"A Professional Relationship" Part 6
Fandom: Portal
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: T
Summary: Cave and Caroline spend a late night at the office.
Notes: And to ring out 2011, here's the last chapter of this fic! It has not been forgotten! Yay!
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
They lost track of time as they lay together, drifting along the edge of sleep, content with nothing but each other’s warm presence. She felt the rise and fall of breath, slow and even, in his belly, and when she snuggled close she could hear the heartbeat in his barrel chest. She sighed contentedly and brushed her lips against him. She’d never been so happy to do absolutely nothing. She didn’t often take time to enjoy a morning in bed-normally she’d be deep underground at her desk by this time of day. One of the simple pleasures she missed while she was at work.
Oh my god, WORK!
Her entire body jolted into action as she sprang out of bed. Moving faster than she could think, she bolted to where her closet should be-found no closet in this unfamiliar room-paused to think for a heartbeat and dove for her purse. I should’ve been there hours ago what if we get an important call what if the lab needs something what if we have an emergency and oh god I’m not there-
“Hey, hey, hey! Where’s the fire?”
She looked up from hooking on her bra to see her boss blinking at her in sleepy bemusement-but she didn’t have time to placate him now. She hurriedly settled her bra and shrugged her blouse over her shoulders, speaking quickly as she did up the buttons. “It’s time to get up, Mr. Johnson, we’ve got to get to work-”
“Easy, kiddo! Relax!” As she bent to snatch her panties from the floor, he caught her about the waist and held her tight.
“Sir-”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He nuzzled into her breasts and looked up at her with playful eyes.
“But we’re late, sir-”
“Caroline, who’s the boss?”
She reluctantly stopped trying to pull away. “You are, sir.”
“Damn straight!” he laughed. “It’s my company, I’ll go to work whenever I want!”
“But sir-”
“C’mere.” He pulled her onto his lap. “Here’s what you’re gonna do today. You’re gonna stay right here, looking all cute-” His fingers went to the buttons of her blouse “-and I’m gonna screw you ‘til you never wanna get up again. Sound good?”
Desire shivered through her as he pressed his lips to her neck. “What about work, sir?”
“Your boss is giving you the day off.” He slid her open blouse off her shoulders and went for the hooks of her bra. She relaxed at last into his touch. He stripped off the last troublesome garment and pulled her close, devouring her throat-she shifted to straddle him and gave herself up to his attention. He felt her surrender and chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
Their mouths found each other in a hungry kiss. His hands ran down her back, making her shudder and groan softly into him-she had never trusted anyone’s touch like his before. She craved his. Her arms draped around his shoulders, fingers twining in his hair, as she parted her willing lips for him. Her worries ebbed away as his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she let out a tiny moan…
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG.
The sound of the telephone shocked her out of the kiss. She jumped to answer before she could think-but his arms around her waist kept her firmly in his lap. He murmured around more kisses, “Ignore it.”
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG.
As she tried again to pull away he tightened his grip, his lips moving to her throat, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Ignore it.”
“But sir-it could be important-”
“This is important.”
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG.
But she kept trying to squirm out of his arms, persisting until at last he pinned her to the bed in a rough kiss. That did it. Her reluctance crumbled as she submitted, arching her back with a purr-
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG.
With a grumble of annoyance he tore himself off her and rolled out of bed. She sat up to follow him, but he stopped her with a hand. “Stay.” She obeyed for only a moment as he left the room, then hopped up and followed him out.
Her head peeked out of the bedroom doorway in time to see him answer the phone. “Cave Johnson here.” With his back turned to her, she took a moment to admire his bare body. The muscles of his back and shoulders, the curve of his spine, the firm roundness of his rear-his ass. She tried the word in her mind, toyed with it, and smiled. It was a nice ass.
“Whaddaya want, Greg? …Nah, I’m taking a personal day. Haven’t had one in years.” He shifted towards her, and his brow furrowed for a second. “Actually-y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever had one. ‘Bout time I did! A man needs to unwind once in a while.”
She giggled softly. He smirked as she caught his eye, lounging coyly against the doorframe, and beckoned her over with a twitch of his fingers. She obeyed with a grin, letting him loop an arm around her waist. “No, she won’t be in either,” he replied as her name was spoken on the other end. “Gave her the day off. Poor kid was sick as a dog. Made her stay home. She didn’t want to-y’know she’s such a good little worker-” He swatted her ass playfully, making her stifle a squeak. “-But I told her science could wait ‘til she’s outta bed.
