Taking a Break
Title: Taking a Break
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 2,534
Characters/Pairings: Eli, Hannah (Eli/Hannah)
A/N: It feels like it's been ages since I posted some fluffy Han/Eli pronz, so here's some I wrote a while back that I can finally post XD
Eli glances up, startled, when there's a sharp knock on the side of his cubicle, and then smiles broadly when he sees who it is.
"Hey, babe. What are you doing here?"
Hannah arches an eyebrow at him as she steps into the small space, holding up a small takeout box in one hand, a drink in the other.
"Bringing you dinner," she replies, setting the cup and container on his desk. "Though I should really be asking you that. It's almost 8:00 on a Saturday night, and you're at work."
He sighs, reaching for the food, and then leans back in his chair.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, smiling when he opens the box to reveal a turkey club sandwich and fries. "There was that damn emergency earlier, and then I didn't get the chance to finish this yesterday, and David wants it first thing Monday -"
"Dad never wants anything 'first thing Monday', no matter what he says," she interrupts, reaching forward and snagging a fry. The ring on her left hand sparkles in the light from the lamp on Eli's desk, and he smiles a little before sighing softly.
"I'm almost finished, I swear." He takes a bite of his sandwich, and then looks up at her. "What did you do today? How are your dress sketches coming?"
Hannah raises her eyebrows, chewing on another fry. "I had my appointment with the seamstress today, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. So I guess that's another thing off your checklist."
She nods, and then points her finger at him. "And no, you still can't see it."
"So you're really going to make me wait until the day of?"
"Mmhmm," she hums, and then giggles when he pouts. "It'll be here soon enough."
Eli chews his sandwich thoughtfully, his emotions flip-flopping between excitement and nervousness over their impending wedding day, even though it's still months away. It's not cold feet, exactly; he wants to marry Hannah more than anything in the world.
It's those thoughts that everyone so far has assured him are normal: Will he make a good husband? Can he provide for her like he should? Will he always be able to take care of her?
If there's one thing he knows for sure, however, it's that he will always love her.
When he finishes his dinner, he stands to throw away the container and wash the grease and salt from his hands.
Hannah is perched on the edge of his desk when he returns, her legs crossed at the knee, and he follows the line of her legs down to the sandals on her feet. The weather is starting to cool off, but he knows she'll continue to wear sandals until the absolute last minute. Right now, her toenails are bright pink, and it makes him smile.
Settling into his chair once more, he tries to ignore the expanse of smooth, tanned skin right in front of him as he raises his gaze to Hannah's face.
She leans down to kiss him, and before he quite knows what's happening, she's straddling his lap, her body pressed to his as she continues to kiss him.
His hands drop to her thighs, sliding up her soft skin and slipping under the skirt of her dress.
He tries to tell himself that he needs to get back to work, but god she feels so good pressed against him, her knees lightly squeezing his hips.
His hands continue up, finally reaching her hips, and anything he might have been about to say dies in his throat when he realizes that she has nothing on underneath her dress.
His eyes widen as he breaks the kiss, staring up at her in surprise, and she looks back, a coy smile curving her lips. Her fingers comb through his hair, and then she moves her hips against him before pressing her lips to his again.
"I'm at work," he mumbles against her mouth. He can feel himself beginning to grow hard as he slides the fingers of one hand down to trace the crease between thigh and hip, passing his thumb lightly over where he knows her tattoo is.
"I've thought about it, you know," she whispers, her breath catching when his fingertips brush over her slick folds. "Haven't you?"
Christ, she's already so wet, and he wonders how long she's been like this. The thought of her driving all the way to see him, wearing nothing but her dress and those strappy sandals, drives him mad, and makes him harder.
She continues speaking, her lips brushing his ear. "You and me, right here on your desk. Would you make love to me here, Eli?" She nips at his earlobe, and then whispers, her voice low and throaty, "Would you fuck me here?"
A groan escapes him, his lips brushing against her chest as he sweeps his fingers through her folds, savoring her shudder when he presses against her swollen clit. Her asking him to fuck her turns him on like nothing else, and there's no time to go home, or even find a more secluded spot. He needs her right now.
Standing quickly, he pushes his chair back so that it hits the back wall of his cubicle with a dull rattle and bounces off, and lifts her onto his desk.
His fingers fall to his belt, impatiently working the buckle, and she bites her lip as she watches, her legs spreading as she fists the hem of her dress in her hands.
Finally he's free, pants and boxers around his ankles, and she yanks her dress up as he pulls her right to the edge of the desk and leans over her, pushing her back as he buries himself inside of her in one swift thrust.
