[Ghost Hunt]:: Lin + Mai Midday Break.
Title: Midday Break
Pairing: Koujo Lin + Taniyama Mai
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/sex/2,073
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Ghost Hunt.
Summary: Tea, a challenge, and the result of pent up frustrations.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For akinarei's birthday. Happy Birthday Aki! I hope you have a great one. :)
Lin supposed it started with a glance-- a fleeting moment where their eyes linked across his desk. A flash of skin at the collar when she leaned across the desk, placed a mug of tea on the solid oak , the sound of china against the wood barely audible. Full lips curved upward into a smile, the meaning relatively new to the one who offered it to him. The sway of her hips, the curve of her back, the way her hair was tucked behind her ear, the laughter and trust in her eyes, the way she paused in the doorway, smiled at him again over her shoulder. This smile was different--wide and open, betraying her age, her insecurity with the game they played.
It wasn’t until the door closed behind her with a click, that he could breath. He slumped back in his desk, studying the spiral of steam lifting off the amber liquid in the white mug. It was routine, a cup of tea in the afternoon when she came to the office after her classes; it was something he had begun to look forward to. The cup was delicately cradled in his hands, the delicate fragrance of the tea overwhelming his senses. He inhaled, tension seeping out of his body.
Taniyama-san beat, Mai. He could picture her frown when he addressed her formally, the slight tilt of her head, the hurt that she tried to hide reflected in her eyes.
He tried to make the tea last, lingering over it until the last swallow was bitter and cold. He pulled a case file toward him, typed out notes, and research in the quiet and peace of his office. The quiet lasted roughly an hour, before the sound of Taniyama-san exploding. More exactly, Taniyama-san getting into an argument with Naru over something. He couldn’t hear the details, mainly the outraged animalistic sounds that came from the young woman when she was angry. Or when Naru was ignoring her. Which was probably what was going on.
The office door banged open, was slammed shut, a huffing sound as Taniyama-san threw herself into one of the straight-backed chairs opposite his desk. Lin knew without looking that her face would be flushed, eyes bright, lower lip trembling as she fought not to continue her tirade- or cry. Thin arms would be crossed over her chest, legs crossed just as tightly, as she closed herself off. He liked this part of her as well. Despite the wild loss of control, and the fact that she was overemotional, as passionate people tended to be, she was still beautiful.
“That Naru….” Words were forced out through a locked jaw. One hand darted out, capturing a pen from the container on his desk. It twirled in her fingers, before tapping angrily against her thigh. Lin didn’t rise to the bait. “He’s a jerk.”
Her hand slammed down on his desk, Lin’s attention drawn away from the computer to Taniyama-san. “All I did was offer to help with the order forms for equipment. He told me that I wouldn’t understand them.”
The order forms in question were in German, there was no way she would understand them. Naru, however, had brushed aside the help the easiest way possible. “You wouldn’t. They aren’t in Japanese.” He reached across the desk, fingers wrapping around her wrist, turned her hand over, studied the reddened palm. She winced though his touch was gentle.
“If you can refrain from further assaulting my workspace, I do have things you could do.” A glance toward a manila folder that contained cases and help requests.
Taniyama-san moved the chair closer to the desk, grabbed the folder and ruffled through the papers with more noise than was necessary. Crisis smoothed over for the moment, Lin turned back to the computer and his own work. Comfortable quiet settled between them, Lin acutely aware of her presence. The light perfume she wore went straight to his head, making him giddy with want.
It was delicate and sweet, a heady mixture that permeated everything. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in her neck and breathe deep the sugary sweet fragrance.
“Lin-san?” He was jarred out of his thoughts, turned his chair to her. She held up a case request that he and Naru had considered earlier in the week. “I think this might be worth looking into.” He nodded, took the packet from her. Their fingers brushed, an electric shock running through his straight to his groin. She smiled at him, and pulled her hand back. The office door opened, Naru pointedly ignoring Taniyama’s glare, to nod at Lin. The silent communication was effective, Naru was headed out for a few things, Lin agreeing to hold the office down.
