UK/US - sexing up the secretary/aide/intern, business AU
anonymous
June 6 2010, 07:45:41 UTC
England's a business executive/lawyer/whatever. He's swamped with work all the time, always stressed and piling up the overtime. All of his subordinates think of him as a demanding, tea-and/or-ale-guzzling, eyebrowed terror.
Then his personal life goes to shit: his significant other (anyone) has enough of playing second fiddle to England's job and having to put up with his bad temper and no sex, decides to break things off and take up with someone new. Choice words like "old", "grumpy", and "boring" are said in in the messy separation.
England, pissed off and wanting to prove his ex wrong (and maybe he's just at the breaking point), ends up seducing and fucking his 19ish/early 20s secretary/aide/intern America over his desk when the latter comes in with a letter of resignation.
...The rest is up to anon.
Implied or explicit smut please! And desk sex is a must, with England topping!
Two Weeks Notice [Part 1a/??]
anonymous
June 21 2010, 04:57:59 UTC
Author!anon feels obligated to apologize for the fact this fill sort of... expanded beyond expectations. However, she is having a lot of fun writing it, so hopefully OP will like it. And yes, there is desk!sex waiting at the end of this (very long) rabbit trail. ;DIt's already nine o'clock at night. Arthur Kirkland knows that many of the other employees at the Vargas Law Firm are starting to get ready to go home for the night. He has only just started writing his summation. This is what he deserves taking on so many cases, he supposes, but the fact that he brought it on himself doesn’t make it any less exhausting. He pushes a stack of papers aside with a sigh and reaches for the stacks of law books, shifting through them with a crinkled brow. When he can't find the title he's searching for after the second look through, he presses the intercom button
( ... )
Two Weeks Notice [Part 1b/??]
anonymous
June 21 2010, 04:59:47 UTC
Arthur barely restrains himself from rolling his eyes at the mention of Antonio's surly secretary. There's a case of nepotism if he's ever seen one. Actually, he'd heard that the head of the firm had tried sticking his grandson on Roderich Edelstein's floor first and that, after a week, the man had threatened to jump ship to the Beilschmidt firm if he had to deal with him any longer. Antonio seems legitimately fond of the boy, though. Now that Arthur thinks about it, that stack of papers has to be reports that he's preparing himself because Lovino Vargas skived off early
( ... )
Two Weeks Notice [Part 1c/??]
anonymous
June 21 2010, 05:01:07 UTC
"Good evening, sir," Arthur says, reaching Vargas with a series of long strides, hoping he doesn't seem too interested. "Can I help you?"
"Ah, Kirkland!" Vargas says cheerfully. "I was about to visit you. There's something we need to discuss."
About promotion? thinks Arthur, and then: About lay-offs?!"Come in," he offers, wincing inwardly at the thought of his boss seeing his office in the state it's currently in
( ... )
Two Weeks Notice [Part 1d/??]
anonymous
June 21 2010, 05:03:06 UTC
When he arrives (unharmed) at his apartment, he finds an almost empty bottle of wine and two glasses - one used, one unused - on the coffee table in the living room. He finishes off the bottle with the reheated Chinese food he finds in the fridge before padding softly into the bedroom that he and Francis share. The other man is fast asleep, tangled in the ridiculous fleur-de-lis patterned bedding he'd insisted on fitting their bed with when he'd first moved in. Arthur attempts to change into his nightclothes using the sliver of light from the bathroom so he doesn't wake him, but after he's slid on the flannel pants, he turns to find one of Francis' blue eyes glittering blearily at him in the half light
( ... )
Re: Two Weeks Notice [Part 1d/??]
anonymous
June 21 2010, 05:33:50 UTC
Dude, this looks fantastic. I'm never going to be able to not get the image of Antonio in the parking garage going crazy on Arthur with a baseball bat out of my mind. And Francis is cranky when he's not getting any. ORZ If only workaholic!Arthur knew someone who knew how to show him how to relax and have a good time. Preferably a loud hot young blond. ;D
Next time on the Kink Meme: When Arthur met Albert!
THANK YOU! <3 I needed to shout it, because my fic senses are picking up future epicness from this beginning.
What really struck me was the light touches you did with England and France. England clearly doesn't see anything wrong in his behavior towards France by putting work over their emotional life, but we can't help but admire him for being so hardworking. But it was a joy to see France done some justice here. So many times, in fics involving breakups, the ex (or soon-to-be ex) is cast as a jerk. But France has legitimate reasons for his anger and frustration, even if England can't see it.
