I want to fuck you like an animal...
She’d been pacing around the Ministry for the better part of an hour, trying to calm down. It wasn’t effective, though. Natalie was still seeing red, her hands were still shaking with rage. That little whore. She had fucking notes and a recording of her pre-trial interview; Heidi Macavoy said she’d been blackmailed, and then she’d gone and lied on the stand to what? Protect the very man who’d blackmailed her?
Natalie had half a mind-- more than half, really-- to file a motion to arrest the woman on charges of perjury. That carried a potential of... up to seven years in prison, if she recalled correctly. Sentence probably wouldn’t last that long, maybe two years if Natalie got lucky.
But putting the bitch away wasn’t worth the paperwork, and after today’s verdict, she couldn’t risk another hit to her reputation. Even if arresting the little tramp was the right thing to do, it would just look like she was carrying out a vendetta. Which she was, but that was beside the point.
“Fucking FUCK!”
The secretary she’d just passed dropped her notes in shock, and papers fluttered all over the hallway. Natalie barely even noticed, striding off down the hall in search of something-- or someone-- to help take the edge off.
She wouldn’t file charges against the slag, much as she wanted to. Too much paperwork. But she could find the next best thing.
Upon arrival at the office, she knocked twice and waited. When she heard a grunted, “Come in,” she turned the knob and entered, slamming the door behind her.
“Mac.” Zach’s voice didn’t betray any surprise at her sudden, violent entry. “Always a pleasure, sweetheart.” He could nearly taste the tension rolling off of her. Someone wasn’t a happy little bunny today.
“Fucking slag fucked over my trial,” she snarled, throwing herself into the chair across the desk. She ignored the ‘sweeheart’ quip.
Zach’s eyebrows rose. There went that helpful advice. “And you want me to shove her into some hellish dimension to think about what she’s done?”
“No, I want to file papers and have her convicted of perjury. But if that hellish dimension you’ve got lying around down here has some sort of medieval torture device, that would work, too.”
“If I told you it did, I’d have to fling you in there too. And that’s more fucking paperwork than I can be arsed handling.” He leaned back from his desk, where other such hated paperwork stood as a reminder of his responsibilities. Fucking procedures. “What else can I do you for, then?”
“Don’t have to tell me, just have to do it,” Natalie muttered darkly. She hated paperwork, too; it was the main reason she hadn’t already gone to her office and filed a motion of perjury. Glancing up at Smith, she quirked one platinum blonde brow.
“Take my mind off it?”
He heaved a sigh. “All I am’s a piece of meat to you lot, isn’t it? It’s degrading. Exhausting.” His shark-like grin undermined the words as he levitated his work from his desk, baring the surface.
“Yes, I can see how your self-esteem suffers so,” she replied dryly, moving from her perch to hop up onto his desk. “You poor, poor sod.”
“Tragic, innit?” As he spoke, he traced his wand over her shirt, grin widening as the fabric fell away.
Sliding over his desk, she hooked one heel in his belt loop and drew him to her, leaning over so her fingers could move to the fastenings on his trousers as she did. She pulled the leather belt away and let it drop to the floor before her fingers made quick work of his button and zip.
“An absolute travesty, Smith.”
His only answer was a smirk as Zach tugged her into his lap, returning the favour by pulling down her trousers. He was sure he could provide a worthy distraction from Natalie’s particular frustrations.
Her hands continued their work on his trousers, and one maneuvered inside to grasp at his hardening length. Lips curling at the sound he made, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
He thrust into her hand. “No need to be gentle, Mac.” He bra was dispatched with ease, before Zach leaned back to tug off his shirt.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Shifting on his lap to push her trousers off her legs, she then jerked his own down past his hips. Without wasting another minute, she straddled his lap and slid down onto his waiting erection.
“You dream of me?” he goaded with a grin, bucking up into her. Natalie wasn’t the softest, girliest of girls, but here, where it counted, she was as warm and wet and velvet as the rest of them.
She inhaled sharply, hips moving in time with his. “You wish,” she said on an exhale, closing her eyes as they set a quick, staccato rhythm together. This was what she’d needed, a quick release. Smith was an arrogant bastard, but fuck if he wasn’t a good fuck.
