What is it I'm after? Searching for disaster...
Title: Office Work
Characters: Catty/Ganner
'Verse: squarewarts
Rating: M
For about the hundredth time that day it seemed, Catty leaned back in her chair, stretched her arms high above her head, and yawned loudly, not even bothering to make it sound like she was trying to hide her complete and utter boredom. She did, however, attempt to keep herself in check about leaning over and spying on her colleagues. The cubicle was boring and lonely, and Jaina was nowhere in sight.
Which meant that Catty got stuck with the paperwork today.
The paperwork that was still just sitting there.
Without a mark on them.
“You look like you're in need of entertainment.” The owner of the voice pressed his lips against Catty's ear, his hands moving to her shoulders and kneading them gently.
The usual wave of irritation washed over her, and she shrugged the man off, swatting at him like he was a fly. “Go away, Rhysode, I'm busy.”
It was strange, that she felt so comfortable with the way he kept touching her. Sure, sometimes Stanton would do it, but after a few months with him, she'd gotten used to it. Because she knew Stanton, understood... Well, she understood that he was too deeply obsessed with his wife for anything to really mean anything.
But Ganner...
He leaned over her shoulder, staring at the same blank forms that she had been looking at before the interruption. “You don't look very busy to me,” Ganner whispered, face entirely too close to hers.
They had sex. After a night of drinks in a bar. Once.
Well, it had only been one night, in any case.
“Paperwork.”
He was entirely too close to her right now. In fact...
If she only tilted her head...
“Doesn't look like it'll be done anyway.”
“We're at work...” But Catty wasn't convinced herself, and she sure as hell wasn't convincing Ganner.
He turned the chair around, essentially pinning her to it. Catty took a deep breath before pressing forward, her hands on his shoulders as she claimed his mouth with her own, tired of his teasing. She wasn't going to just be a toy for him, like the other women he took. And yes, she knew all about that, knew what kind of guy Ganner was.
The hero.
The player.
But hell if she didn't like feeling like a human, like a woman with the looks he kept giving her.
His knee pressed into the chair, forcing her legs to part, and she groaned as one hand rested on her upper thigh, inching along under her skirt. “Now you'll have a really good reason for not getting your work done.”
“We'll get caught,” Catty pointed out, hands already tugging at the button of his pants, completely negating any of the words tumbling from her mouth.
He kissed along the side of her neck, biting his way down, one hand massaging her thigh as the other cupped her breast through her shirt. “Try to be quiet.”
She grinned, finally getting Ganner unzipped. “The desk. Now.”
He smirked at her before lifting her up out of the chair, her legs wrapping around his waist lightly as they moved the few inches to her desk. Was she really about to go through with this? And so easily, too, without much protest, and then the questioning thoughts were burned from her mind as Ganner tugged her lip between his teeth hard, all of her willpower going into not making a sound. Fingers burned into her hips the moment she felt the desk beneath her, unhooking her legs from Ganner's waist so that he could pull down the scrap of material she fondly referred to as “underwear”.
“You should wear a skirt all the time,” he whispered in her ear, even as her hands pushed his pants down, his tight boxer briefs following afterward.
A smirk played on her lips as her teeth nipped his ear lobe. “Fantasies are never part of reality, Rhysode.”
“Then this is the best dream I've had in a long time,” Ganner growled, pressing against her and grinning with satisfaction at the groan she could barely stifle. Catty couldn't believe how wet she was already, squirming restlessly as he teased her, the very idea of having sex in the Ministry, on her tiny little desk in an office full of trained Aurors was so much more exciting than the idea of having sex with Ganner.
Not that there was anything wrong with him. He was good, and he looked better than good, and he definitely knew what he was doing in this particular situation, but there wasn't enough time to worry about other women he had been with in the office, feel jealous for no reason. His mouth was on hers before she could make any noise, sliding into her. There was a silent warning in his eyes, and she nodded as his lips made their way over her jaw and down her neck, nipping the skin roughly. Too late she realized that casting a silencing spell would have been useful, and even as her nails dug hard into his shoulders, holding on as he thrust into her that he didn't exactly want her to be forced into the silence.
Jerk.
It was hard and fast, pushing her closer to the edge in such a short amount of time, her skin on fire and desire racing through her body. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, trying to muffle the cries threatening to rip out of her. It wasn't completely satisfying, more like a starving man getting the tiniest bite of food and being denied the rest. There was no finesse to it, and Catty liked that.
It was just sex.
“Skirts everyday?” Ganner asked, even as he pulled her underwear back up her legs, sliding them into place.
Catty ran her fingers along his thighs, dragging his pants back up, buttoning them with trembling fingers. “No way. We have work to do.”
“Every other day?” He flashed her his most charming smile.
“Once a week,” she compromised, plucking at his shirt where her teeth had make a mark in the fabric. “Want to meet for drinks tonight?”
“Sure.” He leaned in, giving her one last kiss. “At my place?”
There was a nod of response before she kicked out, foot connecting with his ass as a sign to get him moving. “I have work to do. And stop bothering people.”
Ganner gave her a salute before sauntering off, a grin tugging at her lips as she watched him go.