“Yeah, Greg. Uh huh. I know.” Half-listening with one ear, he tipped the receiver away from his mouth and brushed his lips along her cheek. “Oh c’mon, you can manage without us for one day. Just make sure nothing important blows up without me. Or you’re fired. Got it? Good. Don’t bother me today unless something explodes that isn’t part of a test.” The voice on the phone continued to talk, his speech rapid and uneasy. “Greg-Greg, listen-I’m hanging up now, Greg. We’re done here. G’bye.”
She was on him again before the phone hit its cradle, nuzzling under his chin to kiss his neck. Her curves felt perfect cuddled against him. His fingers trailed up and down her spine, making her purr-a matching sound escaped him as her mouth nibbled and sucked lightly at his throat. He growled in her ear, “You wanna eat breakfast before or after you scream my name again?”
She answered with a passionate kiss. He groaned as her tongue slipped into his mouth, inexperienced but hungry, teasing him to follow. Their bodies pressed together as he kissed back. She melted into him, arms around his neck, letting his strong frame take her weight as she gave in to his touch. One hand slid down to fondle her rump-she felt her heart begin to pound-
Until the kiss was interrupted by a loud grumble from someone’s stomach. Caroline looked sheepish. Her last meal had been lunch yesterday, and it was starting to catch up with her. “I guess we should eat, shouldn’t we?”
“S’pose so,” Cave chuckled, the thought of food rousing his appetite. His assistant started into the kitchen-but his hands on her hips held her back. “Hold on, kid. You heard what I said to Greg. You gotta stay in bed-boss’s orders.”
“But-”
“No buts. You let ol’ Cave take care of you today.” With another swat on the rump he shooed her back to the bedroom. She went obediently, trailed by his appreciative eyes on her ass, and cuddled into the well-used sheets. They smelled of sex and him. She couldn’t stop smiling.
He joined her a short while later, bearing two plates of something made with processed meat and canned beans that might possibly pass as breakfast food. It was the kind of cooking expected from a lifelong bachelor-good enough, though she silently decided to be the one in the kitchen from then on-but she appreciated it most because she doubted he’d ever cooked for anyone before.
“Now don’t think this is a regular thing,” he warned, confirming her thoughts, “but-”
A bite of food fell from his fork onto his bare chest-she darted forward to clean the spill with her lips, and looked up at him with a smile. “Thank you, sir.”
He chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
For a few minutes they cuddled and ate in silence, but their thoughts turned inevitably to business, and they talked marketing over the remainder of the meal. Once the plates were in the sink, he made sure her mind was far away from work.
The day passed slowly, in a blissfully lazy haze of sex and afterglow. He taught her a few new positions and tricks, and she thought up a few of her own. (“Are you sure you can bend that way-? Oh… Oh, wow…”) They learned each other’s bodies with tender care. They talked about themselves, their lives, their thoughts about the world-but mostly they talked about Aperture, and preferred it that way. It was long after noon before they noticed the time.
Finally, Caroline glanced out the window and realized the sky was not as bright as it had been. “Mr. Johnson? What time is it?”
“Mmmmh.” Still exhausted from their last round of lovemaking-letting her ride his cock was hard work-he stretched an arm over to his nightstand and scrabbled around until his hand closed on his watch. He squinted sleepily as he brought it to his eyes. “Four-thirty.”
She sat up in bed. “I should go home.”
He threw an arm around her and pulled her back down. “Nuh uh.”
“I can’t stay here all day.” She squirmed halfheartedly against his grip, but he kept her pinned to his side.
“Why not?”
“Because… I need to go.”
“D’you have to?”
“…I need to.”
“But d’you have to?”
She rolled over to look at his sweet sleepy face-oh, it was so hard to say no to him-and cuddled into his chest for a little while longer before forcing herself to get up. “I can’t stay, sir. I have chores to do, and I have to clean myself up before tomorrow, and I don’t have any clean clothes here…”
He watched her sulkily as she dressed. Each piece of clothing took his newly claimed girl’s luscious naked body further and further away-but she looked determined, and he knew better than to force the issue. Finally he sighed and said, “I guess I should drive you home, huh?”
