Title: Official Business [
INDEX]
Author: Erin (
erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Dree and El
Rating: high-PG
Summary: Dree likes to handle royal requests personally.
Warning: *Written for Round Three of
love_bingo. Prompt: love bite
Disclaimer: The original characters of The Wizard of Oz belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters of Tin Man belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine and
bizarra's. And, now
gatechic's, by default. Garrett Cain belongs to
gatechic and is, as always, used and abused with love. ♥
Dree had been looking at proposals and petitions all morning. Most of them were fairly straightforward, but every now and then, one caused Dree to focus a bit more. Normally, the work required an extra study of old laws or a clarification, but the page next in the stack caused her to sit up.
"Oh, Admiral," she breathed, letting herself sit back against the chair. As she read over the sections of the form, Dree made a face and leaned forward to reach for her phone. She hit the button that automatically dialed El's phone as she continued to review the request.
"Admiral, a word?" she said simply, when her wife's voice answered. Without another word, Dree ended the call and tossed the phone on the desk. A moment later, she lifted the form and held it up. "I can't do anything with this," she stated as El appeared in the doorway.
"With what? Part A or Part B" El asked, acting like she didn't know exactly which request Dree was referring to. She moved into the office and reached for the page. "Literally or figuratively?" El added with a raised eyebrow.
Dree leaned back in her chair again and turned toward her wife. "Part B. Officially," she stated, making no effort to hide her leering. El wasn't exactly helping, either, as she was wearing form-fitting jeans and a fairly revealing blouse. Dree figured El knew exactly what she was doing, too, and had most likely changed her clothes after returning home from New Central and dropping the kids off at the ranch.
Dree scooted the chair back, making room for El to step between her and the desk. El nonchalantly leaned against the desk, then sat and pushed her chest out slightly, still focused on the form. "I don't see what's wrong with it. The request seems perfectly clear." She tried to ignore the feeling of her wife's hands roaming from her knees toward her hips, the blonde clearly focused on attacking Part A as soon as possible.
"Well," Dree started, pushing herself to standing, then moving closer to El. "for one thing-" Dree trailed one hand from El's waist, up her side, and along the neckline of her blouse, while the other started at El's neck and started moving down toward the first button that was done. She paused and leaned in to press a kiss to El's neck.
"It's not signed," Dree said a moment later, having pulled back enough to look at El.
El gave the blonde a smirk and shifted her weight slightly, once again pushing her chest out. "Well, signing it means it goes on the official record."
"So," Dree assumed, now making a show of undoing the last of the buttons on El's blouse, "you want to officially have all official business done in bed? But," she asked, now tugging on the waistband of El's pants, "you don't want it on the books?" Dree raised an eyebrow and popped the button free.
"Of course not," El laughed as she pulled the lapels of her shirt back and off her shoulders, then reached for Dree's waist and pulled her closer. Her eyes closed and she hummed for a moment as Dree pressed her lips to bare skin. "That would mean Debney has access to my underwear drawer."
Dree laughed against El's shoulder as her hands formed to the curves of the brunette's chest. "Worried he might want to try something on?" El threw her head back and laughed, hooking her legs around Dree's back as Dree reached around and pushed the items on the desk out of the way. Once a space was clear, Dree pushed El back and leaned over her. She pressed kisses along El's collarbone while her hands worked at the pants again, pulling them off El's hips.
"Mmmm," El hummed again as Dree's fingers moved to her inner thigh. At the feeling of her wife's fingers on her most sensitive skin, El squeaked and bit her lip. "I should petition the Queen for sex on the desk more often."