Characters: Catty/Ganner
'Verse: squarewarts
Rating: M
For about the hundredth time that day it seemed, Catty leaned back in her chair, stretched her arms high above her head, and yawned loudly, not even bothering to make it sound like she was trying to hide her complete and utter boredom. She did, however, attempt to keep herself in check about leaning over and spying on her colleagues. The cubicle was boring and lonely, and Jaina was nowhere in sight.
Which meant that Catty got stuck with the paperwork today.
The paperwork that was still just sitting there.
Without a mark on them.
“You look like you're in need of entertainment.” The owner of the voice pressed his lips against Catty's ear, his hands moving to her shoulders and kneading them gently.
The usual wave of irritation washed over her, and she shrugged the man off, swatting at him like he was a fly. “Go away, Rhysode, I'm busy.”
It was strange, that she felt so comfortable with the way he kept touching her. Sure, sometimes Stanton would do it, but after a few months with him, she'd gotten used to it. Because she knew Stanton, understood... Well, she understood that he was too deeply obsessed with his wife for anything to really mean anything.
But Ganner...
He leaned over her shoulder, staring at the same blank forms that she had been looking at before the interruption. “You don't look very busy to me,” Ganner whispered, face entirely too close to hers.
They had sex. After a night of drinks in a bar. Once.
Well, it had only been one night, in any case.
“Paperwork.”
He was entirely too close to her right now. In fact...
If she only tilted her head...
“Doesn't look like it'll be done anyway.”
“We're at work...” But Catty wasn't convinced herself, and she sure as hell wasn't convincing Ganner.
He turned the chair around, essentially pinning her to it. Catty took a deep breath before pressing forward, her hands on his shoulders as she claimed his mouth with her own, tired of his teasing. She wasn't going to just be a toy for him, like the other women he took. And yes, she knew all about that, knew what kind of guy Ganner was.
The hero.
The player.
But hell if she didn't like feeling like a human, like a woman with the looks he kept giving her.
His knee pressed into the chair, forcing her legs to part, and she groaned as one hand rested on her upper thigh, inching along under her skirt. “Now you'll have a really good reason for not getting your work done.”
“We'll get caught,” Catty pointed out, hands already tugging at the button of his pants, completely negating any of the words tumbling from her mouth.
He kissed along the side of her neck, biting his way down, one hand massaging her thigh as the other cupped her breast through her shirt. “Try to be quiet.”
She grinned, finally getting Ganner unzipped. “The desk. Now.”
He smirked at her before lifting her up out of the chair, her legs wrapping around his waist lightly as they moved the few inches to her desk. Was she really about to go through with this? And so easily, too, without much protest, and then the questioning thoughts were burned from her mind as Ganner tugged her lip between his teeth hard, all of her willpower going into not making a sound. Fingers burned into her hips the moment she felt the desk beneath her, unhooking her legs from Ganner's waist so that he could pull down the scrap of material she fondly referred to as “underwear”.
“You should wear a skirt all the time,” he whispered in her ear, even as her hands pushed his pants down, his tight boxer briefs following afterward.
A smirk played on her lips as her teeth nipped his ear lobe. “Fantasies are never part of reality, Rhysode.”
“Then this is the best dream I've had in a long time,” Ganner growled, pressing against her and grinning with satisfaction at the groan she could barely stifle. Catty couldn't believe how wet she was already, squirming restlessly as he teased her, the very idea of having sex in the Ministry, on her tiny little desk in an office full of trained Aurors was so much more exciting than the idea of having sex with Ganner.
Not that there was anything wrong with him. He was good, and he looked better than good, and he definitely knew what he was doing in this particular situation, but there wasn't enough time to worry about other women he had been with in the office, feel jealous for no reason. His mouth was on hers before she could make any noise, sliding into her. There was a silent warning in his eyes, and she nodded as his lips made their way over her jaw and down her neck, nipping the skin roughly. Too late she realized that casting a silencing spell would have been useful, and even as her nails dug hard into his shoulders, holding on as he thrust into her that he didn't exactly want her to be forced into the silence.
Jerk.
It was hard and fast, pushing her closer to the edge in such a short amount of time, her skin on fire and desire racing through her body. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, trying to muffle the cries threatening to rip out of her. It wasn't completely satisfying, more like a starving man getting the tiniest bite of food and being denied the rest. There was no finesse to it, and Catty liked that.
It was just sex.
“Skirts everyday?” Ganner asked, even as he pulled her underwear back up her legs, sliding them into place.
Catty ran her fingers along his thighs, dragging his pants back up, buttoning them with trembling fingers. “No way. We have work to do.”
“Every other day?” He flashed her his most charming smile.
“Once a week,” she compromised, plucking at his shirt where her teeth had make a mark in the fabric. “Want to meet for drinks tonight?”
“Sure.” He leaned in, giving her one last kiss. “At my place?”
There was a nod of response before she kicked out, foot connecting with his ass as a sign to get him moving. “I have work to do. And stop bothering people.”
Ganner gave her a salute before sauntering off, a grin tugging at her lips as she watched him go.