"A Professional Relationship" Part 2
Fandom: Portal
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: M
Summary: Cave and Caroline spend a late night at the office.
Notes: I sense a fic getting out of my control again... Oh boy >.<
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
“Can you guess what I need now?”
They were drawn together like magnets. Suddenly she was in his lap, her face enticingly close, close enough that he felt her breath on his mouth as she replied, “Yes sir, Mr. Johnson.”
He didn’t know who started the kiss, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was her sweet soft lips on his. She pressed her body into him with a tiny moan. The sound flooded him with confidence-she was asking for it. And Cave Johnson was damn sure going to deliver.
Before she could blink she was on her back, draped across the yellow upholstery of the sofa, with his weight spread on top of her. His hungry mouth devoured hers, biting and sucking at her virgin lips, exploring her with his tongue. She felt suddenly lightheaded and realized she was breathing his breath. The thought was intoxicating. She twined her tongue around his-spurred on by her enthusiasm, he kissed her harder and shifted to lie squarely between her legs. Her legs wrapped instinctively around him as he crushed her into the cushions.
At last his mouth let hers up to breathe. Starved for air, she took a few gasping breaths and panted, “Mr. Johnson-!”
She looked exquisite lying there, wide-eyed and openmouthed beneath him. As he absorbed the sight his face broke into a devilish grin. Don’t you worry, kiddo. Cave’s gonna take good care of you…
His mouth found hers again, but when her lips parted willingly to let him in he only nipped at the lower for a moment before moving on. He nosed below her jawline with a kiss, mouthing the sensitive skin below her ear, drinking in the scent of her hair-flowery sweetness overlying a warm animal smell that went straight to his groin. He groaned deeply, his hot breath on her skin sending shivers through her body, making her arch helplessly into him. Her desperate hands clutched at the small of his back. He thrust into her at the touch.
She felt him hard between her legs and ground her hips into his, counting in the back of her mind the layers of fabric between them-boxers, pants, panties, three; her skirt was already up around her waist. When did that happen? Her common sense howled, What the hell are you doing? Wake up! But this wasn’t a dream. His mouth moving lower, sucking hard at her throat, was very real. She felt her nipples harden, felt wetness slick on her thighs, felt every movement against her thin cotton panties sending shocks through the flesh underneath. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body wanted more.
His fingers found the buttons of her blouse and tore them open to the navel. He ran his tongue over the tops of her breasts, making her whimper and writhe beneath him, and groped at the tender mounds through her bra as his mouth found hers again. She let the electricity of his kiss drown out the panicked voice in the back of her head, let herself succumb to the carnal lust in the pit of her stomach, let her mind go blank-
His hands disappeared between their tangled legs, fumbling at his fly-
GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT NOW!
And suddenly she was across the room. He looked up at her in utter confusion. “Caroline-”
“Mr. Johnson-I can’t, sir-I’m sorry-” Clutching her blouse closed with one hand, she backed towards the door.
He stumbled up from the sofa and followed. “Caroline-”
“I have to go.”
“Caroline!”
But the door closed in his face, and she was gone.
He stared at it openmouthed, not quite sure what just happened. Did she just walk out on Cave Johnson? Nobody walks out on Cave Johnson! Nobody left Cave Johnson gaping at a door like an idiot with a wilting erection, that teasing little I’m sorry, kid, please come back-
He sagged against the door in defeat. “Shit.”
After a moment to catch his breath, he sank shakily into his desk chair. What the hell was that? One second she was begging for it, the next she bolted like a scared rabbit. Crazy kid.
It didn’t matter. He could always get another girl, he was Cave Johnson-
But he didn’t want another girl. He wanted those sweet soft lips on his again, that warm body in his arms, those deep brown doe-eyes gazing into his heart. He’d wanted Caroline for years, and he’d finally gotten a taste of her, and now she was gone.
At least he’d see her at work in the morning. If she came to work in the morning.
If she ever came to work again.
“Shit.” What if she quits? The thought of being forced to replace her was more than he wanted to consider right now. He couldn’t imagine the office without her constant cheerful presence, always at his beck and call, always ready to brighten his day with a smile. Who’s gonna make my coffee? He felt terribly abandoned. If you quit on me, Caroline, I’m gonna fire you. I will fire your cute little ass. Please come back.
