Sex: that thing that takes up the least amount of time...
Stephen groaned as he lifted his fiancée off his lap and pressed her onto his desk. This was much better than going out for lunch like she’d suggested. He had food in the break room, and they could warm up his panang curry later. For now, Cassie was writhing under his hands, and it would be most ungentlemanly of him to leave her in such a state.
“Have you been thinking of me, love?” he asked, lips against her throat as his hands parted her knees, fitting his hips between her thighs.
Her dress was bunched high on her thighs as Cassie wrapped her legs around Stephen. She’d come to steal him away for lunch, but she didn’t regret at all that he’d thwarted her plans. In less than three months’ time she’d be his wife, and with every day that passed she got more excited - in every possible way.
“Always,” she murmured, reaching for his belt. “I think about being your wife, our life together, loving you like this whenever I want...”
Stephen’s lips curled in a feral smirk as he reached down to pull her hands away from his belt. Pinning them above her head, he gave a soft roll of his hips-- teasing her, letting her feel what she did to him.
Whimpering quietly, she moved with him, the simulated lovemaking a heady tease. “Stephen,” she moaned, arching up from the desk. She wanted him, always, but especially right now.
“That’s a love,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck to the valley between her breasts.
Katie was a bit peeved. As was normal, she’d arrived at the Wizarding Wireless Network’s building fifteen minutes prior to her interview. She wasn’t actually to appear live on Stephen’s show, but they were going to pre-record her interview and play it during his show later that afternoon.
But she’d sat in the studio for nearly thirty minutes already, and there was no sign of Stephen bloody Cornfoot.
Muttering under her breath about poncy reporters and deadlines, she moved from the studio down to the bowels of the building, where she knew his office was located. She didn’t care if the bloke was getting married in two months; she had to get back to her team in less than an hour, and she did not like being thrown off her schedule.
Upon reaching the door with his nameplate, she gave a loud knock and said, “Oi, Cornfoot. Open up!”
Silence.
“Bloody hell,” she muttered, testing the knob. It was unlocked, so she pushed through and opened the door. Immediately, she whirled around to stare at the wall, lest she see any more of the sight before her. “Really, Cornfoot? Don’t you have a clock around here somewhere?”
Scrambling to sit up and yank her dress back over her legs, Cassie muttered a very foul word under her breath. She hadn’t realized Stephen had an appointment. Apparently he’d forgotten as well. Hopefully he wouldn’t get into trouble over her impromptu visit. “Sorry, it was all my fault. I distracted him.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Katie replied, still facing the wall.
Stephen had to bite back the stream of curses as he helped Cassie pull her dress down. “Thought we were meeting at one-thirty?”
“One, actually. I’ve been sitting in the studio, waiting on you,” she replied, sneaking a peak over her shoulder. Once she determined that all bits were properly covered, she turned around, lips curled in a small smirk. “Turnabout’s a bitch, Cornfoot.”
Cassie’s brows rose and she looked between Katie Bell and her fiancé. There was a story she didn’t know. “There’s turnabout afoot? Have you been sneaking in on Ms. Bell while she’s indisposed, love?”
“Didn’t mean to,” he replied, sending an arched brow at Katie.
“You dropped by before eight o’clock in the morning. Even if you didn’t expect us to be... indisposed, what were you hoping to do? Wake him up?”
Stephen held up his hand. “One, I didn’t know you’d be over. Two, he’s a professional athlete. You all rise with the sun, so yeah, I thought he’d be up. And three, you were in the bloody kitchen!”
The blonde couldn’t help it, she started laughing. Anyone listening to this conversation would think they were a bunch of oversexed perverts. They might even be right. “I have to disallow excuse number three, love. I have several very fond memories of your kitchen being used for more than food prep.” As well as every other room in his flat. Cassie was looking forward to being in their fantastically gorgeous house and christening all those room, too.
Katie crinkled her nose. She did not need to be privy to any more information about Stephen Cornfoot’s sex life than she was already.
Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the blonde. She was tall and pretty, but she also looked young. Younger than her boyfriend, which-- according to those in their circles-- was a minor miracle. If she heard one more cougar joke, she’d start sending Blasting Hexes to kneecaps.
“You must be Cassandra,” she said, holding her hand out. “I’m Katie.”
