Fic: Up to no good (2/2)
Title: Up to no good
Fandom: Murder Call
Characters: Tessa Vance, Steve Hayden
Prompt: 078. Where?
Word Count: 1498
Rating: Mature
Summary: Request from tempe_brennandr. Smut and discipline in Steve's office.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Jennifer Rowe, Hal McElroy and Southern Star. I make no profit out of this.
PART ONE
UP TO NO GOOD
“Hey. You wanted to see me?” Knocking on the doorframe, Tessa popped her head inside Steve’s office.
Steve seemed to perk up and he sat up straight. “Yeah. Close the door, will you?”
“Oh. Okay.” Slightly perturbed, Tessa stepped inside and did as she was told, then approached his desk. “Something on your mind?”
“Yes, actually…” Pushing back his chair, Steve got to his feet and walked around her to the windows facing the rest of Central Homicide. With expert motions, he closed the blinders: a sign to everyone that he was in a private meeting and anyone who wanted him had to either knock on the door or phone him. Once done, he turned back to her with a slightly cocky smile. “I’ve gotten a complaint about you, Sergeant.”
Tessa raised an eyebrow, noting the subtle tease in his tone. “Oh?”
Steve nodded seriously. “Wrongful arrest, disrespecting a superior officer…” He grinned widely as he approached and settled his hands on her hips. “Quite serious allegations.”
A flutter went up Tessa’s spine when she caught on, and a hesitant smirk crossed her lips, mingled with the sudden fear that someone might walk in unannounced. “Indeed. Who’s the complainant?”
“Someone who’d like to be anonymous at this stage.” Steve ran his hands up underneath Tessa’s suit jacket and to the small of her back, then down to her round bottom. With firm steps, he forced her backwards until she was pushed up against his desk, her breath growing heavier by the second.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” Tessa said, smirking slightly even as her heart hammered in her chest and an insistent pulsation started between her legs.
She raised her hands to grab onto Steve’s shoulders, prepared for him to hoist her up onto his desktop. Instead, he removed his hands and then plucked her hands off him, denying her further contact.
“Even so, I’ll have to investigate this.” Placing her hands on the edges of his desk, Steve leaned towards her, his breath hot on the skin of her neck. “Thoroughly.”
Tessa’s eyes closed briefly, lost in the tantalising sensation of Steve ghosting her skin with his warm kisses. She gripped the desk hard, shifting impatiently on her feet, her suit jacket already too hot for her. When Steve’s hand suddenly trailed up underneath her skirt, she shuddered and gasped.
Before he could reach the apex of her thighs, however, he withdrew completely and took two steps back. “Turn around, Sergeant.”
Glaring at him for stopping, Tessa nonetheless did as commanded. Not able to see him, she could feel the tension rise within her. All she could rely on was her other senses: how his shoes creaked slightly on the floor when he moved, how his clothes rustled, how his sheer presence seemed to envelop her before his hands did. When she felt his hands guide her to lean down against the desktop, causing her bottom to jut out into the air, the pulsation between her legs throbbed hard. More so when she felt his hardness brush up against her butt cheeks before withdrawing.
“Spread your legs,” Steve muttered lowly into her ear, his breath hot.
She complied, her heartbeat racing, and she gasped when his hands began to pat her down. Arms first, wrist to shoulder and back. Then her back, hips, outside of her legs, up the insides of her thighs, pulling her skirt up slightly. With a slow caress, Steve felt his way across her hips to the front of her pelvis, briefly cupping her sex before continuing up her abdomen, the underside of her breasts, and finally the buttons of her shirt. One by one, he unbuttoned them, just enough that he could feast his hand upon her bra-covered breasts.
Tessa moaned at the touch, her legs shaking slightly, and longed for friction against her throbbing bundle of nerves. When his fingers slipped inside her bra and twirled a nipple between them, she nearly came undone.
“Not too loud now, Sergeant,” Steve whispered against her neck, his groin brushing up against her bottom again. “Don’t want to end up as an anonymous note on the bulletin board, do you?”