She was one in a million, and he just scared her off, probably for good. He hunched morosely over his desk. “Cave, you handsome devil-you are a shithead. You are a colossal shithead.” He spared the door one last hopeless glance before letting his head fall into his hands. “There goes the best damn thing that ever happened to you.”
What the hell was that?
Caroline slumped against the closed door, panting, her heart thundering in her ears. Her hand went to her throat, where his kiss still burned on her skin, then trailed unconsciously down between her breasts-the memory of his mouth on them made her knees go weak. She took a deep breath, in and out, and sank to the floor.
Okay. Think. Think, Caroline. Shut up! Her brain hissed this last order to the wildcat arousal yowling in her belly. From the waist down she wanted nothing more than to burst back in there and make sweet love to him until sunrise-actually that sounded pretty good from the waist up, too-
But we’re not going to do that, are we? We’re going to calmly, logically think up a plan of action. One that doesn’t involve getting pregnant, and losing your job, and living on the streets, and becoming a prostitute-
Stop it. I’m not in one of those crazy stories Sister Francis used to tell us.
But this is how they start-
Shush! I just… I just need a plan. I have to think.
Her purse was within arm’s length, on the floor by her desk. She fished out her compact and checked herself in the mirror-a dark lovebite stood out starkly against the pale flesh of her throat. Her lips whispered “Shoot,” but her mind said Shit. No amount of pretending nothing happened would make that go away.
And yet, there was something oddly gratifying about seeing the mark he left on her. It sent a twinge zinging to her still-hard nipples and down between her legs. Evidence.
Evidence of what?
Of your whoring.
I wasn’t whoring.
Oh no? What else do you do with your skirt up to your waist and a man you’ve never even kissed before?
It’s not like he’s a stranger. He’s… Mr. Johnson. And the thought of him made her tingle from head to toe. She bit her lip, still very aware of her arousal.
Is that supposed to make it better? He’s your boss! You spent five years trying to earn his respect, and you just threw it all away. You’re no better than a tramp.
He didn’t treat me like a tramp. She felt his strong arms around her again, twirling her about like a princess. ‘I don’t know how I ever got by without you…’ He treated me like I was special.
He wanted to sleep with you. That’s what men do. You’re just a dumb little girl he can have his way with for a night and then take out with the trash in the morning.
But he’d never made advances on her before, and he hadn’t tonight until she admitted her crush. He’s not like that. I know he’s not.
Are you sure? Are you an expert on men now, Miss Never-Been-Kissed? Take your shame and go home.
No.
We’ll call in the morning, and we’ll say I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson, but I can’t work for you anymore-
No!
You can’t stay, not after making a fool of yourself like this-
So what should I do? Become a nun? Leave Aperture? I don’t think so. The last five years had been the happiest of her life. She loved her job. She loved this company. Almost as much as she loved its founder.
No, she wasn’t leaving.
I’m going to go back in and talk to him like an adult. We will be civilized and proper. We will have a thorough discussion of our relationship, and continue from there.
It’ll be hard to discuss anything with his tongue down your throat, came a devilish thought from her libido.
Shush. If anything… happens… I’ll deal with it. I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself. She refused to acknowledge the way her heart started to pound when she made the decision, or the magnetic pull below her navel dragging her back inside. She was a levelheaded, sensible adult, not some hormone-crazed teenager.
So you won’t let him go all the way? Because that sounds like a great idea.
Shush!
She shoved her thoughts aside and reopened her compact. Looking herself over again, her eyes were drawn back to the blotch on her neck. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it… She managed to tear her eyes away. If she was going to act like a civilized person, she’d better try to look like one.
Her lipstick was beyond salvaging. She used a tissue to mop off what remained, smoothed her hair into some semblance of order, and-realizing abruptly that her bra was still showing-buttoned up the front of her blouse. There. A bit more presentable, at least. She got to her feet, steadfastly ignoring the slickness of her inner thighs rubbing together, and lay a hand on the doorknob when one last thought stopped her: What do you think’s going to happen if you go back in there?
She chewed worriedly at her lip. Would he be angry? Would he fire her anyway? Or would he try something else? I don’t know, she thought helplessly. I have no idea. But…
‘Science is all about the unknown. Why bother doing an experiment if you already know how it’ll go? Isn’t that right, Caroline?’
‘Yes sir, Mr. Johnson!’
Her hand twisted the doorknob. There’s only one way to find out.