“Nightly,” the man promised mockingly, a hand splaying over her back in support as he rose, shifting her onto the desk. Before balance could be regained he was fucking her in earnest, driving the lithe, angry woman beneath him into the sturdy wood of the desk.
Hooking her legs around his waist, the heels of her shoes pressed into the tops of his thighs, adding an extra bite of pain to their rough fucking. Natalie reached above her head and grabbed the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening as she gripped the wood, searching for purchase. Her inner muscles squeezed and relaxed around him, working in time with his thrusts.
There was no more breath wasted on words as he surged in and out of her at a punishing pace, seeking to burn out her anger and frustration with naught but body and sheer will. There would be bruises and broken skin later, of that Zach was sure, but what mattered was now; the chase, the push.
Her eyes squeezed shut as his hips pounded against hers, soft ‘oomphs’ falling from both their lips in time with their movements. In that moment, Natalie hated; she hated Heidi for fucking over her trial, she hated Smith for being such an arrogant arsehole, she hated Justin for being reassigned to the Swiss case.
But most of all? She hated herself for needing this.
One hand reached down, stroking to hasten her release. There were things in the world that Zacharias Smith didn’t know - or shouldn’t know - but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what woman’s body needed and how to give it; that Natalie would only allow herself to be close to calm once she came.
Her orgasm didn’t creep up on her; it fell down upon her quickly, a tightening of her body that had her toes curling and her back arching as she cried out in release. Little tremors ran through her, passing over her skin as her hips bucked beneath him, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching in climax.
“Better, Mac?” he inquired, almost politely. The words were chased by a groan as he was squeezed, gritting his teeth to hold on and keep pushing, thrusting through her as she fell around him. He couldn’t help but pinch the bundle of nerves beneath his fingers as he continued to burn himself into her, close but not yet ready to give in.
She didn't reply-- not verbally, at least-- but a strained moan fell from her lips. Her hips jerked against his when he pinched; the intense sensation causing her to squeeze around him again and again.
Reaching for him, she swiped her nails across his chest. Angry red lines immediately formed, blood welling in their wake, satisfaction filling her at the site. It brought on his climax, Smith bucking and grunting against her as he spilled his seed into her body. It was how they were; blood and bruises went hand in hand when they were together like this.
And blood was just what the Healer had ordered.
Summary: Pissed from the trial, Natalie seeks out Zach for a little anger relief.
Natalie had half a mind-- more than half, really-- to file a motion to arrest the woman on charges of perjury. That carried a potential of... up to seven years in prison, if she recalled correctly. Sentence probably wouldn’t last that long, maybe two years if Natalie got lucky.
But putting the bitch away wasn’t worth the paperwork, and after today’s verdict, she couldn’t risk another hit to her reputation. Even if arresting the little tramp was the right thing to do, it would just look like she was carrying out a vendetta. Which she was, but that was beside the point.
“Fucking FUCK!”
The secretary she’d just passed dropped her notes in shock, and papers fluttered all over the hallway. Natalie barely even noticed, striding off down the hall in search of something-- or someone-- to help take the edge off.
She wouldn’t file charges against the slag, much as she wanted to. Too much paperwork. But she could find the next best thing.
Upon arrival at the office, she knocked twice and waited. When she heard a grunted, “Come in,” she turned the knob and entered, slamming the door behind her.
“Mac.” Zach’s voice didn’t betray any surprise at her sudden, violent entry. “Always a pleasure, sweetheart.” He could nearly taste the tension rolling off of her. Someone wasn’t a happy little bunny today.
“Fucking slag fucked over my trial,” she snarled, throwing herself into the chair across the desk. She ignored the ‘sweeheart’ quip.
Zach’s eyebrows rose. There went that helpful advice. “And you want me to shove her into some hellish dimension to think about what she’s done?”
“No, I want to file papers and have her convicted of perjury. But if that hellish dimension you’ve got lying around down here has some sort of medieval torture device, that would work, too.”
“If I told you it did, I’d have to fling you in there too. And that’s more fucking paperwork than I can be arsed handling.” He leaned back from his desk, where other such hated paperwork stood as a reminder of his responsibilities. Fucking procedures. “What else can I do you for, then?”