Her arm circles his neck as she gasps, and he braces his hands on the desk on either side of her hips, kissing her hard as he jerks his hips, slamming into her.
Her hips move against him, matching him thrust for thrust, and she leans back a bit more, keeping her arm around his neck and bracing her other hand behind her.
She clenches around him, urging him on with breathy moans and gasps and whispers of his name, trying to be quiet because she has no idea who else might be here this late.
Before she knows it, she's lying flat on the desk, her knees high against his sides, and he's over her, still thrusting hard, sliding deeper now and hitting that spot she loves so much.
Her mouth is open, her head tipped back, and when he brings his mouth to her neck, scraping his teeth over her skin and following with his tongue, the tightness in her belly explodes.
Her hand rises to cover her mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sounds of her orgasm, and a moment later he joins her, groaning into the curve of her neck, moving slower and slower as their bodies slowly calm.
A few moments pass, and then he straightens, snatching a handful of tissues from the box on his desk to clean both of them up a little.
After throwing the tissues away, he takes her hands and helps her to a sitting position before bending to pull his pants back up, and then steps forward, sliding his arms around her waist as he kisses her.
"I'll see you at home," she murmurs when the kiss breaks.
She arches an eyebrow at him, pushing gently against his chest, and he backs up a step so she can hop off the desk.
She slips her purse onto her shoulder and then moves past him, and he watches as she starts for the elevator. There's a sway to her hips, her dress fluttering around her thighs, and he bites back a groan as his mind drifts to what's missing underneath the pretty floral pattern.
He looks back at the work on his desk, shoved to the side during their tryst, and makes a snap decision.
Two minutes later he catches up with her, slipping inside the elevator just as the doors begin to close.
She grins as he presses her against the wall of the elevator, his hands braced against the wall as he dips his head to kiss her neck, and then moans as he kisses a path to the spot behind her ear, her hips pushing into his as both of her hands slide into his hair.
His hand falls to her leg, disappearing under her skirt and trailing up the inside of her thigh before pressing against her center, finding her still wet.
"Race you home," he whispers against her skin, letting his fingers dip briefly between her folds. "Winner gets to be on top."
A breathless laugh escapes her. "Oh, you are so on."
She lets him win.
They're in bed sometime later, fingers woven together on her stomach as they lay quietly.
After a minute, he sighs softly and turns towards her, touching a light kiss to her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Han."
A frown creases her brow as she looks down at him. "For what?"
"For working so much sometimes and not spending enough time with you." He leans his head on her shoulder, and she brings her free hand up to thread her fingers in his hair, gently stroking his scalp. "It's like I'm still having to prove myself. A lot of people still look at me as the newbie, even though I've been there over two years now, and I don't want to give them any reason to think less of me, you know? I don't want to have to turn things in late, or ask for more time on a report or something, and I don't want to give people reason to think that David favors me, just because I'm with you. I just want to do my job."
"I know," she murmurs, her fingers still moving in his hair. "And I know you want to be like Dad. He got to where he is by working hard, and putting in a lot of long hours, but let me tell you one thing. Whenever he could, he kept his weekends to himself. He brought work home sometimes, but he always made time for himself, and for me."
There's a brief pause, and then she sighs. "I know you love what you do, and I'm glad you're doing what makes you happy, but I don't want to see you get burnt out. It's happened to agents Dad's worked with before, they get too involved, and end up transferring somewhere else, or quitting altogether." She smiles a little. "You're one of the most selfless people I know, but it's okay to be a little selfish sometimes. Just take a break every once in a while, and do something for yourself."
He pushes himself up to look at her, his eyebrows raised a little, and she grins.
"Okay, and maybe do stuff for me too."
He laughs softly and leans down to kiss her.
"You're going to be a good husband, Eli," she murmurs when he pulls away, staring into his eyes. "I know you're worried about that, but you don't need to be. You take such good care of me already, and you love me so much. Just keep that up, and I'll be happy." She brings her hand to the back of his neck, lightly stroking his skin with her nails. "And you know what else," she continues, raising her eyebrows, "you're going to be amazing father someday too."
He stares at her, his heart leaping a little. Though he knows she loves kids, and he does too, they haven't really talked yet about having children of their own.
"Kids?" His voice is soft, and a little uncertain, and her eyebrows knit together.
"Do - do you want kids?"
He laughs a little, and nods quickly. "Yes, very much. I just wasn't sure - we haven't really talked - but yes."