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
EPILOGUE: Coming Soon
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: M
Summary: Cave and Caroline spend a late night at the office.
Notes: I sense a fic getting out of my control again... Oh boy >.<
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
“Can you guess what I need now?”
They were drawn together like magnets. Suddenly she was in his lap, her face enticingly close, close enough that he felt her breath on his mouth as she replied, “Yes sir, Mr. Johnson.”
He didn’t know who started the kiss, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was her sweet soft lips on his. She pressed her body into him with a tiny moan. The sound flooded him with confidence-she was asking for it. And Cave Johnson was damn sure going to deliver.
Before she could blink she was on her back, draped across the yellow upholstery of the sofa, with his weight spread on top of her. His hungry mouth devoured hers, biting and sucking at her virgin lips, exploring her with his tongue. She felt suddenly lightheaded and realized she was breathing his breath. The thought was intoxicating. She twined her tongue around his-spurred on by her enthusiasm, he kissed her harder and shifted to lie squarely between her legs. Her legs wrapped instinctively around him as he crushed her into the cushions.
At last his mouth let hers up to breathe. Starved for air, she took a few gasping breaths and panted, “Mr. Johnson-!”
She looked exquisite lying there, wide-eyed and openmouthed beneath him. As he absorbed the sight his face broke into a devilish grin. Don’t you worry, kiddo. Cave’s gonna take good care of you…
His mouth found hers again, but when her lips parted willingly to let him in he only nipped at the lower for a moment before moving on. He nosed below her jawline with a kiss, mouthing the sensitive skin below her ear, drinking in the scent of her hair-flowery sweetness overlying a warm animal smell that went straight to his groin. He groaned deeply, his hot breath on her skin sending shivers through her body, making her arch helplessly into him. Her desperate hands clutched at the small of his back. He thrust into her at the touch.
She felt him hard between her legs and ground her hips into his, counting in the back of her mind the layers of fabric between them-boxers, pants, panties, three; her skirt was already up around her waist. When did that happen? Her common sense howled, What the hell are you doing? Wake up! But this wasn’t a dream. His mouth moving lower, sucking hard at her throat, was very real. She felt her nipples harden, felt wetness slick on her thighs, felt every movement against her thin cotton panties sending shocks through the flesh underneath. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body wanted more.
His fingers found the buttons of her blouse and tore them open to the navel. He ran his tongue over the tops of her breasts, making her whimper and writhe beneath him, and groped at the tender mounds through her bra as his mouth found hers again. She let the electricity of his kiss drown out the panicked voice in the back of her head, let herself succumb to the carnal lust in the pit of her stomach, let her mind go blank-
His hands disappeared between their tangled legs, fumbling at his fly-
GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT NOW!
And suddenly she was across the room. He looked up at her in utter confusion. “Caroline-”
“Mr. Johnson-I can’t, sir-I’m sorry-” Clutching her blouse closed with one hand, she backed towards the door.
He stumbled up from the sofa and followed. “Caroline-”
“I have to go.”
“Caroline!”
But the door closed in his face, and she was gone.
He stared at it openmouthed, not quite sure what just happened. Did she just walk out on Cave Johnson? Nobody walks out on Cave Johnson! Nobody left Cave Johnson gaping at a door like an idiot with a wilting erection, that teasing little I’m sorry, kid, please come back-
He sagged against the door in defeat. “Shit.”
After a moment to catch his breath, he sank shakily into his desk chair. What the hell was that? One second she was begging for it, the next she bolted like a scared rabbit. Crazy kid.
It didn’t matter. He could always get another girl, he was Cave Johnson-
But he didn’t want another girl. He wanted those sweet soft lips on his again, that warm body in his arms, those deep brown doe-eyes gazing into his heart. He’d wanted Caroline for years, and he’d finally gotten a taste of her, and now she was gone.
At least he’d see her at work in the morning. If she came to work in the morning.
If she ever came to work again.
“Shit.” What if she quits? The thought of being forced to replace her was more than he wanted to consider right now. He couldn’t imagine the office without her constant cheerful presence, always at his beck and call, always ready to brighten his day with a smile. Who’s gonna make my coffee? He felt terribly abandoned. If you quit on me, Caroline, I’m gonna fire you. I will fire your cute little ass. Please come back.