“No,” Tessa gasped, tilting her neck so that he had easier access…which only made him ignore it and chuckle as he did it.
“So how about those allegations. Any truth to them?” Steve’s voice was a low drawl, husky and smooth, his motions slow and teasing. The hand not flicking her nipple trailed down her abdomen to her pelvis, teasing her through her skirt.
“Yes,” Tessa whispered, bucking against his touch, wanting the friction he so cruelly withheld.
“That’s a shame,” Steve said and dropped several open-mouthed kisses on her neck. His hand snuck to her bottom and squeezed it almost painfully, sending another heavy throbbing through her nervous system. “I’ll have to discipline you then.”
Tessa’s eyes closed, lost in the sensations his simple touch and presence could evoke from her. This certainly wasn’t what she’d pictured when coming into his office. The event with the handcuffs had been a few weeks ago; she’d completely forgot the veiled promise he’d given her.
She hadn’t forgotten what he’d said back then, though, and she smirked. “Do your worst. Sir.”
Steve’s hands squeezed her hard, his teeth nipping her skin, and he pushed himself flush up against her. The contact was titillating, making her gasp; she wanted nothing more in that moment than to have him bunch up her skirt and take her from behind.
Distantly, she knew she should be worried about someone walking in on them. Somehow, she didn’t care, though. Instead, she focused on how his hand trailed down her thigh and up underneath her skirt, finally finding that little bud that’d undo her in seconds. With a rough press, he rubbed his fingers against it and her whole body trembled in pleasure. Playing with her nipples increased the tension coiling in her core and Tessa moaned silently, arching her back against him, hot and lost.
She lost sense of time as he opened his zipper and rubbed his hardness against her core, then pushed her underwear aside so he could enter her. Both of them sighed at the contact, their bodies tense, impatient.
After a moment, Steve pushed her further down onto his desk and then settled his hands on her hips. Catching on, Tessa braced herself, her breasts rubbing against the hard desktop, and struggled not to cry out as Steve pulled out and then slammed into her. Before long, he’d set a gruelling pace, wet slaps of skin echoing inside the office, their grunts and moans hardly getting past gritted teeth.
Tessa could feel her legs slowly turning to jelly, shaking and barely able to keep her upright. Explosions were running through her body, small at first, then building into a fireworks of sensations racing for the precipice. When Steve’s hand rubbed against her bundle of nerves, she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek and came with a roaring tsunami, collapsing onto Steve’s desk. Only his hands were able to keep her in place and he quickened his pace until he tensed against her and had to support himself on the desktop too.
With a groan, he slipped out of her and Tessa missed him already, even though she was completely spent. Eventually, she began to chuckle slightly and reached down to adjust her soaked underwear and her skirt. On shaky legs, she turned and finally faced Steve, who looked as flushed and flustered as she felt.
They both grinned.
“Think you’ll need to air out this room before you let anyone else in,” Tessa said, taking off her jacket in an attempt to cool down.
“Good idea.” Catching his breath, Steve walked over to the outside window and opened it, a cool breeze immediately surging through the room. “Good thing this office is soundproof.”
Tessa sauntered around his desk and opened the bottommost drawer, pulling out a pack of wet wipes from it. “Good thing you’re prepared this time.”
Steve just grinned.
“You’re not using these when I’m not around, are you?” Tessa held one of the wet wipes between her fingers for emphasis, her lips quirked in a teasing smirk.
“And if I were, could you blame me?” Accepting a wet wipe, Steve made quick process of it and then discarded it in the waste bin along with Tessa’s. Once done, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her close for a hug and a drawn-out kiss. “I have to watch you all day and barely be allowed to touch you.”
“You poor thing,” Tessa teased and caressed his cheek. “Well, we both know the longer I stay in here with the blinders closed, the worse the rumours are going to be.”
Steve hugged her closer and stole another kiss. “I think you can afford to wait a little while longer.”
Tessa’s chest warmed comfortably and her smile widened, feeling incredibly loved. “All right.”
