Jordan and Danny Office Love
So this is my first post to this community. I just wanted to say hello to everyone *waves*. I'm totally in love with Studio 60, especially Jordan and Danny and am so glad I found this site:) So this is just some SMUT, a short story about Jordan and Danny hookin up, there is some definite sex in this story so consider yourself warned!!!! So if you don't enjoy smut then I would suggest skipping over this:)
Title: Office Love
Author: cmbfs
Rating: adult18+
Pairing: Jordan/Danny
Warnings: contains sex
Summary: some office loving
She’d begun building the walls around her heart that night. No one was going to hurt her again. Humiliate or degrade her, not like this, not ever again. The club was filthy, reeking of booze, drugs, and sex. It wasn’t the first time she’d been there, but it would certainly be the last. He wasn’t going to control her anymore; she was ending it for good. Her marriage was over. She was through with relationships. Love hurt and she was done with hurting.
It had worked; the walls she’d built had worked. They’d kept her safe from getting hurt. From getting too invested in a relationship, from falling in love, until him. Danny Tripp. It had taken him minutes to destroy years of careful construction. It wasn’t good. They were going to have to work together. She was going to be his boss. She could handle this, she was, after all a professional, and that’s exactly how things would stay between the two of them, strictly professional.
Decisions that could be made over the phone slowly morphed into decisions that needed a face to face meeting. Hands accidentally brushing while passing papers turned into his hand on her lower back ushering her through a doorway. Where once there was distance between bodies now was the need to stand as close as possible. Personal life details slowly began blending into the professional. The cast and crew were talking, this wasn’t good. She had to stop this before it progressed any further. She had to talk to him.
The studio was dark, except for his office. She knew he would still be here. Danny truly loved his job, despite some of the things he’s said, and she’d known it. Without bothering to knock she walked right in. He had his glasses on and had his head buried in a script. He was completely and utterly focused. She felt bad about disturbing him, was rethinking the whole thing when…
“What do you want Jordan?” Irritation laced his voice.
“How did you know it was me?”
“That’s what you came here to ask me?”
“Danny,” it was her no-nonsense tone
“I heard your heels, now whaddaya want?” Danny asked removing his glasses and walking around his desk to stand in front of her. Her beauty always had the same effect on him. Every day since the first time he’d seen her, it was like a punch to his gut. She stood before him now in her heels, black dress pants, and a white almost see through blouse, coat and bag thrown over her arm. “Do you want to put those down?” He asked pointing to the jacket and bag.
“Sure.” Turning around to face the couch, Jordan bent over to place her jacket and bag neatly on the couch.
He was staring, couldn’t help it, and wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from her for anything. The way the material stretched across her ass. It was too much. He was at his breaking point, and couldn’t endure another second of this torture. It had been going on for too long. They’d been dancing around their attraction to each other for months now and he was going to end it…right now.
“Danny we need to tal….” He was right there. When had he come up behind her like that? She could smell him, practically taste him. Oh God did she want to taste him. All she could see was him. Danny. Looking at her like he wanted to swallow her whole. Like he wanted to taste every inch of her skin and then start from the very beginning again. She had to get a hold of herself. She had to put a stop to where this was eventually leading.
It was too late. Lips came crashing down on lips. What was left of her walls came crumbling down, leaving her heart completely exposed. She was his and he knew it. Tongue tracing lips, demanding entrance. A moan escaped from her parted lips. Tongues were duelling now, fighting for control.
Hands were everywhere, tangled in hair, groping through shirts, roaming over backs. She was sitting on his desk now. Panting and wanting more. She began undoing the buttons on her shirt, knowing Danny had neither the patience nor the inclination to do it himself. White lace, Danny groaned. His fingers were on the button of her slacks, slightly brushing the now bare skin of her stomach. Her hips bucked up in response to the light touch.
“Up” It was a demand. She obeyed. “God… Jordan”
Arms braced on his desk Jordan looked into Danny’s eyes. Passion, hunger and….love. She’d seen that look before and it had nearly ended up killing her. There was something more there though. She could see it there in his eyes, written on his face. Trust, trust and respect, for her. She knew it would be different this time. Knew because it was Danny.
Then his fingers were on her thighs and all coherent thoughts fled from her brain. Rough fingers tracing random patterns up heated skin. Her head lolled back and a whimper fell from her lips. Open mouth kisses along her collar bone as fingers crept higher, closer to the heat closer to the wetness. Fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties pulling them down and off. Hands coming to rest on her hips, thumbs tracing circles over the sensitive skin there.
“Take it off” Growled low in a voice ragged with desire.
She reached around to her back to unclasp her bra, letting it slide down around her arms, and then eventually to the floor. His eyes were devouring her, from head to toe, every god damn inch. She was his now, no one else’s. No one else would see her like this or touch her in the ways he was about to. No one but him.
Capturing a peaked nipple in his mouth he sucked, hard. Jordan arched in to the warm wetness of his mouth. Trying to get as close as she could. His hand came up to palm her other breast, toying with her nipple. She was writhing, couldn’t stop squirming. She needed release. The pressure that was building low in her stomach had to be released. She needed Danny in her…now.
“Danny…please…I want you….I need you in…Oh God” Rambling, fragmented words and sentences were all she was capable of right now.
She heard his zipper and knew he had gotten the just of it…he was a smart boy. Pulling her off the desk, Danny pinned her to himself. His front to her back. She could feel him; feel the proof of his arousal prodding her in the back. It sent a shiver coursing through her body. Her head fell back against his chest. He applied some pressure on her back, forcing her to bend over the desk. Resting her arms flat against the wood of the desk she threw her hair over one shoulder and looked back at him.
She became more aroused, if that was even possible, at the sight of him there. Pants and boxers pooled around his ankles, penis erect and glistening. Standing there ready to take her. She felt his hands on her thighs again. Spreading them apart. She could feel him at her entrance. He was teasing her. Then he thrust into her completely, the teasing was over. A low guttural groan was ripped from her throat at the feel of Danny filling her. Rubbing against every inch of her. His hip bones slamming into her ass thrust after thrust. His hands came up to massage her breasts, tweak her nipples. She was close, so close.
“Danny….I need…harder…deeper….faster” pleas panted out in a husky voice.
His hand trailed down her stomach towards the wetness, in search of that bundle of nerves. Thumb finding it and starting a languid rhythm of circles A sharp contrast to the frenzied pace of his thrusting. She was getting closer, climbing higher. She felt his tongue on her neck. Teeth nipping the skin there. Breaths panted out raggedly in her ear.
“Jordan, cum for me….” It was a mixture of things, his ragged deep voice, the feel of him inside her, his light caresses, the smell of him, of them together, that had her careening over the edge. Not long after, she felt Danny stiffen and then shudder against her back. Sweat slicked skin resting against sweat slicked skin. They were slowly coming back down to earth. Bodies began cooling, clothes were put back on. She was waiting for that awkwardness to set in but it didn’t, because it was them.
Sitting on the couch Danny looked over at her, “So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Umm I just came here to tell you that our relationship has to stay strictly professional, it’s beginning to head in a direction that could land us both in some hot water, so yeah that was about it….I was gonna give you the whole we work together so no sleeping together speech” Jordan said with a sheepish grin.
FINI