With Naru gone however, the tension in the room rose, almost palatably. Lin’s eyes were drawn again and again to Taniyama-san. The way her brows furrowed slightly as she read the file was infatuating, one hand supporting her head, the other tapping lightly against the solid desk. He drank her appearance in. His eyes dropped to the hem of her skirt, the pleats falling mid-thigh, pale skin exposed. Lin tore his gaze away, mouth dry. He returned to his work, focusing on the minute details of the case report, fingers resting uncooperative on the keys of his keyboard.
“Lin-san” Her breath curled against his ear, her arms sliding over his shoulders. He felt her presence against the back of his own chair, “You always look, but never do anything.” Her hands splayed on his chest, small but sure.
“It’s okay if you want to touch, I want you to.” He watched, transfixed as her fingers moved down his body, feeling the chair shift as she leaned closer. His own hands came up, closed around hers, moving them away. His heart beat too loud, too fast, her touches awakening something he had buried long ago.
“Mai,” He turned his chair to face her. The heat in her eyes made him pause, recognizing that she was waiting for permission, but behind that the fear of rejection caused her body to tense. The logical part of his mind screamed at him to stop, the basic need for touch urged him on. He tugged her to him, tipped her chin up, mouth easing over hers in a kiss. Slow and possessive, allowing her the chance to pull away, or to give in. She responded clumsily, her hands again going to his chest, braced herself.
His tongue brushed her lower lip, pushed into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She slumped against him, his hand tangling in her hair, twisting the short strands in his fingers.
They parted, nose to nose, her breath coming in soft, panting gasps against his mouth. His hands had found their way to her hips, holding Mai close to him. Her fingers, feather light traced along his jaw, his cheek, along his lower lip--swollen from their kiss. She leaned in, kissed him, a soft exhale, brush of lips.
“Lin-san.” The temptress had been replaced by someone real and pure, someone who had nothing but want in her eyes for him.
The chair shifted, Lin grunted softly, the added weight of the young woman suddenly in his lap. Her legs straddled his thighs, her hands making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Nails scraped against skin, his back arching slightly under her touch. Lips and tongue tasting him, he struggled to keep his hands still, rested lightly on her hips steadying her. Allowed her to explore, to claim him as her own.
Lin's own need to touch led him to let his hands move from her hips to the flat of her stomach, slowly sliding up to cup her breasts through the starched material of her school shirt. Mai arched into his hands, her hips rolling against his. Lin groaned low in his throat, his own hips rising to meet hers.
His fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons of her shirt, noting the way her flush spread from her cheeks to her neck, slowly working down to her chest. Her hips continued to move against his, he could feel his own body tighten in response.
The frustration of the buttons was well worth the sound that tore from Mai's throat when his mouth closed over one breast. Her bra had been shoved off, hanging comically from one arm. He licked and sucked, pleased when her hand tightened in his hair, pressing him closer to her skin. Her other hand had worked between them, petting his erection through his pants. Lin nipped at her pale skin, liking the way she squirmed, and cried out.
Turnabout was fair play, his hand played up her thigh, fingers teasing along the fabric of her panties. She tensed, stilling against him. Her harsh breathing filled the quiet in the room, hands clutching at his shoulders. "Mai," waiting for permission, which came in the form of a shaky nod. One finger slipped into her panties, teasing along the soft skin. He toyed with her, touch gentle, sliding just inside of the girl. He glanced up, Mai was watching him, lower lip caught between her teeth. Lin kissed her cheek, voice a low rumble in his chest.
"I can stop." She was hot and tight around his finger, the feeling driving him wild, but knowing that patience is the only way to go.
"Don't stop."
"Have you?"
A nod, her blush darkening. Lin felt momentary jealousy rise, only to fade away when she shook her head, "It wasn't much." Mai's hips rolled, moving against the single digit inside her. He kissed her again, eased another finger into her.
Lin's breath hitched when the button and zipper of his slacks gave, the fabric pushed aside. The chair rolled back, squeaked, Mai shifted in his lap, only to straddle him once more, sinking down onto his length.