She giggles softly, shaking her head. "I think I assumed it was a given. It felt like something we didn't really need to talk about, but I'm glad it's out there now."
He smiles, and lowers his head to kiss her again. "White picket fence," he says softly, moving his lips to her jaw. She tips her chin up to allow him easier access, and he continues slowly to her neck. "Two-point-five kids."
She laughs a little breathlessly, her fingers tightening in his hair as he continues down her chest.
"I don't know about you, but I'd prefer a whole kid to a half."
He chuckles, his breath warm on her skin, and nods. "So would I."
He lifts himself over her, settling between her legs, and props himself on his forearms.
"I love you."
She smiles, raising her hand to his face. "I love you too."
"And as cliché as it sounds, I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
She giggles, tilting her head to the side as she looks at him. "I've said it before, but most guys just don't talk that way."
He smiles, and lowers his head to kiss her.
"Well, I'm not like most guys."
He lifts his hips, and her legs spread wider as he pushes slowly inside of her, a soft sigh slipping past her lips when he's finally in all the way.
He kisses her again, and she breathes against his mouth, "I know."
Eli settles behind his desk on Monday morning and checks his email, grinning a little when he sees the message from David amending his previous request for Eli's report to be handed in first thing that morning, telling him he now wants it before Eli goes home for the day.
He really had been almost done when Hannah turned up Saturday night, and he reaches into his drawer to pull it out and finish it up.
He starts to close the drawer, and then pauses, a frown creasing his brow as he absently lays the report on his desk.
Reaching into the drawer again, his fingers close around the bright yellow scrap of material that caught his attention, and his eyes widen when he pulls it out and sees that it's a pair of panties.
He stares at them for a moment, and then looks up quickly, his hand curling into a fist around the silky fabric as he checks that nobody is around.
As he tucks the panties carefully back into his drawer, he resists the urge to laugh right out loud, and pulls his phone from his pocket after pushing the drawer shut again.
He types out a quick text message and sends it off to Hannah, still grinning.
I think you left something here Saturday night.
He sits a moment, waiting for her to reply. He knows she's up, and she doesn't have class for a few hours.
Sure enough, his phone beeps a second later, and he calls up the message, his grin growing wider still when he sees her reply is nothing more than a wink.
Chuckling quietly to himself, he slides his phone back into his pocket and reaches for the report and his pen.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 2,534
Characters/Pairings: Eli, Hannah (Eli/Hannah)
A/N: It feels like it's been ages since I posted some fluffy Han/Eli pronz, so here's some I wrote a while back that I can finally post XD
Eli glances up, startled, when there's a sharp knock on the side of his cubicle, and then smiles broadly when he sees who it is.
"Hey, babe. What are you doing here?"
Hannah arches an eyebrow at him as she steps into the small space, holding up a small takeout box in one hand, a drink in the other.
"Bringing you dinner," she replies, setting the cup and container on his desk. "Though I should really be asking you that. It's almost 8:00 on a Saturday night, and you're at work."
He sighs, reaching for the food, and then leans back in his chair.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, smiling when he opens the box to reveal a turkey club sandwich and fries. "There was that damn emergency earlier, and then I didn't get the chance to finish this yesterday, and David wants it first thing Monday -"
"Dad never wants anything 'first thing Monday', no matter what he says," she interrupts, reaching forward and snagging a fry. The ring on her left hand sparkles in the light from the lamp on Eli's desk, and he smiles a little before sighing softly.
"I'm almost finished, I swear." He takes a bite of his sandwich, and then looks up at her. "What did you do today? How are your dress sketches coming?"
Hannah raises her eyebrows, chewing on another fry. "I had my appointment with the seamstress today, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. So I guess that's another thing off your checklist."
She nods, and then points her finger at him. "And no, you still can't see it."
"So you're really going to make me wait until the day of?"
"Mmhmm," she hums, and then giggles when he pouts. "It'll be here soon enough."
Eli chews his sandwich thoughtfully, his emotions flip-flopping between excitement and nervousness over their impending wedding day, even though it's still months away. It's not cold feet, exactly; he wants to marry Hannah more than anything in the world.
It's those thoughts that everyone so far has assured him are normal: Will he make a good husband? Can he provide for her like he should? Will he always be able to take care of her?
If there's one thing he knows for sure, however, it's that he will always love her.
When he finishes his dinner, he stands to throw away the container and wash the grease and salt from his hands.
Hannah is perched on the edge of his desk when he returns, her legs crossed at the knee, and he follows the line of her legs down to the sandals on her feet. The weather is starting to cool off, but he knows she'll continue to wear sandals until the absolute last minute. Right now, her toenails are bright pink, and it makes him smile.
