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WHO: David (Papa Bear) and Belinda (Jack the Giant Killer)
WHERE: Belinda's office.
WHEN: FOREVER AGO. (End of January. On 'Dress like your WoW character' day at Belinda's office.)
WHAT: A quick romantic rendezvous.
RATING/STATUS: PG-13 (adult content, some language) / Finished over AIM
NOTES: SORRY KIR. This was about a thousand years late being posted because I kept forgetting. D: I'm like Dory from Finding Nemo, swear to god.
David was by far the least patient man on the planet right now. The elevator up to Belinda's office seemed to be taking it's blessed time, and it was one thing for his girlfriend to be at work and working in normal clothes, but it was a different thing all together when she decided to deck out in some day elf necromancer bodice thingy -- the details which had been over David's head, save for 'brass wire bodice.' As a matter of fact, it was a miracle in itself that David actually remembered to tell Melvin just who had sent him. As the elevator doors slid open, David was greeted by one of the most decked out scenes thus far in his trips to the cubicle farm... Weaponry on all of the walls, most of it looking strangely realistic, and everything draped in various things then... Well.. Melvin. Or was it really Melvin? The man, er thing, that stood before David seemed to be an incarnation of Death itself, complete with baggy robes and a hood to boot, all of which puddled on the floor and practically screamed lawsuit if whoever was underneath all of that crap actually decided to move and ended up doing a faceplant on the floor. A hand was held out finally, the first sign of an actual human inhabiting the robe. "Password." The human said in as deep a resonating voice as he could muster, though with an obviously fake accent it sounded something along the lines of 'possword'. David looked at him skeptically for a few beats and finally, fed up that he was denied visual access to his girlfriend in her brass wire bodice, declared. "Leeroy Jenkins!" Melvin (it wasn't too hard to figure out it was the greeter underneath those robes), stood still for a few moments and then with a dramatic flare, took a step back and motioned in the direction of the rows of cubicles which now seemed to strangely resemble a castle. Weird.
By far, this was Belinda's favorite day at work ever. Even including all of the various victories - it was even better than the day when Team X-Files had stomped Team Stargate into the ground, and that had been a momentous occasion indeed. Belinda had spent most of the day the way she usually did - first, she tinkered around with some of the in-house repairs, had done that most of the morning on her own, and then had hit the phones just before lunch. Her costume was arguably the most complex, just because it'd taken a while to get the brass wire to stay put and the fabric to attach, and her ears had miraculously stayed put. She'd straightened her hair and fixed it just so, and by the time David made it into the office, she was lounging boredly in her spinning chair, long flowing cloak covering the good parts, of course.
And that was how David found her... Bored in her chair and covered up enough for any asthmatics in the vicinity. David had managed to avoid most of the other creatures and various other occupants, and thankfully knowing his way around the maze of cubicles, found Belinda's with little to no problems (although he had taken a semi-wrong turn at the large Orc head.) Glancing into the cubicle, David was rewarded with an eyeful of what was undoubtedly the sexiest woman in the realm, and the sight even caused him to smile lightly. "Wow." And he meant it.
Belinda had been so bored she'd almost reached for the Post-It notes - a sure sign that she was about to go insane - when thankfully David showed up. Her rescuer. "Oh, good, you got in," she said, and grinned up at him. "Even in your commoners' clothes." She winked, and hopped up from her chair to kiss him hello, a sight that her coworkers had gotten used to in the past few weeks.
He couldn't help himself! The more time he spent with her, and especially after MacWorld, David had begun to let his defenses down. If he was going for the cliche angle, he'd say that he had 'found something to smile about', and it wasn't just about the sex, although that was a keypoint... But just something more. Something David had needed for a while now, and until he had met Belinda, thought that it had died in the last year of his marriage. Tucking his arms around her wonderfully bare waist, David kissed her and having no shame whatsoever, enjoyed inspecting her outfit (or lack there of.) A few minutes later, he found her eyes once again. "I like it."
It had been a while now, since they'd started going out, and Belinda was definitely starting to get really attached. Strictly speaking, it'd been just slightly over a month since they'd started dating - and even though they hadn't had the where are we as a couple? scary talk yet, Belinda felt good about it. Her arms curled up around David's neck, and she kissed him back happily, ignoring the chorus of nerds breaking into a smattering of applause. She posed a bit for him, tilting her hips just slightly to show off the outfit. "Thank you," she said, grinning. "It took forever to get everything right."