She smiled as she did up the last buttons on her blouse. “Thank you, sir.”
He pulled on a comfortable sweater and some pants, and soon they were in the car. The drive was a long but easy one. With assistant cuddled under her boss’s arm, they chatted or lapsed into silence at leisure, stopping just once when he said he had to pick up something from the drugstore. It took him only a few minutes-when he returned, he winked and tossed a paper bag into her lap. “Got you a present, kid.”
She peeked inside the bag and couldn’t hold back a blushing grin at its contents. That was a lot of condoms.
At last they pulled into the driveway of her modest duplex. He escorted her up the front walk. At the door they shared a chaste goodnight kiss-or the late afternoon equivalent. He held her longer than necessary, reluctant to let her out of his arms, but at last he released her and turned to leave.
“Mr. Johnson-” Her voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned back hopefully to see her holding back a smile. “Do you really have to go?”
“Y’know, I… I did wanna talk to you about… um…” He tried and failed to come up with a work-related excuse.
“Come in, sir,” she said pointedly, and pulled him into a kiss.
Later that night, there was a knock at Caroline’s door. She quickly threw on a bathrobe to answer it-outside was the elderly woman who shared the other side of her duplex. “Hi Mrs. Watts,” Caroline greeted her, a little confused.
“Hello Caroline. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just that I heard some odd noises, and I wanted to check on you. Sounded like banging and screaming.”
Caroline turned bright red. “I didn’t hear anything, Mrs. Watts. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
“Alright, dear. Just making sure.” She started to go, but stopped as the older woman continued, “And Caroline-”
“Yes?”
Glancing at the driveway, Mrs. Watts added with a wink and a smile, “Your boyfriend has a very nice car.”
Caroline was still blushing scarlet as she returned to her bedroom.
Looking up to see her enter, the man waiting naked in her bed chuckled at her expression-she looked like she’d seen a very embarrassing ghost. “What happened, kid?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“Good,” he growled, and pulled her firmly into his arms. For the rest of the night, her worries fled.
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
EPILOGUE: Coming Soon
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: T
Summary: Cave and Caroline spend a late night at the office.
Notes: And to ring out 2011, here's the last chapter of this fic! It has not been forgotten! Yay!
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
They lost track of time as they lay together, drifting along the edge of sleep, content with nothing but each other’s warm presence. She felt the rise and fall of breath, slow and even, in his belly, and when she snuggled close she could hear the heartbeat in his barrel chest. She sighed contentedly and brushed her lips against him. She’d never been so happy to do absolutely nothing. She didn’t often take time to enjoy a morning in bed-normally she’d be deep underground at her desk by this time of day. One of the simple pleasures she missed while she was at work.
Oh my god, WORK!
Her entire body jolted into action as she sprang out of bed. Moving faster than she could think, she bolted to where her closet should be-found no closet in this unfamiliar room-paused to think for a heartbeat and dove for her purse. I should’ve been there hours ago what if we get an important call what if the lab needs something what if we have an emergency and oh god I’m not there-
“Hey, hey, hey! Where’s the fire?”
She looked up from hooking on her bra to see her boss blinking at her in sleepy bemusement-but she didn’t have time to placate him now. She hurriedly settled her bra and shrugged her blouse over her shoulders, speaking quickly as she did up the buttons. “It’s time to get up, Mr. Johnson, we’ve got to get to work-”
“Easy, kiddo! Relax!” As she bent to snatch her panties from the floor, he caught her about the waist and held her tight.
“Sir-”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He nuzzled into her breasts and looked up at her with playful eyes.
“But we’re late, sir-”
“Caroline, who’s the boss?”
She reluctantly stopped trying to pull away. “You are, sir.”
“Damn straight!” he laughed. “It’s my company, I’ll go to work whenever I want!”
“But sir-”
“C’mere.” He pulled her onto his lap. “Here’s what you’re gonna do today. You’re gonna stay right here, looking all cute-” His fingers went to the buttons of her blouse “-and I’m gonna screw you ‘til you never wanna get up again. Sound good?”
Desire shivered through her as he pressed his lips to her neck. “What about work, sir?”