Settling into his chair once more, he tries to ignore the expanse of smooth, tanned skin right in front of him as he raises his gaze to Hannah's face.
She leans down to kiss him, and before he quite knows what's happening, she's straddling his lap, her body pressed to his as she continues to kiss him.
His hands drop to her thighs, sliding up her soft skin and slipping under the skirt of her dress.
He tries to tell himself that he needs to get back to work, but god she feels so good pressed against him, her knees lightly squeezing his hips.
His hands continue up, finally reaching her hips, and anything he might have been about to say dies in his throat when he realizes that she has nothing on underneath her dress.
His eyes widen as he breaks the kiss, staring up at her in surprise, and she looks back, a coy smile curving her lips. Her fingers comb through his hair, and then she moves her hips against him before pressing her lips to his again.
"I'm at work," he mumbles against her mouth. He can feel himself beginning to grow hard as he slides the fingers of one hand down to trace the crease between thigh and hip, passing his thumb lightly over where he knows her tattoo is.
"I've thought about it, you know," she whispers, her breath catching when his fingertips brush over her slick folds. "Haven't you?"
Christ, she's already so wet, and he wonders how long she's been like this. The thought of her driving all the way to see him, wearing nothing but her dress and those strappy sandals, drives him mad, and makes him harder.
She continues speaking, her lips brushing his ear. "You and me, right here on your desk. Would you make love to me here, Eli?" She nips at his earlobe, and then whispers, her voice low and throaty, "Would you fuck me here?"
A groan escapes him, his lips brushing against her chest as he sweeps his fingers through her folds, savoring her shudder when he presses against her swollen clit. Her asking him to fuck her turns him on like nothing else, and there's no time to go home, or even find a more secluded spot. He needs her right now.
Standing quickly, he pushes his chair back so that it hits the back wall of his cubicle with a dull rattle and bounces off, and lifts her onto his desk.
His fingers fall to his belt, impatiently working the buckle, and she bites her lip as she watches, her legs spreading as she fists the hem of her dress in her hands.
Finally he's free, pants and boxers around his ankles, and she yanks her dress up as he pulls her right to the edge of the desk and leans over her, pushing her back as he buries himself inside of her in one swift thrust.
Her arm circles his neck as she gasps, and he braces his hands on the desk on either side of her hips, kissing her hard as he jerks his hips, slamming into her.
Her hips move against him, matching him thrust for thrust, and she leans back a bit more, keeping her arm around his neck and bracing her other hand behind her.
She clenches around him, urging him on with breathy moans and gasps and whispers of his name, trying to be quiet because she has no idea who else might be here this late.
Before she knows it, she's lying flat on the desk, her knees high against his sides, and he's over her, still thrusting hard, sliding deeper now and hitting that spot she loves so much.
Her mouth is open, her head tipped back, and when he brings his mouth to her neck, scraping his teeth over her skin and following with his tongue, the tightness in her belly explodes.
Her hand rises to cover her mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sounds of her orgasm, and a moment later he joins her, groaning into the curve of her neck, moving slower and slower as their bodies slowly calm.
A few moments pass, and then he straightens, snatching a handful of tissues from the box on his desk to clean both of them up a little.
After throwing the tissues away, he takes her hands and helps her to a sitting position before bending to pull his pants back up, and then steps forward, sliding his arms around her waist as he kisses her.
"I'll see you at home," she murmurs when the kiss breaks.
She arches an eyebrow at him, pushing gently against his chest, and he backs up a step so she can hop off the desk.
She slips her purse onto her shoulder and then moves past him, and he watches as she starts for the elevator. There's a sway to her hips, her dress fluttering around her thighs, and he bites back a groan as his mind drifts to what's missing underneath the pretty floral pattern.
He looks back at the work on his desk, shoved to the side during their tryst, and makes a snap decision.
Two minutes later he catches up with her, slipping inside the elevator just as the doors begin to close.
She grins as he presses her against the wall of the elevator, his hands braced against the wall as he dips his head to kiss her neck, and then moans as he kisses a path to the spot behind her ear, her hips pushing into his as both of her hands slide into his hair.
His hand falls to her leg, disappearing under her skirt and trailing up the inside of her thigh before pressing against her center, finding her still wet.
"Race you home," he whispers against her skin, letting his fingers dip briefly between her folds. "Winner gets to be on top."
A breathless laugh escapes her. "Oh, you are so on."
She lets him win.