Pretty pro at ignoring applause by now, although the fact that rangers, mages and various beasty-creatures were doing the applauding this time around instead of the group of techy geeks David had come to know did make him slightly uncomfortable. Choosing the higher road, David pushed the applause away and concentrated on Belinda and the tilt of her hips, his gaze sliding down, hands rubbing her sides briefly, not wanting to ruin her outfit by getting too friendly. One hand left her waist and as he glanced towards her fake ears, David lightly fingered one. "How many channels do you get on these things." He said, unwilling to leave too much space between them as he continued to hold her as close as possible without crushing her outfit.
Belinda grinned a cocky little grin and tilted her head to the side a little bit. "Eleven," she answered, laughing softly. "And two of those are in hi-def." She raised her eyebrows a bit to him. "So how much time do you have to hang out before you have to get back to work?" she asked him, just the slightest hint of suggestion in her voice. As a couple, they seemed to be in that stage where they were having sex constantly. She'd noticed the pattern emerging for a while, now.
Honestly, David was at that part in his life and thus as previously mentioned, in his relationship with Belinda where he was ready and willing for a large amount of sex to be sent his way. The mere fact that a 25 year old sexy, vibrant and intoxicating woman, found him intriguing was stroking his ego enough to give it permanent static cling was quite enough to make him keep coming back for more. Noticing the eyebrow lift and suggestive tone, David attempted to think with his brain instead of his pants, though once again failed miserably. "Told the other commoners I was taking the rest of the afternoon off.." He answered, hand falling from her fake ear and back to her waist which he rubbed appreciatively.
Smiling brightly, Belinda nodded. "Good. Very good, my lord," she fake-bowed slightly, waist giving a little curve. "Unfortunately, my guild will continue to need my aid here for a few more hours. Want to meet me at my apartment? I can give you my key if you want to just let yourself in. I should be done here by four." She raised her eyebrows hopefully. "We could make dinner and stay in." She honestly didn't mean to sound as porny as she sort of did. A gnome paladin across the room made a 'bow chik-a-wow-wow' noise.
Man deserved a gold star, as was obvious by the appreciative kiss. Actually, that made David want to go out and do more good deeds -- maybe cure hunger? Start the largest soup kitchen in the world that served both steak and vegetarian dishes on request?! God... David's hands, still at her back, continued to move on their own accord, lightly stroking the smooth skin beneath them that he had grown so accustomed to during MacWorld. Vaguely, David's thoughts lingered on just how much weight Belinda's desk could hold, although if they started something her coworkers might consider this the Inn and thus they would be screwed -- or not? "I could hold your wrench for you.. I'm good at that." He replied with an unusually warm smile.
Belinda grinned a bit, curling her fingers around his hair and tugging, gently. "You could?" she asked him, raising her eyebrows a little. "I can think of other things-" she started, and bit her lip to keep from finishing. She was pretty sure that David could fill the rest of that in. Besides, they were at her place of work. "But we have to behave," she told him, after a moment, voice dipping. "Can't have Milton sent to the hospital again."
Somewhere in the back of his throat, David made a pleased noise. Foregoing even caring about not crinkling Belinda's outfit (if push came to shove, he'd fix the damn thing himself), David's hands slunk down her waist and around her backside, pulling her closer still. "Behave, eh?" Blonde eyebrows rose, voice teasing. "I'm Mr Behave! Though..." He paused for dramatic effect and rubbed his hands along her backside a bit before continuing in a conspiratorially low voice. "We could set Melvin up at your cubicle door... Tell him some big unguessable password..."
Belinda made a quiet squeaking noise in her throat, eyes widening. Thank goodness that she was in a cloak - otherwise, Milton would have had a heart attack over the blatant groping. As it was, there was an awkward silence in the room. "My cubicle doesn't really have a door. You can't even wait a couple of hours?" she chided gently, though at the same time leaning closer, thighs brushing against his. And she knew it was a mean thing to do, but she couldn't help it. She liked to see him all excited. "Not even if I promise to do the same thing I did our second night at MacWorld, when we get back to my place?" she asked him, eyebrows raising wickedly.
