyes open. “Sorry didn’t mean to make you jump” He spoke as he struck up his rhythm once again. The pressure that had been there began to grow again, getting stronger with every roll of his hips. His left hand coasted along your rib cage and over your shoulders, coming to rest on your hand. Lacing your fingers with his, you revelled in the way his right hand flickered over you, sending you spiralling into pleasure. You felt the pressure reach unbelievable heights before it exploded, cries leaving your mouth as you fell over the edge that you had been teetering on. You clenched around him, your fingers gripping his. His chest fell to yours, as he pushed further into you than before. His head found the crook of your neck, his fingers stilled against you. He kissed lazily along your skin, his breathing coming fast. His right hand pulled from the space where you two met, languidly moving to take your other hand. You felt his movements slow, his breathing hard on your skin as curse words vibrated against your skin.  

His hips jarred as he came, a sharp intake of breath as his orgasm crashed over him. He lay there, dizzied by his release. You ran your fingers through his hair as you rolled to your side. He fell to the bed, his glasses falling off his face in the process. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” Your voice was soft as you ran your fingertips over the swell of his eye. “No you didn’t hurt me. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m just, struggling to catch my breath. You’re gonna be the death of me Dani.” You smiled, wrapping the duvet around your body. “Are you sure? Cause I got an email that may be the death of me” Your heart dropped as you realised that it could be that you lose your job. “I just want you to know that HR called me in for a meeting to discuss the email that Graham sent out. Turns out they get wind of this shit real fast” you forced out a chuckle. Stuarts face dropped as he sat up against the pillows reaching into his bedside table. Producing a packet from the top drawer he passed it to you. “You may want to take one of these before I tell you what i’m about to tell you.” You took a cigarette from the packet placing it between your lips, watching as he did the same. “Did you get an email from Abigail? Abigail Lowery?” You nodded, drawing the smoke back in your mouth. “Well then we’re in deep shit. We have a history”