He forced himself to stay still, the tight heat surrounding his cock too much. Mai panted harshly in his ear, her hands clutching at his shoulder so hard her nails bit into his skin. Lin's touches moved, hands sliding up and down her back, reassuring her, wanting her to relax. Soft lips brushed her cheek, jaw, light kisses worked down her neck, the sugary sweet perfume once again washed over his senses.
The chair squeaked again, rocked when Mai started to move. Slender hips ground against his, Lin was fascinated with the feeling of her body sliding against his. Her touches mirrored his, Lin's hands sweeping up her torso, teasing touches stopping just short of where she wanted them to. Mai had found a rhythm, a triumphant gleam in her eyes when she leaned in to kiss him again. Lin smiled against her lips, hips rising up to meet hers, thrusting into her. They moved together, hands and lips caressing and teasing, touches both desperate and loving.
Mai came first, her moans muffled against Lin's shoulder. He held her close as she body shook against his, supported her weight as she slumped against him. She kissed his cheek lazily, a brush of lips against his skin. Lin kept her close, pace slowing as he continued to move up into her. It didn't take much longer for him to come, clutching at the girl in his lap, face pressed to her chest, bit his lip in desperation to keep quiet. As his heartbeat slowed he was aware of a light touch through his hair, Mai was murmuring things he couldn't quite hear, fingers combing his hair.
Lin could feel her heartbeat, still so fast, under his cheek, taste the salt of her skin. He wanted nothing more than to stay like that, connected, wrapped up in each other, but knew eventually that they would have to untangle. He reached out, caught the delicate hand that was tracing along his profile, their fingers entwining. Pressed kisses to each of her fingertips, teeth scraping along the pad of her middle finger, the soft gasp was something in this short time together, he had come to crave.
"Lin-san?" Her voice was low, rough, still breathless. He nodded, not trusting what would come out of his own mouth. "Tonight, can you come home with me?"
It was then that he lifted his head, looked up to her face, so open and hopeful. "Of course." 'Leaned in, kissed her mouth to seal the promise.
Pairing: Koujo Lin + Taniyama Mai
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/sex/2,073
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Ghost Hunt.
Summary: Tea, a challenge, and the result of pent up frustrations.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For akinarei's birthday. Happy Birthday Aki! I hope you have a great one. :)
Lin supposed it started with a glance-- a fleeting moment where their eyes linked across his desk. A flash of skin at the collar when she leaned across the desk, placed a mug of tea on the solid oak , the sound of china against the wood barely audible. Full lips curved upward into a smile, the meaning relatively new to the one who offered it to him. The sway of her hips, the curve of her back, the way her hair was tucked behind her ear, the laughter and trust in her eyes, the way she paused in the doorway, smiled at him again over her shoulder. This smile was different--wide and open, betraying her age, her insecurity with the game they played.
It wasn’t until the door closed behind her with a click, that he could breath. He slumped back in his desk, studying the spiral of steam lifting off the amber liquid in the white mug. It was routine, a cup of tea in the afternoon when she came to the office after her classes; it was something he had begun to look forward to. The cup was delicately cradled in his hands, the delicate fragrance of the tea overwhelming his senses. He inhaled, tension seeping out of his body.
Taniyama-san beat, Mai. He could picture her frown when he addressed her formally, the slight tilt of her head, the hurt that she tried to hide reflected in her eyes.
He tried to make the tea last, lingering over it until the last swallow was bitter and cold. He pulled a case file toward him, typed out notes, and research in the quiet and peace of his office. The quiet lasted roughly an hour, before the sound of Taniyama-san exploding. More exactly, Taniyama-san getting into an argument with Naru over something. He couldn’t hear the details, mainly the outraged animalistic sounds that came from the young woman when she was angry. Or when Naru was ignoring her. Which was probably what was going on.