And Spain! Spain was a surprisingly fun touch. England's fears of a garage ambush and the stunt with the missing book were absolute gold! He probably makes England's life a lot of fun. And poor Seychelles.
Can't wait to see more, anon! (Alfred is up!) Thanks again!
Captcha: "businessmen calluses" ...O_o How does it KNOW?
Thank you, OP! (And everyone else who commented!) I'm glad you like it so far.
I'm glad you picked up on that aspect of the France-England relationship. I really don't like the tendency to demonize one party in fanfic. In my experience, the break-down of relationships is much more complicated than Party A is a total dick and Party B is an innocent and persecuted angel, and that's the way that it struck me as being the case here from reading your prompt.
Glad you liked the Spain bits, also! And yes, poor Seychelles. England's a bastard to her in any reality.
Re: Two Weeks Notice [Part 2a/??]
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:13:24 UTC
Author!anon is very sorry that this took so long to update.
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The rest of the week is a blur of paperwork, meetings, and court appearances, coloured by an undercurrent feeling of dread. To Arthur, the intern situation is just another project added onto his already overloaded pile, and he tries not to think about it too much because it’s honestly making him feel a little panicked. He comes into his office Friday to find that Vargas has had Angelique Mancham set up a card table and a folding, metal chair in one corner of his already cramped office space. Before the end of the day, he’s already stubbed his toe on it three times. When he kicks the chair angrily the third time, the impact sends a stack of files tumbling off of his bookshelf, and he spends an entire forty-five minutes putting things right again. This intern is already causing him more work, he thinks spitefully
( ... )
Re: Two Weeks Notice [Part 2b/??]
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:14:45 UTC
“Well,” Vargas continues, pleasantly. “Welcome to Romulus Vargas, Alfred. Put him to work, Kirkland!”
Alfred gives him a little salute. Arthur barely suppresses a sneer. The boy probably thinks he’s charming.
“Oh!” Vargas stops at the door and turns. “Kirkland, I meant to ask you: Edelstein wants to move ahead with the Clairemont case. Can you get that paperwork ready by tomorrow?”
No, Arthur thinks. Sorry, sir. No, I can’t.“Yes, sir,” he says, inwardly railing against himself
( ... )
Re: Two Weeks Notice [Part 2c/??]
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:16:06 UTC
Arthur rounds his desk to pull open one of the drawers. He pulls out his mug and an individually wrapped teabag and, tossing the packet into the cup, slides it across the desk toward Alfred.
“Make sure you use this bag,” he says. “The tea they have in the staff room is absolute shit.”
Alfred laughs.
“What?” asks Arthur in a beleaguered tone.
“Nothing. You’re just- ha ha- really British
( ... )
Re: Two Weeks Notice [Part 2d/??]
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:17:05 UTC
Arthur makes a frustrated noise.
“It’s not that simple, Francis! Don’t be such a child!”
Francis spits something at him in French, and Arthur bristles.
“For God’s sake, Francis, you’ve lived in England for ten years! Learn to speak bloody English!”
“If you don’t know what I’m saying, why don’t you figure it out from the context?” Francis sneers.
Arthur presses his fingers to his temples.
“I don’t understand why you’re being like this. You don’t even like Café Venice that much!”
“It’s not about the fucking restaurant!”
“Then let’s just go somewhere else at ten!” Arthur exclaims.
“Non,” Francis says. “We made reservations at Café Venice at seven, and I am going to have dinner at Café Venice at seven. If you won’t deign to appear, I will simply find someone else to go with
( ... )
Re: Two Weeks Notice [Part 2e/??]
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:18:55 UTC
Arthur puts him to work in the office for the rest of the day, hoping to prevent any further adventures. When Alfred leaves for lunch, Arthur half expects him to not come back, but for good or ill, he does and sits at the card table loudly tucking away more hamburgers than any human should ever consume. In a desperate attempt to keep his headache at bay, Arthur assigns Alfred the task of stuffing envelopes for the rest of the afternoon. Arthur certainly doesn’t watch his pink tongue as it darts out to lick envelope after envelope, and he certainly doesn’t think about Francis, either. Francis, who is taking someone else out to dinner that night in his place- one of his pretty secretaries or recently divorced clients, no doubt. Francis, who has always been a flirt, who’d surely slept with half the firm before he’d settled on Arthur.
He lets Alfred go at five (“I’ll be back tomorrow!” he says, and Arthur thinks Sure.) and spends the rest of the night in a daze. It’s 10:15 when he puts the last file away. It’s still a very early time
( ... )
Then his personal life goes to shit: his significant other (anyone) has enough of playing second fiddle to England's job and having to put up with his bad temper and no sex, decides to break things off and take up with someone new. Choice words like "old", "grumpy", and "boring" are said in in the messy separation.