She was one in a million, and he just scared her off, probably for good. He hunched morosely over his desk. “Cave, you handsome devil-you are a shithead. You are a colossal shithead.” He spared the door one last hopeless glance before letting his head fall into his hands. “There goes the best damn thing that ever happened to you.”
What the hell was that?
Caroline slumped against the closed door, panting, her heart thundering in her ears. Her hand went to her throat, where his kiss still burned on her skin, then trailed unconsciously down between her breasts-the memory of his mouth on them made her knees go weak. She took a deep breath, in and out, and sank to the floor.
Okay. Think. Think, Caroline. Shut up! Her brain hissed this last order to the wildcat arousal yowling in her belly. From the waist down she wanted nothing more than to burst back in there and make sweet love to him until sunrise-actually that sounded pretty good from the waist up, too-
But we’re not going to do that, are we? We’re going to calmly, logically think up a plan of action. One that doesn’t involve getting pregnant, and losing your job, and living on the streets, and becoming a prostitute-
Stop it. I’m not in one of those crazy stories Sister Francis used to tell us.
But this is how they start-
Shush! I just… I just need a plan. I have to think.
Her purse was within arm’s length, on the floor by her desk. She fished out her compact and checked herself in the mirror-a dark lovebite stood out starkly against the pale flesh of her throat. Her lips whispered “Shoot,” but her mind said Shit. No amount of pretending nothing happened would make that go away.
And yet, there was something oddly gratifying about seeing the mark he left on her. It sent a twinge zinging to her still-hard nipples and down between her legs. Evidence.
Evidence of what?
Of your whoring.
I wasn’t whoring.
Oh no? What else do you do with your skirt up to your waist and a man you’ve never even kissed before?
It’s not like he’s a stranger. He’s… Mr. Johnson. And the thought of him made her tingle from head to toe. She bit her lip, still very aware of her arousal.
Is that supposed to make it better? He’s your boss! You spent five years trying to earn his respect, and you just threw it all away. You’re no better than a tramp.
He didn’t treat me like a tramp. She felt his strong arms around her again, twirling her about like a princess. ‘I don’t know how I ever got by without you…’ He treated me like I was special.
He wanted to sleep with you. That’s what men do. You’re just a dumb little girl he can have his way with for a night and then take out with the trash in the morning.
But he’d never made advances on her before, and he hadn’t tonight until she admitted her crush. He’s not like that. I know he’s not.
Are you sure? Are you an expert on men now, Miss Never-Been-Kissed? Take your shame and go home.
No.
We’ll call in the morning, and we’ll say I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson, but I can’t work for you anymore-
No!
You can’t stay, not after making a fool of yourself like this-
So what should I do? Become a nun? Leave Aperture? I don’t think so. The last five years had been the happiest of her life. She loved her job. She loved this company. Almost as much as she loved its founder.
No, she wasn’t leaving.
I’m going to go back in and talk to him like an adult. We will be civilized and proper. We will have a thorough discussion of our relationship, and continue from there.
It’ll be hard to discuss anything with his tongue down your throat, came a devilish thought from her libido.
Shush. If anything… happens… I’ll deal with it. I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself. She refused to acknowledge the way her heart started to pound when she made the decision, or the magnetic pull below her navel dragging her back inside. She was a levelheaded, sensible adult, not some hormone-crazed teenager.
So you won’t let him go all the way? Because that sounds like a great idea.
Shush!
She shoved her thoughts aside and reopened her compact. Looking herself over again, her eyes were drawn back to the blotch on her neck. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it… She managed to tear her eyes away. If she was going to act like a civilized person, she’d better try to look like one.
Her lipstick was beyond salvaging. She used a tissue to mop off what remained, smoothed her hair into some semblance of order, and-realizing abruptly that her bra was still showing-buttoned up the front of her blouse. There. A bit more presentable, at least. She got to her feet, steadfastly ignoring the slickness of her inner thighs rubbing together, and lay a hand on the doorknob when one last thought stopped her: What do you think’s going to happen if you go back in there?
She chewed worriedly at her lip. Would he be angry? Would he fire her anyway? Or would he try something else? I don’t know, she thought helplessly. I have no idea. But…
‘Science is all about the unknown. Why bother doing an experiment if you already know how it’ll go? Isn’t that right, Caroline?’
‘Yes sir, Mr. Johnson!’
Her hand twisted the doorknob. There’s only one way to find out.
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
EPILOGUE: Coming Soon