The office door banged open, was slammed shut, a huffing sound as Taniyama-san threw herself into one of the straight-backed chairs opposite his desk. Lin knew without looking that her face would be flushed, eyes bright, lower lip trembling as she fought not to continue her tirade- or cry. Thin arms would be crossed over her chest, legs crossed just as tightly, as she closed herself off. He liked this part of her as well. Despite the wild loss of control, and the fact that she was overemotional, as passionate people tended to be, she was still beautiful.
“That Naru….” Words were forced out through a locked jaw. One hand darted out, capturing a pen from the container on his desk. It twirled in her fingers, before tapping angrily against her thigh. Lin didn’t rise to the bait. “He’s a jerk.”
Her hand slammed down on his desk, Lin’s attention drawn away from the computer to Taniyama-san. “All I did was offer to help with the order forms for equipment. He told me that I wouldn’t understand them.”
The order forms in question were in German, there was no way she would understand them. Naru, however, had brushed aside the help the easiest way possible. “You wouldn’t. They aren’t in Japanese.” He reached across the desk, fingers wrapping around her wrist, turned her hand over, studied the reddened palm. She winced though his touch was gentle.
“If you can refrain from further assaulting my workspace, I do have things you could do.” A glance toward a manila folder that contained cases and help requests.
Taniyama-san moved the chair closer to the desk, grabbed the folder and ruffled through the papers with more noise than was necessary. Crisis smoothed over for the moment, Lin turned back to the computer and his own work. Comfortable quiet settled between them, Lin acutely aware of her presence. The light perfume she wore went straight to his head, making him giddy with want.
It was delicate and sweet, a heady mixture that permeated everything. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in her neck and breathe deep the sugary sweet fragrance.
“Lin-san?” He was jarred out of his thoughts, turned his chair to her. She held up a case request that he and Naru had considered earlier in the week. “I think this might be worth looking into.” He nodded, took the packet from her. Their fingers brushed, an electric shock running through his straight to his groin. She smiled at him, and pulled her hand back. The office door opened, Naru pointedly ignoring Taniyama’s glare, to nod at Lin. The silent communication was effective, Naru was headed out for a few things, Lin agreeing to hold the office down.
With Naru gone however, the tension in the room rose, almost palatably. Lin’s eyes were drawn again and again to Taniyama-san. The way her brows furrowed slightly as she read the file was infatuating, one hand supporting her head, the other tapping lightly against the solid desk. He drank her appearance in. His eyes dropped to the hem of her skirt, the pleats falling mid-thigh, pale skin exposed. Lin tore his gaze away, mouth dry. He returned to his work, focusing on the minute details of the case report, fingers resting uncooperative on the keys of his keyboard.
“Lin-san” Her breath curled against his ear, her arms sliding over his shoulders. He felt her presence against the back of his own chair, “You always look, but never do anything.” Her hands splayed on his chest, small but sure.
“It’s okay if you want to touch, I want you to.” He watched, transfixed as her fingers moved down his body, feeling the chair shift as she leaned closer. His own hands came up, closed around hers, moving them away. His heart beat too loud, too fast, her touches awakening something he had buried long ago.
“Mai,” He turned his chair to face her. The heat in her eyes made him pause, recognizing that she was waiting for permission, but behind that the fear of rejection caused her body to tense. The logical part of his mind screamed at him to stop, the basic need for touch urged him on. He tugged her to him, tipped her chin up, mouth easing over hers in a kiss. Slow and possessive, allowing her the chance to pull away, or to give in. She responded clumsily, her hands again going to his chest, braced herself.
His tongue brushed her lower lip, pushed into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She slumped against him, his hand tangling in her hair, twisting the short strands in his fingers.
They parted, nose to nose, her breath coming in soft, panting gasps against his mouth. His hands had found their way to her hips, holding Mai close to him. Her fingers, feather light traced along his jaw, his cheek, along his lower lip--swollen from their kiss. She leaned in, kissed him, a soft exhale, brush of lips.
“Lin-san.” The temptress had been replaced by someone real and pure, someone who had nothing but want in her eyes for him.