England, pissed off and wanting to prove his ex wrong (and maybe he's just at the breaking point), ends up seducing and fucking his 19ish/early 20s secretary/aide/intern America over his desk when the latter comes in with a letter of resignation.
...The rest is up to anon.
Implied or explicit smut please! And desk sex is a must, with England topping!
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"Ah, Kirkland!" Vargas says cheerfully. "I was about to visit you. There's something we need to discuss."
About promotion? thinks Arthur, and then: About lay-offs?!"Come in," he offers, wincing inwardly at the thought of his boss seeing his office in the state it's currently in ( ... )
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Next time on the Kink Meme: When Arthur met Albert!
Lol, author!anon. <3
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The mention of a "spiky-haired lawyer" was enough to send me into fits of uncontrollable giggles. Arthur, you are totally the Edgeworth here.
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What really struck me was the light touches you did with England and France. England clearly doesn't see anything wrong in his behavior towards France by putting work over their emotional life, but we can't help but admire him for being so hardworking. But it was a joy to see France done some justice here. So many times, in fics involving breakups, the ex (or soon-to-be ex) is cast as a jerk. But France has legitimate reasons for his anger and frustration, even if England can't see it.
And Spain! Spain was a surprisingly fun touch. England's fears of a garage ambush and the stunt with the missing book were absolute gold! He probably makes England's life a lot of fun. And poor Seychelles.
Can't wait to see more, anon! (Alfred is up!) Thanks again!
Captcha: "businessmen calluses" ...O_o How does it KNOW?
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I'm glad you picked up on that aspect of the France-England relationship. I really don't like the tendency to demonize one party in fanfic. In my experience, the break-down of relationships is much more complicated than Party A is a total dick and Party B is an innocent and persecuted angel, and that's the way that it struck me as being the case here from reading your prompt.
Glad you liked the Spain bits, also! And yes, poor Seychelles. England's a bastard to her in any reality.
Oh, God, the Captcha!
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captcha: Gilbert playgrounds Gilbert as a kid would be a little weird here, captcha...
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First stupid mistake of the fill,hurrah! XD
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The rest of the week is a blur of paperwork, meetings, and court appearances, coloured by an undercurrent feeling of dread. To Arthur, the intern situation is just another project added onto his already overloaded pile, and he tries not to think about it too much because it’s honestly making him feel a little panicked. He comes into his office Friday to find that Vargas has had Angelique Mancham set up a card table and a folding, metal chair in one corner of his already cramped office space. Before the end of the day, he’s already stubbed his toe on it three times. When he kicks the chair angrily the third time, the impact sends a stack of files tumbling off of his bookshelf, and he spends an entire forty-five minutes putting things right again. This intern is already causing him more work, he thinks spitefully ( ... )
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Alfred gives him a little salute. Arthur barely suppresses a sneer. The boy probably thinks he’s charming.
“Oh!” Vargas stops at the door and turns. “Kirkland, I meant to ask you: Edelstein wants to move ahead with the Clairemont case. Can you get that paperwork ready by tomorrow?”
No, Arthur thinks. Sorry, sir. No, I can’t.“Yes, sir,” he says, inwardly railing against himself ( ... )
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“Make sure you use this bag,” he says. “The tea they have in the staff room is absolute shit.”
Alfred laughs.
“What?” asks Arthur in a beleaguered tone.
“Nothing. You’re just- ha ha- really British ( ... )
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“It’s not that simple, Francis! Don’t be such a child!”
Francis spits something at him in French, and Arthur bristles.
“For God’s sake, Francis, you’ve lived in England for ten years! Learn to speak bloody English!”
“If you don’t know what I’m saying, why don’t you figure it out from the context?” Francis sneers.
Arthur presses his fingers to his temples.
“I don’t understand why you’re being like this. You don’t even like Café Venice that much!”
“It’s not about the fucking restaurant!”
“Then let’s just go somewhere else at ten!” Arthur exclaims.
“Non,” Francis says. “We made reservations at Café Venice at seven, and I am going to have dinner at Café Venice at seven. If you won’t deign to appear, I will simply find someone else to go with ( ... )
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He lets Alfred go at five (“I’ll be back tomorrow!” he says, and Arthur thinks Sure.) and spends the rest of the night in a daze. It’s 10:15 when he puts the last file away. It’s still a very early time ( ... )
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