Yes, and thank goodness David's hands were under the cloak, otherwise without the skin-on-skin contact, he would've gone postal. David enjoyed surprising her, although it would've been more of a surprise had she had any more skin showing in that outfit of her's, especially with them practically sandwiched together. Half-lidded eyes moved down her face and past her cleavage in the direction of her brushing thighs, an eyebrow lifting before meeting her eyes once again. ".. You're serious?" He paused, waiting for her to confirm it. "With the hand puppets and everything?"
Laughing a bit, Belinda nodded, grinning and leaning up to kiss David again, closing her eyes for a moment. The kiss was longer, deeper, and after it she pulled back to look up at him, batting her eyes. "With the hand puppets and everything," she confirmed, smirk growing from the right corner of her mouth, spreading all the way across her lips slowly. "I've got to go make sure Darnassus doesn't fall under attack," she told him.
Well that was all there was to it: David was going to have to go to Central Park and dunk various parts of his body in one of the fountains. Sighing, his mouth settled into a slightly goofy smile, though disappointed as the kiss ended and he was yet one more level up from total turnonization. Well shit. Reluctantly, David's arms snaked out from around her and then from under the cloak completely as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead lightly. "Go rescue Darnassus, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
Belinda laughed a bit, shaking her head a little. "Darnassus is the name of the world in Warcraft," she explained to him, pretty much endlessly patient - he was just so cute though, when he didn't know things. Nerdy things. It was kind of refreshing to have a normal boyfriend. "I get off of work soon," she promised him, giving him one last lingering look before she moved back toward her cubicle.
"He.. It. Whatever." David smirked, not really embarrassed about his trip-up in something as serious and broad as WoW. Blinking at her owlishly as she turned and went back into her cubicle, David cleared his throat and turned a bit to regard the Gnome Paladin with a sarcastic smile, Belinda's co-worker going back to concentrating on polishing his plastic sword with a foil hilt. Turning towards the elevators, David bypassed Melvin and pushed the down button. Stepping in, he watched as the doors slid closed and the elevator began it's descent to the ground floor. Pressing a splayed palm onto one of the metal walls, David took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, exhaling and then opening his eyes mere moments later. Shit. Just... Shit.
WHERE: Belinda's office.
WHEN: FOREVER AGO. (End of January. On 'Dress like your WoW character' day at Belinda's office.)
WHAT: A quick romantic rendezvous.
RATING/STATUS: PG-13 (adult content, some language) / Finished over AIM
NOTES: SORRY KIR. This was about a thousand years late being posted because I kept forgetting. D: I'm like Dory from Finding Nemo, swear to god.
David was by far the least patient man on the planet right now. The elevator up to Belinda's office seemed to be taking it's blessed time, and it was one thing for his girlfriend to be at work and working in normal clothes, but it was a different thing all together when she decided to deck out in some day elf necromancer bodice thingy -- the details which had been over David's head, save for 'brass wire bodice.' As a matter of fact, it was a miracle in itself that David actually remembered to tell Melvin just who had sent him. As the elevator doors slid open, David was greeted by one of the most decked out scenes thus far in his trips to the cubicle farm... Weaponry on all of the walls, most of it looking strangely realistic, and everything draped in various things then... Well.. Melvin. Or was it really Melvin? The man, er thing, that stood before David seemed to be an incarnation of Death itself, complete with baggy robes and a hood to boot, all of which puddled on the floor and practically screamed lawsuit if whoever was underneath all of that crap actually decided to move and ended up doing a faceplant on the floor. A hand was held out finally, the first sign of an actual human inhabiting the robe. "Password." The human said in as deep a resonating voice as he could muster, though with an obviously fake accent it sounded something along the lines of 'possword'. David looked at him skeptically for a few beats and finally, fed up that he was denied visual access to his girlfriend in her brass wire bodice, declared. "Leeroy Jenkins!" Melvin (it wasn't too hard to figure out it was the greeter underneath those robes), stood still for a few moments and then with a dramatic flare, took a step back and motioned in the direction of the rows of cubicles which now seemed to strangely resemble a castle. Weird.