The chair shifted, Lin grunted softly, the added weight of the young woman suddenly in his lap. Her legs straddled his thighs, her hands making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Nails scraped against skin, his back arching slightly under her touch. Lips and tongue tasting him, he struggled to keep his hands still, rested lightly on her hips steadying her. Allowed her to explore, to claim him as her own.
Lin's own need to touch led him to let his hands move from her hips to the flat of her stomach, slowly sliding up to cup her breasts through the starched material of her school shirt. Mai arched into his hands, her hips rolling against his. Lin groaned low in his throat, his own hips rising to meet hers.
His fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons of her shirt, noting the way her flush spread from her cheeks to her neck, slowly working down to her chest. Her hips continued to move against his, he could feel his own body tighten in response.
The frustration of the buttons was well worth the sound that tore from Mai's throat when his mouth closed over one breast. Her bra had been shoved off, hanging comically from one arm. He licked and sucked, pleased when her hand tightened in his hair, pressing him closer to her skin. Her other hand had worked between them, petting his erection through his pants. Lin nipped at her pale skin, liking the way she squirmed, and cried out.
Turnabout was fair play, his hand played up her thigh, fingers teasing along the fabric of her panties. She tensed, stilling against him. Her harsh breathing filled the quiet in the room, hands clutching at his shoulders. "Mai," waiting for permission, which came in the form of a shaky nod. One finger slipped into her panties, teasing along the soft skin. He toyed with her, touch gentle, sliding just inside of the girl. He glanced up, Mai was watching him, lower lip caught between her teeth. Lin kissed her cheek, voice a low rumble in his chest.
"I can stop." She was hot and tight around his finger, the feeling driving him wild, but knowing that patience is the only way to go.
"Don't stop."
"Have you?"
A nod, her blush darkening. Lin felt momentary jealousy rise, only to fade away when she shook her head, "It wasn't much." Mai's hips rolled, moving against the single digit inside her. He kissed her again, eased another finger into her.
Lin's breath hitched when the button and zipper of his slacks gave, the fabric pushed aside. The chair rolled back, squeaked, Mai shifted in his lap, only to straddle him once more, sinking down onto his length.
He forced himself to stay still, the tight heat surrounding his cock too much. Mai panted harshly in his ear, her hands clutching at his shoulder so hard her nails bit into his skin. Lin's touches moved, hands sliding up and down her back, reassuring her, wanting her to relax. Soft lips brushed her cheek, jaw, light kisses worked down her neck, the sugary sweet perfume once again washed over his senses.
The chair squeaked again, rocked when Mai started to move. Slender hips ground against his, Lin was fascinated with the feeling of her body sliding against his. Her touches mirrored his, Lin's hands sweeping up her torso, teasing touches stopping just short of where she wanted them to. Mai had found a rhythm, a triumphant gleam in her eyes when she leaned in to kiss him again. Lin smiled against her lips, hips rising up to meet hers, thrusting into her. They moved together, hands and lips caressing and teasing, touches both desperate and loving.
Mai came first, her moans muffled against Lin's shoulder. He held her close as she body shook against his, supported her weight as she slumped against him. She kissed his cheek lazily, a brush of lips against his skin. Lin kept her close, pace slowing as he continued to move up into her. It didn't take much longer for him to come, clutching at the girl in his lap, face pressed to her chest, bit his lip in desperation to keep quiet. As his heartbeat slowed he was aware of a light touch through his hair, Mai was murmuring things he couldn't quite hear, fingers combing his hair.
Lin could feel her heartbeat, still so fast, under his cheek, taste the salt of her skin. He wanted nothing more than to stay like that, connected, wrapped up in each other, but knew eventually that they would have to untangle. He reached out, caught the delicate hand that was tracing along his profile, their fingers entwining. Pressed kisses to each of her fingertips, teeth scraping along the pad of her middle finger, the soft gasp was something in this short time together, he had come to crave.
"Lin-san?" Her voice was low, rough, still breathless. He nodded, not trusting what would come out of his own mouth. "Tonight, can you come home with me?"
It was then that he lifted his head, looked up to her face, so open and hopeful. "Of course." 'Leaned in, kissed her mouth to seal the promise.