“Your boss is giving you the day off.” He slid her open blouse off her shoulders and went for the hooks of her bra. She relaxed at last into his touch. He stripped off the last troublesome garment and pulled her close, devouring her throat-she shifted to straddle him and gave herself up to his attention. He felt her surrender and chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
Their mouths found each other in a hungry kiss. His hands ran down her back, making her shudder and groan softly into him-she had never trusted anyone’s touch like his before. She craved his. Her arms draped around his shoulders, fingers twining in his hair, as she parted her willing lips for him. Her worries ebbed away as his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she let out a tiny moan…
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG.
The sound of the telephone shocked her out of the kiss. She jumped to answer before she could think-but his arms around her waist kept her firmly in his lap. He murmured around more kisses, “Ignore it.”
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG.
As she tried again to pull away he tightened his grip, his lips moving to her throat, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Ignore it.”
“But sir-it could be important-”
“This is important.”
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG.
But she kept trying to squirm out of his arms, persisting until at last he pinned her to the bed in a rough kiss. That did it. Her reluctance crumbled as she submitted, arching her back with a purr-
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG.
With a grumble of annoyance he tore himself off her and rolled out of bed. She sat up to follow him, but he stopped her with a hand. “Stay.” She obeyed for only a moment as he left the room, then hopped up and followed him out.
Her head peeked out of the bedroom doorway in time to see him answer the phone. “Cave Johnson here.” With his back turned to her, she took a moment to admire his bare body. The muscles of his back and shoulders, the curve of his spine, the firm roundness of his rear-his ass. She tried the word in her mind, toyed with it, and smiled. It was a nice ass.
“Whaddaya want, Greg? …Nah, I’m taking a personal day. Haven’t had one in years.” He shifted towards her, and his brow furrowed for a second. “Actually-y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever had one. ‘Bout time I did! A man needs to unwind once in a while.”
She giggled softly. He smirked as she caught his eye, lounging coyly against the doorframe, and beckoned her over with a twitch of his fingers. She obeyed with a grin, letting him loop an arm around her waist. “No, she won’t be in either,” he replied as her name was spoken on the other end. “Gave her the day off. Poor kid was sick as a dog. Made her stay home. She didn’t want to-y’know she’s such a good little worker-” He swatted her ass playfully, making her stifle a squeak. “-But I told her science could wait ‘til she’s outta bed.
“Yeah, Greg. Uh huh. I know.” Half-listening with one ear, he tipped the receiver away from his mouth and brushed his lips along her cheek. “Oh c’mon, you can manage without us for one day. Just make sure nothing important blows up without me. Or you’re fired. Got it? Good. Don’t bother me today unless something explodes that isn’t part of a test.” The voice on the phone continued to talk, his speech rapid and uneasy. “Greg-Greg, listen-I’m hanging up now, Greg. We’re done here. G’bye.”
She was on him again before the phone hit its cradle, nuzzling under his chin to kiss his neck. Her curves felt perfect cuddled against him. His fingers trailed up and down her spine, making her purr-a matching sound escaped him as her mouth nibbled and sucked lightly at his throat. He growled in her ear, “You wanna eat breakfast before or after you scream my name again?”
She answered with a passionate kiss. He groaned as her tongue slipped into his mouth, inexperienced but hungry, teasing him to follow. Their bodies pressed together as he kissed back. She melted into him, arms around his neck, letting his strong frame take her weight as she gave in to his touch. One hand slid down to fondle her rump-she felt her heart begin to pound-
Until the kiss was interrupted by a loud grumble from someone’s stomach. Caroline looked sheepish. Her last meal had been lunch yesterday, and it was starting to catch up with her. “I guess we should eat, shouldn’t we?”
“S’pose so,” Cave chuckled, the thought of food rousing his appetite. His assistant started into the kitchen-but his hands on her hips held her back. “Hold on, kid. You heard what I said to Greg. You gotta stay in bed-boss’s orders.”
“But-”
“No buts. You let ol’ Cave take care of you today.” With another swat on the rump he shooed her back to the bedroom. She went obediently, trailed by his appreciative eyes on her ass, and cuddled into the well-used sheets. They smelled of sex and him. She couldn’t stop smiling.
