Fic: Stay the Night
Title: Stay the Night
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 930
Characters/Pairings: April, Simon (April/Simon)
Summary: "Haven't you always wanted to?"
"Late night?" Simon asked from the doorway of April's office.
She glanced back at him and smiled before turning back to her desk, switching two of the index cards that were spread across the surface.
"Yeah, just trying to get these talking points in the right order for Harrison's press conference tomorrow."
"My shift's almost over," Simon said, his eyes traveling down April's backside and the length of her legs, admiring her curves and loving the way her foot slipped out of her shoe as she leaned forward. He thought about the last time they made love and felt a low tingle in his stomach as he stepped fully into her office.
"I'm almost finished here; maybe you can take me home."
"Maybe," Simon murmured as he moved to stand behind April.
He reached up and moved her hair to the side, pressing his lips to her neck as his hand drifted slowly down her back. He teased her shirt from the waist of her skirt and she laughed softly, her head tilting to the side as his lips traveled to her jaw.
"Here?" she said quietly.
"Haven't you always wanted to?" he said, his hand slipping underneath her shirt to caress the skin of her stomach. He'd thought about it several times, fantasized about it late at night when he was alone. He loved being with April no matter where they were but there was something about having sex with her here, in this office, that sent a shiver down his spine and made his pants uncomfortably tight.
He pressed himself against her back as his hand continued down over the front of her skirt. He found the hem and slid it up, fingers venturing between her legs. He grinned as he felt damp cotton, felt the way her legs spread slightly to accommodate his wandering fingers.
"What if somebody hears us?" she murmured shakily as she gripped the edge of her desk.
"There's nobody here," he whispered, his hands gripping her hips and turning her around, pressing her against the desk. "And besides, isn't that part of the fun?"
She grinned as he kissed her, one hand rising to the back of his neck and gently tugging on his hair.
His fingers were quick on the buttons of her shirt, twitching the two halves aside and kissing the swell of her breasts. He moved one cup of her bra aside, exposing her breast fully and she moaned softly as his tongue passed over the erect nub of her nipple, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He pushed her skirt up and hooked his fingers over the waistband of her panties, pulling them down; her legs brushed his as she stepped out of them and he picked her up, setting her on the edge of the desk.
Her fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, moving to the fastenings of his trousers as he slid the holster from his belt, placing his sidearm on the desk as April pulled him to her.
She grinned as she slipped a hand down the front of his pants, brushing her lips against his as he took in a sharp breath. She nudged his pants down and he looped his arm around her waist, yanking her to him. Her legs circled his waist and he slid easily inside of her. He leaned forward to kiss her chest, one hand sliding forward on the surface of the desk and scattering some of her index cards.
Her legs tightened around him as she leaned back, more index cards scattering as she placed one hand behind her. Her hips rocked forward, taking him deeper inside as her head fell back, her long blonde hair stopping just above the surface of the desk. He watched her, entranced by the way she moved. No matter where they were, his bed, her bed, the couch in his living room or that one memorable time in the chaise on her balcony, he was always transfixed by the shape of her. His eyes traveled over the gentle curves of her hips, up the smooth expanse of her flat stomach, his gaze landing on her breasts and he longed to see them completely uncovered; the sudden surge of wanting made him harder and he pulled her forward, jerking his hips upward in a powerful thrust that made her gasp.
Her breath was warm on his face and he traced the shape of her lips with his fingers before covering her mouth with his, his hand drifting down to her back and pressing her against him. Her hands slid underneath his suit jacket and she clutched his shirt as she moved with him.
Though they'd only been dating a short while and had made love only a handful of times, he'd already learned the subtle changes in her expression and knew she was close to her climax. His hands moved once again to her hips, holding her tightly as he moved faster, pushing into her as far as he could.
Her legs tightened around him even more as she cried out with her orgasm, her head falling forward as she pressed against him, her hair tickling his face, her breath hot and quick on his neck. He thrust into her once more before his own end came and he held her close, burying his face in her hair.
"Still want me to take you home?" he asked a moment later and April laughed very softly, touching her lips lightly to his.