FIN
Fandom: Murder Call
Characters: Tessa Vance, Steve Hayden
Prompt: 078. Where?
Word Count: 1498
Rating: Mature
Summary: Request from tempe_brennandr. Smut and discipline in Steve's office.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to Jennifer Rowe, Hal McElroy and Southern Star. I make no profit out of this.
PART ONE
UP TO NO GOOD
“Hey. You wanted to see me?” Knocking on the doorframe, Tessa popped her head inside Steve’s office.
Steve seemed to perk up and he sat up straight. “Yeah. Close the door, will you?”
“Oh. Okay.” Slightly perturbed, Tessa stepped inside and did as she was told, then approached his desk. “Something on your mind?”
“Yes, actually…” Pushing back his chair, Steve got to his feet and walked around her to the windows facing the rest of Central Homicide. With expert motions, he closed the blinders: a sign to everyone that he was in a private meeting and anyone who wanted him had to either knock on the door or phone him. Once done, he turned back to her with a slightly cocky smile. “I’ve gotten a complaint about you, Sergeant.”
Tessa raised an eyebrow, noting the subtle tease in his tone. “Oh?”
Steve nodded seriously. “Wrongful arrest, disrespecting a superior officer…” He grinned widely as he approached and settled his hands on her hips. “Quite serious allegations.”
A flutter went up Tessa’s spine when she caught on, and a hesitant smirk crossed her lips, mingled with the sudden fear that someone might walk in unannounced. “Indeed. Who’s the complainant?”
“Someone who’d like to be anonymous at this stage.” Steve ran his hands up underneath Tessa’s suit jacket and to the small of her back, then down to her round bottom. With firm steps, he forced her backwards until she was pushed up against his desk, her breath growing heavier by the second.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” Tessa said, smirking slightly even as her heart hammered in her chest and an insistent pulsation started between her legs.
She raised her hands to grab onto Steve’s shoulders, prepared for him to hoist her up onto his desktop. Instead, he removed his hands and then plucked her hands off him, denying her further contact.
“Even so, I’ll have to investigate this.” Placing her hands on the edges of his desk, Steve leaned towards her, his breath hot on the skin of her neck. “Thoroughly.”
Tessa’s eyes closed briefly, lost in the tantalising sensation of Steve ghosting her skin with his warm kisses. She gripped the desk hard, shifting impatiently on her feet, her suit jacket already too hot for her. When Steve’s hand suddenly trailed up underneath her skirt, she shuddered and gasped.
Before he could reach the apex of her thighs, however, he withdrew completely and took two steps back. “Turn around, Sergeant.”
Glaring at him for stopping, Tessa nonetheless did as commanded. Not able to see him, she could feel the tension rise within her. All she could rely on was her other senses: how his shoes creaked slightly on the floor when he moved, how his clothes rustled, how his sheer presence seemed to envelop her before his hands did. When she felt his hands guide her to lean down against the desktop, causing her bottom to jut out into the air, the pulsation between her legs throbbed hard. More so when she felt his hardness brush up against her butt cheeks before withdrawing.
“Spread your legs,” Steve muttered lowly into her ear, his breath hot.
She complied, her heartbeat racing, and she gasped when his hands began to pat her down. Arms first, wrist to shoulder and back. Then her back, hips, outside of her legs, up the insides of her thighs, pulling her skirt up slightly. With a slow caress, Steve felt his way across her hips to the front of her pelvis, briefly cupping her sex before continuing up her abdomen, the underside of her breasts, and finally the buttons of her shirt. One by one, he unbuttoned them, just enough that he could feast his hand upon her bra-covered breasts.
Tessa moaned at the touch, her legs shaking slightly, and longed for friction against her throbbing bundle of nerves. When his fingers slipped inside her bra and twirled a nipple between them, she nearly came undone.
“Not too loud now, Sergeant,” Steve whispered against her neck, his groin brushing up against her bottom again. “Don’t want to end up as an anonymous note on the bulletin board, do you?”