By far, this was Belinda's favorite day at work ever. Even including all of the various victories - it was even better than the day when Team X-Files had stomped Team Stargate into the ground, and that had been a momentous occasion indeed. Belinda had spent most of the day the way she usually did - first, she tinkered around with some of the in-house repairs, had done that most of the morning on her own, and then had hit the phones just before lunch. Her costume was arguably the most complex, just because it'd taken a while to get the brass wire to stay put and the fabric to attach, and her ears had miraculously stayed put. She'd straightened her hair and fixed it just so, and by the time David made it into the office, she was lounging boredly in her spinning chair, long flowing cloak covering the good parts, of course.
And that was how David found her... Bored in her chair and covered up enough for any asthmatics in the vicinity. David had managed to avoid most of the other creatures and various other occupants, and thankfully knowing his way around the maze of cubicles, found Belinda's with little to no problems (although he had taken a semi-wrong turn at the large Orc head.) Glancing into the cubicle, David was rewarded with an eyeful of what was undoubtedly the sexiest woman in the realm, and the sight even caused him to smile lightly. "Wow." And he meant it.
Belinda had been so bored she'd almost reached for the Post-It notes - a sure sign that she was about to go insane - when thankfully David showed up. Her rescuer. "Oh, good, you got in," she said, and grinned up at him. "Even in your commoners' clothes." She winked, and hopped up from her chair to kiss him hello, a sight that her coworkers had gotten used to in the past few weeks.
He couldn't help himself! The more time he spent with her, and especially after MacWorld, David had begun to let his defenses down. If he was going for the cliche angle, he'd say that he had 'found something to smile about', and it wasn't just about the sex, although that was a keypoint... But just something more. Something David had needed for a while now, and until he had met Belinda, thought that it had died in the last year of his marriage. Tucking his arms around her wonderfully bare waist, David kissed her and having no shame whatsoever, enjoyed inspecting her outfit (or lack there of.) A few minutes later, he found her eyes once again. "I like it."
It had been a while now, since they'd started going out, and Belinda was definitely starting to get really attached. Strictly speaking, it'd been just slightly over a month since they'd started dating - and even though they hadn't had the where are we as a couple? scary talk yet, Belinda felt good about it. Her arms curled up around David's neck, and she kissed him back happily, ignoring the chorus of nerds breaking into a smattering of applause. She posed a bit for him, tilting her hips just slightly to show off the outfit. "Thank you," she said, grinning. "It took forever to get everything right."
Pretty pro at ignoring applause by now, although the fact that rangers, mages and various beasty-creatures were doing the applauding this time around instead of the group of techy geeks David had come to know did make him slightly uncomfortable. Choosing the higher road, David pushed the applause away and concentrated on Belinda and the tilt of her hips, his gaze sliding down, hands rubbing her sides briefly, not wanting to ruin her outfit by getting too friendly. One hand left her waist and as he glanced towards her fake ears, David lightly fingered one. "How many channels do you get on these things." He said, unwilling to leave too much space between them as he continued to hold her as close as possible without crushing her outfit.
Belinda grinned a cocky little grin and tilted her head to the side a little bit. "Eleven," she answered, laughing softly. "And two of those are in hi-def." She raised her eyebrows a bit to him. "So how much time do you have to hang out before you have to get back to work?" she asked him, just the slightest hint of suggestion in her voice. As a couple, they seemed to be in that stage where they were having sex constantly. She'd noticed the pattern emerging for a while, now.
Honestly, David was at that part in his life and thus as previously mentioned, in his relationship with Belinda where he was ready and willing for a large amount of sex to be sent his way. The mere fact that a 25 year old sexy, vibrant and intoxicating woman, found him intriguing was stroking his ego enough to give it permanent static cling was quite enough to make him keep coming back for more. Noticing the eyebrow lift and suggestive tone, David attempted to think with his brain instead of his pants, though once again failed miserably. "Told the other commoners I was taking the rest of the afternoon off.." He answered, hand falling from her fake ear and back to her waist which he rubbed appreciatively.
Smiling brightly, Belinda nodded. "Good. Very good, my lord," she fake-bowed slightly, waist giving a little curve. "Unfortunately, my guild will continue to need my aid here for a few more hours. Want to meet me at my apartment? I can give you my key if you want to just let yourself in. I should be done here by four." She raised her eyebrows hopefully. "We could make dinner and stay in." She honestly didn't mean to sound as porny as she sort of did. A gnome paladin across the room made a 'bow chik-a-wow-wow' noise.