"Maybe you could stay the night," she murmured and he grinned.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 930
Characters/Pairings: April, Simon (April/Simon)
Summary: "Haven't you always wanted to?"
"Late night?" Simon asked from the doorway of April's office.
She glanced back at him and smiled before turning back to her desk, switching two of the index cards that were spread across the surface.
"Yeah, just trying to get these talking points in the right order for Harrison's press conference tomorrow."
"My shift's almost over," Simon said, his eyes traveling down April's backside and the length of her legs, admiring her curves and loving the way her foot slipped out of her shoe as she leaned forward. He thought about the last time they made love and felt a low tingle in his stomach as he stepped fully into her office.
"I'm almost finished here; maybe you can take me home."
"Maybe," Simon murmured as he moved to stand behind April.
He reached up and moved her hair to the side, pressing his lips to her neck as his hand drifted slowly down her back. He teased her shirt from the waist of her skirt and she laughed softly, her head tilting to the side as his lips traveled to her jaw.
"Here?" she said quietly.
"Haven't you always wanted to?" he said, his hand slipping underneath her shirt to caress the skin of her stomach. He'd thought about it several times, fantasized about it late at night when he was alone. He loved being with April no matter where they were but there was something about having sex with her here, in this office, that sent a shiver down his spine and made his pants uncomfortably tight.
He pressed himself against her back as his hand continued down over the front of her skirt. He found the hem and slid it up, fingers venturing between her legs. He grinned as he felt damp cotton, felt the way her legs spread slightly to accommodate his wandering fingers.
"What if somebody hears us?" she murmured shakily as she gripped the edge of her desk.
"There's nobody here," he whispered, his hands gripping her hips and turning her around, pressing her against the desk. "And besides, isn't that part of the fun?"
She grinned as he kissed her, one hand rising to the back of his neck and gently tugging on his hair.
His fingers were quick on the buttons of her shirt, twitching the two halves aside and kissing the swell of her breasts. He moved one cup of her bra aside, exposing her breast fully and she moaned softly as his tongue passed over the erect nub of her nipple, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He pushed her skirt up and hooked his fingers over the waistband of her panties, pulling them down; her legs brushed his as she stepped out of them and he picked her up, setting her on the edge of the desk.
Her fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, moving to the fastenings of his trousers as he slid the holster from his belt, placing his sidearm on the desk as April pulled him to her.
She grinned as she slipped a hand down the front of his pants, brushing her lips against his as he took in a sharp breath. She nudged his pants down and he looped his arm around her waist, yanking her to him. Her legs circled his waist and he slid easily inside of her. He leaned forward to kiss her chest, one hand sliding forward on the surface of the desk and scattering some of her index cards.
Her legs tightened around him as she leaned back, more index cards scattering as she placed one hand behind her. Her hips rocked forward, taking him deeper inside as her head fell back, her long blonde hair stopping just above the surface of the desk. He watched her, entranced by the way she moved. No matter where they were, his bed, her bed, the couch in his living room or that one memorable time in the chaise on her balcony, he was always transfixed by the shape of her. His eyes traveled over the gentle curves of her hips, up the smooth expanse of her flat stomach, his gaze landing on her breasts and he longed to see them completely uncovered; the sudden surge of wanting made him harder and he pulled her forward, jerking his hips upward in a powerful thrust that made her gasp.
Her breath was warm on his face and he traced the shape of her lips with his fingers before covering her mouth with his, his hand drifting down to her back and pressing her against him. Her hands slid underneath his suit jacket and she clutched his shirt as she moved with him.
Though they'd only been dating a short while and had made love only a handful of times, he'd already learned the subtle changes in her expression and knew she was close to her climax. His hands moved once again to her hips, holding her tightly as he moved faster, pushing into her as far as he could.
Her legs tightened around him even more as she cried out with her orgasm, her head falling forward as she pressed against him, her hair tickling his face, her breath hot and quick on his neck. He thrust into her once more before his own end came and he held her close, burying his face in her hair.
"Still want me to take you home?" he asked a moment later and April laughed very softly, touching her lips lightly to his.
"Maybe you could stay the night," she murmured and he grinned.