“No,” Tessa gasped, tilting her neck so that he had easier access…which only made him ignore it and chuckle as he did it.
“So how about those allegations. Any truth to them?” Steve’s voice was a low drawl, husky and smooth, his motions slow and teasing. The hand not flicking her nipple trailed down her abdomen to her pelvis, teasing her through her skirt.
“Yes,” Tessa whispered, bucking against his touch, wanting the friction he so cruelly withheld.
“That’s a shame,” Steve said and dropped several open-mouthed kisses on her neck. His hand snuck to her bottom and squeezed it almost painfully, sending another heavy throbbing through her nervous system. “I’ll have to discipline you then.”
Tessa’s eyes closed, lost in the sensations his simple touch and presence could evoke from her. This certainly wasn’t what she’d pictured when coming into his office. The event with the handcuffs had been a few weeks ago; she’d completely forgot the veiled promise he’d given her.
She hadn’t forgotten what he’d said back then, though, and she smirked. “Do your worst. Sir.”
Steve’s hands squeezed her hard, his teeth nipping her skin, and he pushed himself flush up against her. The contact was titillating, making her gasp; she wanted nothing more in that moment than to have him bunch up her skirt and take her from behind.
Distantly, she knew she should be worried about someone walking in on them. Somehow, she didn’t care, though. Instead, she focused on how his hand trailed down her thigh and up underneath her skirt, finally finding that little bud that’d undo her in seconds. With a rough press, he rubbed his fingers against it and her whole body trembled in pleasure. Playing with her nipples increased the tension coiling in her core and Tessa moaned silently, arching her back against him, hot and lost.
She lost sense of time as he opened his zipper and rubbed his hardness against her core, then pushed her underwear aside so he could enter her. Both of them sighed at the contact, their bodies tense, impatient.
After a moment, Steve pushed her further down onto his desk and then settled his hands on her hips. Catching on, Tessa braced herself, her breasts rubbing against the hard desktop, and struggled not to cry out as Steve pulled out and then slammed into her. Before long, he’d set a gruelling pace, wet slaps of skin echoing inside the office, their grunts and moans hardly getting past gritted teeth.
Tessa could feel her legs slowly turning to jelly, shaking and barely able to keep her upright. Explosions were running through her body, small at first, then building into a fireworks of sensations racing for the precipice. When Steve’s hand rubbed against her bundle of nerves, she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek and came with a roaring tsunami, collapsing onto Steve’s desk. Only his hands were able to keep her in place and he quickened his pace until he tensed against her and had to support himself on the desktop too.
With a groan, he slipped out of her and Tessa missed him already, even though she was completely spent. Eventually, she began to chuckle slightly and reached down to adjust her soaked underwear and her skirt. On shaky legs, she turned and finally faced Steve, who looked as flushed and flustered as she felt.
They both grinned.
“Think you’ll need to air out this room before you let anyone else in,” Tessa said, taking off her jacket in an attempt to cool down.
“Good idea.” Catching his breath, Steve walked over to the outside window and opened it, a cool breeze immediately surging through the room. “Good thing this office is soundproof.”
Tessa sauntered around his desk and opened the bottommost drawer, pulling out a pack of wet wipes from it. “Good thing you’re prepared this time.”
Steve just grinned.
“You’re not using these when I’m not around, are you?” Tessa held one of the wet wipes between her fingers for emphasis, her lips quirked in a teasing smirk.
“And if I were, could you blame me?” Accepting a wet wipe, Steve made quick process of it and then discarded it in the waste bin along with Tessa’s. Once done, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her close for a hug and a drawn-out kiss. “I have to watch you all day and barely be allowed to touch you.”
“You poor thing,” Tessa teased and caressed his cheek. “Well, we both know the longer I stay in here with the blinders closed, the worse the rumours are going to be.”
Steve hugged her closer and stole another kiss. “I think you can afford to wait a little while longer.”
Tessa’s chest warmed comfortably and her smile widened, feeling incredibly loved. “All right.”
FIN