He joined her a short while later, bearing two plates of something made with processed meat and canned beans that might possibly pass as breakfast food. It was the kind of cooking expected from a lifelong bachelor-good enough, though she silently decided to be the one in the kitchen from then on-but she appreciated it most because she doubted he’d ever cooked for anyone before.
“Now don’t think this is a regular thing,” he warned, confirming her thoughts, “but-”
A bite of food fell from his fork onto his bare chest-she darted forward to clean the spill with her lips, and looked up at him with a smile. “Thank you, sir.”
He chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
For a few minutes they cuddled and ate in silence, but their thoughts turned inevitably to business, and they talked marketing over the remainder of the meal. Once the plates were in the sink, he made sure her mind was far away from work.
The day passed slowly, in a blissfully lazy haze of sex and afterglow. He taught her a few new positions and tricks, and she thought up a few of her own. (“Are you sure you can bend that way-? Oh… Oh, wow…”) They learned each other’s bodies with tender care. They talked about themselves, their lives, their thoughts about the world-but mostly they talked about Aperture, and preferred it that way. It was long after noon before they noticed the time.
Finally, Caroline glanced out the window and realized the sky was not as bright as it had been. “Mr. Johnson? What time is it?”
“Mmmmh.” Still exhausted from their last round of lovemaking-letting her ride his cock was hard work-he stretched an arm over to his nightstand and scrabbled around until his hand closed on his watch. He squinted sleepily as he brought it to his eyes. “Four-thirty.”
She sat up in bed. “I should go home.”
He threw an arm around her and pulled her back down. “Nuh uh.”
“I can’t stay here all day.” She squirmed halfheartedly against his grip, but he kept her pinned to his side.
“Why not?”
“Because… I need to go.”
“D’you have to?”
“…I need to.”
“But d’you have to?”
She rolled over to look at his sweet sleepy face-oh, it was so hard to say no to him-and cuddled into his chest for a little while longer before forcing herself to get up. “I can’t stay, sir. I have chores to do, and I have to clean myself up before tomorrow, and I don’t have any clean clothes here…”
He watched her sulkily as she dressed. Each piece of clothing took his newly claimed girl’s luscious naked body further and further away-but she looked determined, and he knew better than to force the issue. Finally he sighed and said, “I guess I should drive you home, huh?”
She smiled as she did up the last buttons on her blouse. “Thank you, sir.”
He pulled on a comfortable sweater and some pants, and soon they were in the car. The drive was a long but easy one. With assistant cuddled under her boss’s arm, they chatted or lapsed into silence at leisure, stopping just once when he said he had to pick up something from the drugstore. It took him only a few minutes-when he returned, he winked and tossed a paper bag into her lap. “Got you a present, kid.”
She peeked inside the bag and couldn’t hold back a blushing grin at its contents. That was a lot of condoms.
At last they pulled into the driveway of her modest duplex. He escorted her up the front walk. At the door they shared a chaste goodnight kiss-or the late afternoon equivalent. He held her longer than necessary, reluctant to let her out of his arms, but at last he released her and turned to leave.
“Mr. Johnson-” Her voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned back hopefully to see her holding back a smile. “Do you really have to go?”
“Y’know, I… I did wanna talk to you about… um…” He tried and failed to come up with a work-related excuse.
“Come in, sir,” she said pointedly, and pulled him into a kiss.
Later that night, there was a knock at Caroline’s door. She quickly threw on a bathrobe to answer it-outside was the elderly woman who shared the other side of her duplex. “Hi Mrs. Watts,” Caroline greeted her, a little confused.
“Hello Caroline. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just that I heard some odd noises, and I wanted to check on you. Sounded like banging and screaming.”
Caroline turned bright red. “I didn’t hear anything, Mrs. Watts. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
“Alright, dear. Just making sure.” She started to go, but stopped as the older woman continued, “And Caroline-”
“Yes?”
Glancing at the driveway, Mrs. Watts added with a wink and a smile, “Your boyfriend has a very nice car.”
Caroline was still blushing scarlet as she returned to her bedroom.
Looking up to see her enter, the man waiting naked in her bed chuckled at her expression-she looked like she’d seen a very embarrassing ghost. “What happened, kid?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“Good,” he growled, and pulled her firmly into his arms. For the rest of the night, her worries fled.
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
EPILOGUE: Coming Soon