Man deserved a gold star, as was obvious by the appreciative kiss. Actually, that made David want to go out and do more good deeds -- maybe cure hunger? Start the largest soup kitchen in the world that served both steak and vegetarian dishes on request?! God... David's hands, still at her back, continued to move on their own accord, lightly stroking the smooth skin beneath them that he had grown so accustomed to during MacWorld. Vaguely, David's thoughts lingered on just how much weight Belinda's desk could hold, although if they started something her coworkers might consider this the Inn and thus they would be screwed -- or not? "I could hold your wrench for you.. I'm good at that." He replied with an unusually warm smile.
Belinda grinned a bit, curling her fingers around his hair and tugging, gently. "You could?" she asked him, raising her eyebrows a little. "I can think of other things-" she started, and bit her lip to keep from finishing. She was pretty sure that David could fill the rest of that in. Besides, they were at her place of work. "But we have to behave," she told him, after a moment, voice dipping. "Can't have Milton sent to the hospital again."
Somewhere in the back of his throat, David made a pleased noise. Foregoing even caring about not crinkling Belinda's outfit (if push came to shove, he'd fix the damn thing himself), David's hands slunk down her waist and around her backside, pulling her closer still. "Behave, eh?" Blonde eyebrows rose, voice teasing. "I'm Mr Behave! Though..." He paused for dramatic effect and rubbed his hands along her backside a bit before continuing in a conspiratorially low voice. "We could set Melvin up at your cubicle door... Tell him some big unguessable password..."
Belinda made a quiet squeaking noise in her throat, eyes widening. Thank goodness that she was in a cloak - otherwise, Milton would have had a heart attack over the blatant groping. As it was, there was an awkward silence in the room. "My cubicle doesn't really have a door. You can't even wait a couple of hours?" she chided gently, though at the same time leaning closer, thighs brushing against his. And she knew it was a mean thing to do, but she couldn't help it. She liked to see him all excited. "Not even if I promise to do the same thing I did our second night at MacWorld, when we get back to my place?" she asked him, eyebrows raising wickedly.
Yes, and thank goodness David's hands were under the cloak, otherwise without the skin-on-skin contact, he would've gone postal. David enjoyed surprising her, although it would've been more of a surprise had she had any more skin showing in that outfit of her's, especially with them practically sandwiched together. Half-lidded eyes moved down her face and past her cleavage in the direction of her brushing thighs, an eyebrow lifting before meeting her eyes once again. ".. You're serious?" He paused, waiting for her to confirm it. "With the hand puppets and everything?"
Laughing a bit, Belinda nodded, grinning and leaning up to kiss David again, closing her eyes for a moment. The kiss was longer, deeper, and after it she pulled back to look up at him, batting her eyes. "With the hand puppets and everything," she confirmed, smirk growing from the right corner of her mouth, spreading all the way across her lips slowly. "I've got to go make sure Darnassus doesn't fall under attack," she told him.
Well that was all there was to it: David was going to have to go to Central Park and dunk various parts of his body in one of the fountains. Sighing, his mouth settled into a slightly goofy smile, though disappointed as the kiss ended and he was yet one more level up from total turnonization. Well shit. Reluctantly, David's arms snaked out from around her and then from under the cloak completely as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead lightly. "Go rescue Darnassus, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
Belinda laughed a bit, shaking her head a little. "Darnassus is the name of the world in Warcraft," she explained to him, pretty much endlessly patient - he was just so cute though, when he didn't know things. Nerdy things. It was kind of refreshing to have a normal boyfriend. "I get off of work soon," she promised him, giving him one last lingering look before she moved back toward her cubicle.
"He.. It. Whatever." David smirked, not really embarrassed about his trip-up in something as serious and broad as WoW. Blinking at her owlishly as she turned and went back into her cubicle, David cleared his throat and turned a bit to regard the Gnome Paladin with a sarcastic smile, Belinda's co-worker going back to concentrating on polishing his plastic sword with a foil hilt. Turning towards the elevators, David bypassed Melvin and pushed the down button. Stepping in, he watched as the doors slid closed and the elevator began it's descent to the ground floor. Pressing a splayed palm onto one of the metal walls, David took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, exhaling and then opening his eyes mere moments later. Shit. Just... Shit.