They're in bed sometime later, fingers woven together on her stomach as they lay quietly.
After a minute, he sighs softly and turns towards her, touching a light kiss to her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Han."
A frown creases her brow as she looks down at him. "For what?"
"For working so much sometimes and not spending enough time with you." He leans his head on her shoulder, and she brings her free hand up to thread her fingers in his hair, gently stroking his scalp. "It's like I'm still having to prove myself. A lot of people still look at me as the newbie, even though I've been there over two years now, and I don't want to give them any reason to think less of me, you know? I don't want to have to turn things in late, or ask for more time on a report or something, and I don't want to give people reason to think that David favors me, just because I'm with you. I just want to do my job."
"I know," she murmurs, her fingers still moving in his hair. "And I know you want to be like Dad. He got to where he is by working hard, and putting in a lot of long hours, but let me tell you one thing. Whenever he could, he kept his weekends to himself. He brought work home sometimes, but he always made time for himself, and for me."
There's a brief pause, and then she sighs. "I know you love what you do, and I'm glad you're doing what makes you happy, but I don't want to see you get burnt out. It's happened to agents Dad's worked with before, they get too involved, and end up transferring somewhere else, or quitting altogether." She smiles a little. "You're one of the most selfless people I know, but it's okay to be a little selfish sometimes. Just take a break every once in a while, and do something for yourself."
He pushes himself up to look at her, his eyebrows raised a little, and she grins.
"Okay, and maybe do stuff for me too."
He laughs softly and leans down to kiss her.
"You're going to be a good husband, Eli," she murmurs when he pulls away, staring into his eyes. "I know you're worried about that, but you don't need to be. You take such good care of me already, and you love me so much. Just keep that up, and I'll be happy." She brings her hand to the back of his neck, lightly stroking his skin with her nails. "And you know what else," she continues, raising her eyebrows, "you're going to be amazing father someday too."
He stares at her, his heart leaping a little. Though he knows she loves kids, and he does too, they haven't really talked yet about having children of their own.
"Kids?" His voice is soft, and a little uncertain, and her eyebrows knit together.
"Do - do you want kids?"
He laughs a little, and nods quickly. "Yes, very much. I just wasn't sure - we haven't really talked - but yes."
She giggles softly, shaking her head. "I think I assumed it was a given. It felt like something we didn't really need to talk about, but I'm glad it's out there now."
He smiles, and lowers his head to kiss her again. "White picket fence," he says softly, moving his lips to her jaw. She tips her chin up to allow him easier access, and he continues slowly to her neck. "Two-point-five kids."
She laughs a little breathlessly, her fingers tightening in his hair as he continues down her chest.
"I don't know about you, but I'd prefer a whole kid to a half."
He chuckles, his breath warm on her skin, and nods. "So would I."
He lifts himself over her, settling between her legs, and props himself on his forearms.
"I love you."
She smiles, raising her hand to his face. "I love you too."
"And as cliché as it sounds, I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
She giggles, tilting her head to the side as she looks at him. "I've said it before, but most guys just don't talk that way."
He smiles, and lowers his head to kiss her.
"Well, I'm not like most guys."
He lifts his hips, and her legs spread wider as he pushes slowly inside of her, a soft sigh slipping past her lips when he's finally in all the way.
He kisses her again, and she breathes against his mouth, "I know."
Eli settles behind his desk on Monday morning and checks his email, grinning a little when he sees the message from David amending his previous request for Eli's report to be handed in first thing that morning, telling him he now wants it before Eli goes home for the day.
He really had been almost done when Hannah turned up Saturday night, and he reaches into his drawer to pull it out and finish it up.
He starts to close the drawer, and then pauses, a frown creasing his brow as he absently lays the report on his desk.
Reaching into the drawer again, his fingers close around the bright yellow scrap of material that caught his attention, and his eyes widen when he pulls it out and sees that it's a pair of panties.
He stares at them for a moment, and then looks up quickly, his hand curling into a fist around the silky fabric as he checks that nobody is around.
As he tucks the panties carefully back into his drawer, he resists the urge to laugh right out loud, and pulls his phone from his pocket after pushing the drawer shut again.
He types out a quick text message and sends it off to Hannah, still grinning.
I think you left something here Saturday night.
He sits a moment, waiting for her to reply. He knows she's up, and she doesn't have class for a few hours.
Sure enough, his phone beeps a second later, and he calls up the message, his grin growing wider still when he sees her reply is nothing more than a wink.
Chuckling quietly to himself, he slides his phone back into his pocket and reaches for the report and his pen.