“Hi, Katie,” Cassie replied, taking the offered hand and shaking it. “I go by Cassie except in formal situations, generally, and I think it’s safe to say formality went out of the window a long time ago in this case.” She was grinning. While it was both disappointing and a little embarrassing to have been caught in a private moment with Stephen, Katie seemed to take it pretty well in stride. “I am sorry we’ve held up your schedule. I promise this isn’t all that common an occurrence.”
She had her doubts about that; after all, she’d heard of at least two times of teammates-- and Stewart-- nearly catching the pair in flagrant delicto after a match, before the post-game interviews. But there wasn’t a need to bring that up.
“It’s okay, my team will be happy for the extended lunch hour,” she said, smiling back at the blonde. “And I daresay we’ll be seeing more of each other, since my boyfriend is this ponce’s best man.”
Lighting up at the mention of her impending nuptials, Cassie instinctively stepped closer to her fiancé, her arm finding its way around his waist. “I’m sure we will.” It would be nice to have some couples as friends they could spend time with. Mira would always her best friend, but it was an appealing thought to have the potential for a girlfriend or two outside the family.
Grabbing her bag, Cassie gave Stephen a peck on the lips. “But I should let you two get to work. They’re expecting me back at the Ministry anyway.”
“Mmm, back to the ball and chain of the Charms Committee,” Stephen replied with a smirk, pulling back to brush another kiss over her forehead.
“Why do you think I’m marrying you? I’m just waiting until it’s official to quit my job, sit back and enjoy my bon bons all day,” she teased. Winking, she added, “Have a good day. I love you,” before shifting her focus to Katie. “It was very nice meeting you, Katie. Despite the awkward situation.”
“It was nice to meet you as well,” Katie replied with a nod and a smile. “I’m sorry you’re tying yourself to this chap, but you must see some good in him.”
“Says the bint dating Ackers,” Stephen pointed out, quirking a brow at the Puddlemere captain. “I’d have my head examined if I were you.”
“Funny, that’s what his mum said as well.”
With a shake of her head, Cassie left them to their bickering. She needed to get back to work and finish up the things she had to do today because afterward she fully intended to pick up where she and Stephen had left off this afternoon.
Summary: Cassie drops by to 'see' Stephen. Predictably, they get caught up and forget about an appointment. Katie is not best pleased.
“Have you been thinking of me, love?” he asked, lips against her throat as his hands parted her knees, fitting his hips between her thighs.
Her dress was bunched high on her thighs as Cassie wrapped her legs around Stephen. She’d come to steal him away for lunch, but she didn’t regret at all that he’d thwarted her plans. In less than three months’ time she’d be his wife, and with every day that passed she got more excited - in every possible way.
“Always,” she murmured, reaching for his belt. “I think about being your wife, our life together, loving you like this whenever I want...”
Stephen’s lips curled in a feral smirk as he reached down to pull her hands away from his belt. Pinning them above her head, he gave a soft roll of his hips-- teasing her, letting her feel what she did to him.
Whimpering quietly, she moved with him, the simulated lovemaking a heady tease. “Stephen,” she moaned, arching up from the desk. She wanted him, always, but especially right now.
“That’s a love,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck to the valley between her breasts.
Katie was a bit peeved. As was normal, she’d arrived at the Wizarding Wireless Network’s building fifteen minutes prior to her interview. She wasn’t actually to appear live on Stephen’s show, but they were going to pre-record her interview and play it during his show later that afternoon.
But she’d sat in the studio for nearly thirty minutes already, and there was no sign of Stephen bloody Cornfoot.
Muttering under her breath about poncy reporters and deadlines, she moved from the studio down to the bowels of the building, where she knew his office was located. She didn’t care if the bloke was getting married in two months; she had to get back to her team in less than an hour, and she did not like being thrown off her schedule.
Upon reaching the door with his nameplate, she gave a loud knock and said, “Oi, Cornfoot. Open up!”
Silence.
“Bloody hell,” she muttered, testing the knob. It was unlocked, so she pushed through and opened the door. Immediately, she whirled around to stare at the wall, lest she see any more of the sight before her. “Really, Cornfoot? Don’t you have a clock around here somewhere?”