“Don’t have to tell me, just have to do it,” Natalie muttered darkly. She hated paperwork, too; it was the main reason she hadn’t already gone to her office and filed a motion of perjury. Glancing up at Smith, she quirked one platinum blonde brow.
“Take my mind off it?”
He heaved a sigh. “All I am’s a piece of meat to you lot, isn’t it? It’s degrading. Exhausting.” His shark-like grin undermined the words as he levitated his work from his desk, baring the surface.
“Yes, I can see how your self-esteem suffers so,” she replied dryly, moving from her perch to hop up onto his desk. “You poor, poor sod.”
“Tragic, innit?” As he spoke, he traced his wand over her shirt, grin widening as the fabric fell away.
Sliding over his desk, she hooked one heel in his belt loop and drew him to her, leaning over so her fingers could move to the fastenings on his trousers as she did. She pulled the leather belt away and let it drop to the floor before her fingers made quick work of his button and zip.
“An absolute travesty, Smith.”
His only answer was a smirk as Zach tugged her into his lap, returning the favour by pulling down her trousers. He was sure he could provide a worthy distraction from Natalie’s particular frustrations.
Her hands continued their work on his trousers, and one maneuvered inside to grasp at his hardening length. Lips curling at the sound he made, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
He thrust into her hand. “No need to be gentle, Mac.” He bra was dispatched with ease, before Zach leaned back to tug off his shirt.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Shifting on his lap to push her trousers off her legs, she then jerked his own down past his hips. Without wasting another minute, she straddled his lap and slid down onto his waiting erection.
“You dream of me?” he goaded with a grin, bucking up into her. Natalie wasn’t the softest, girliest of girls, but here, where it counted, she was as warm and wet and velvet as the rest of them.
She inhaled sharply, hips moving in time with his. “You wish,” she said on an exhale, closing her eyes as they set a quick, staccato rhythm together. This was what she’d needed, a quick release. Smith was an arrogant bastard, but fuck if he wasn’t a good fuck.
“Nightly,” the man promised mockingly, a hand splaying over her back in support as he rose, shifting her onto the desk. Before balance could be regained he was fucking her in earnest, driving the lithe, angry woman beneath him into the sturdy wood of the desk.
Hooking her legs around his waist, the heels of her shoes pressed into the tops of his thighs, adding an extra bite of pain to their rough fucking. Natalie reached above her head and grabbed the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening as she gripped the wood, searching for purchase. Her inner muscles squeezed and relaxed around him, working in time with his thrusts.
There was no more breath wasted on words as he surged in and out of her at a punishing pace, seeking to burn out her anger and frustration with naught but body and sheer will. There would be bruises and broken skin later, of that Zach was sure, but what mattered was now; the chase, the push.
Her eyes squeezed shut as his hips pounded against hers, soft ‘oomphs’ falling from both their lips in time with their movements. In that moment, Natalie hated; she hated Heidi for fucking over her trial, she hated Smith for being such an arrogant arsehole, she hated Justin for being reassigned to the Swiss case.
But most of all? She hated herself for needing this.
One hand reached down, stroking to hasten her release. There were things in the world that Zacharias Smith didn’t know - or shouldn’t know - but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what woman’s body needed and how to give it; that Natalie would only allow herself to be close to calm once she came.
Her orgasm didn’t creep up on her; it fell down upon her quickly, a tightening of her body that had her toes curling and her back arching as she cried out in release. Little tremors ran through her, passing over her skin as her hips bucked beneath him, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching in climax.
“Better, Mac?” he inquired, almost politely. The words were chased by a groan as he was squeezed, gritting his teeth to hold on and keep pushing, thrusting through her as she fell around him. He couldn’t help but pinch the bundle of nerves beneath his fingers as he continued to burn himself into her, close but not yet ready to give in.
She didn't reply-- not verbally, at least-- but a strained moan fell from her lips. Her hips jerked against his when he pinched; the intense sensation causing her to squeeze around him again and again.
Reaching for him, she swiped her nails across his chest. Angry red lines immediately formed, blood welling in their wake, satisfaction filling her at the site. It brought on his climax, Smith bucking and grunting against her as he spilled his seed into her body. It was how they were; blood and bruises went hand in hand when they were together like this.
And blood was just what the Healer had ordered.
Summary: Pissed from the trial, Natalie seeks out Zach for a little anger relief.