Scrambling to sit up and yank her dress back over her legs, Cassie muttered a very foul word under her breath. She hadn’t realized Stephen had an appointment. Apparently he’d forgotten as well. Hopefully he wouldn’t get into trouble over her impromptu visit. “Sorry, it was all my fault. I distracted him.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Katie replied, still facing the wall.
Stephen had to bite back the stream of curses as he helped Cassie pull her dress down. “Thought we were meeting at one-thirty?”
“One, actually. I’ve been sitting in the studio, waiting on you,” she replied, sneaking a peak over her shoulder. Once she determined that all bits were properly covered, she turned around, lips curled in a small smirk. “Turnabout’s a bitch, Cornfoot.”
Cassie’s brows rose and she looked between Katie Bell and her fiancé. There was a story she didn’t know. “There’s turnabout afoot? Have you been sneaking in on Ms. Bell while she’s indisposed, love?”
“Didn’t mean to,” he replied, sending an arched brow at Katie.
“You dropped by before eight o’clock in the morning. Even if you didn’t expect us to be... indisposed, what were you hoping to do? Wake him up?”
Stephen held up his hand. “One, I didn’t know you’d be over. Two, he’s a professional athlete. You all rise with the sun, so yeah, I thought he’d be up. And three, you were in the bloody kitchen!”
The blonde couldn’t help it, she started laughing. Anyone listening to this conversation would think they were a bunch of oversexed perverts. They might even be right. “I have to disallow excuse number three, love. I have several very fond memories of your kitchen being used for more than food prep.” As well as every other room in his flat. Cassie was looking forward to being in their fantastically gorgeous house and christening all those room, too.
Katie crinkled her nose. She did not need to be privy to any more information about Stephen Cornfoot’s sex life than she was already.
Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the blonde. She was tall and pretty, but she also looked young. Younger than her boyfriend, which-- according to those in their circles-- was a minor miracle. If she heard one more cougar joke, she’d start sending Blasting Hexes to kneecaps.
“You must be Cassandra,” she said, holding her hand out. “I’m Katie.”
“Hi, Katie,” Cassie replied, taking the offered hand and shaking it. “I go by Cassie except in formal situations, generally, and I think it’s safe to say formality went out of the window a long time ago in this case.” She was grinning. While it was both disappointing and a little embarrassing to have been caught in a private moment with Stephen, Katie seemed to take it pretty well in stride. “I am sorry we’ve held up your schedule. I promise this isn’t all that common an occurrence.”
She had her doubts about that; after all, she’d heard of at least two times of teammates-- and Stewart-- nearly catching the pair in flagrant delicto after a match, before the post-game interviews. But there wasn’t a need to bring that up.
“It’s okay, my team will be happy for the extended lunch hour,” she said, smiling back at the blonde. “And I daresay we’ll be seeing more of each other, since my boyfriend is this ponce’s best man.”
Lighting up at the mention of her impending nuptials, Cassie instinctively stepped closer to her fiancé, her arm finding its way around his waist. “I’m sure we will.” It would be nice to have some couples as friends they could spend time with. Mira would always her best friend, but it was an appealing thought to have the potential for a girlfriend or two outside the family.
Grabbing her bag, Cassie gave Stephen a peck on the lips. “But I should let you two get to work. They’re expecting me back at the Ministry anyway.”
“Mmm, back to the ball and chain of the Charms Committee,” Stephen replied with a smirk, pulling back to brush another kiss over her forehead.
“Why do you think I’m marrying you? I’m just waiting until it’s official to quit my job, sit back and enjoy my bon bons all day,” she teased. Winking, she added, “Have a good day. I love you,” before shifting her focus to Katie. “It was very nice meeting you, Katie. Despite the awkward situation.”
“It was nice to meet you as well,” Katie replied with a nod and a smile. “I’m sorry you’re tying yourself to this chap, but you must see some good in him.”
“Says the bint dating Ackers,” Stephen pointed out, quirking a brow at the Puddlemere captain. “I’d have my head examined if I were you.”
“Funny, that’s what his mum said as well.”
With a shake of her head, Cassie left them to their bickering. She needed to get back to work and finish up the things she had to do today because afterward she fully intended to pick up where she and Stephen had left off this afternoon.
Summary: Cassie drops by to 'see' Stephen. Predictably, they get caught up and forget about an appointment. Katie is not best pleased.