This is all I'm hoping for
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Emma flounced into the offices for the Wizarding Wireless Network, a scroll of parchment in her hand. One of the Falcons players had been injured, so she needed to deliver a revised roster to the commentator who'd be covering their game against the Harpies this weekend. The errand had been nothing particularly exciting until she read the name on the outside of the scroll.
Stephen Cornfoot. The same Stephen Cornfoot who'd very obligingly snogged her on more than one occasion.
Wandering the halls, she read the names outside each door until she found the one she was looking for. The door was closed, so Emma gave a little knock. Hopefully Stephen was in.
"Come in," Stephen said, not bothering to look up from his issue of Which Broomstick?
Emma pushed the door open and peeked inside with a grin. "Mr. Cornfoot?" she asked playfully.
A familiar voice caused Stephen to look up from his magazine, lips tilting up into a smirk when he recognized the petite little blonde standing in his door. "Miss Dobbs," he said, sliding his feet down from where they'd been propped on his desk and sitting up. "This is an unexpected but not unwelcome surprise. What brings you to the dungeon?"
"I'm here on official business." Taking a seat across from him, she crossed her legs, little red dress climbing up her thigh. "I have something you need."
"Do you?" he queried, eyes traveling over the expanse of bare skin shown by her little red dress. "And what might that be?"
Waving the roll of parchment teasingly, she leaned forward. "There's been a change to the Falcons roster for the game this weekend and here in my hand I hold the names of the players who'll be flying." Emma's teeth pressed into her lower lip and she raised a brow. "What'll you give me for this valuable information?"
"Depends," Stephen replied, quirking a brow. "I highly doubt that Eddie would like it if you failed in your errand, but I'll play your game. What do you think would be a satisfactory exchange?"
"Mr. Carmichael would probably not like it that I was playing a game at all, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Men don't stay mad at me long." Emma stood, sidling over to where Stephen sat and depositing herself into his lap. "I think you know the sort of thing I like. We've played games before."
A silent spell had the door shut and locked, blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he looked down at the little blonde who'd found perch on his lap. "And they've been most enjoyable, love," he said, sliding a hand into her hair and leaning down, lips not quite touching hers. "I assume this is what you had in mind?"
Emma closed the distance just a little more, lips brushing his as she spoke. "Something like that, yes." It had been a few weeks since she'd had a chance to play, and kisses were like air for Emma. She couldn't go without them. The man whose fingers were tangled so deliciously in her mane of blonde locks was a very good snogging partner, and while she knew she shouldn't being playing such games in the middle of a workday, the temptation was too great. Emma's hands slid over Stephen's shoulders, enjoying the strength and sturdiness of his body. "Enjoy me, then. Please."
"With pleasure, love," he murmured, nipping lightly at her lower lip before deepening the kiss, his tongue lightly tracing the seam of her lips before she opened for him.
A soft sigh passed from her mouth to his as Emma welcomed Stephen's seeking tongue. As he explored her mouth, her little hands clenched on his shoulders and she pressed herself closer. Lips sliding against his, Emma lost herself in the heated sweetness of the kiss.
Stephen's free hand slowly traced over the bare skin of her shoulders, fingertips trailing a line down her spine until it came to rest on the small of her back, encouraging her against him. The other hand trailed through her long blonde locks as he plundered her mouth with his.
Shifting in his lap, Emma straddled Stephen's legs, her chest pushing against his. Her hands came up to grip the short strands of brown hair at the back of his head. She was getting caught up, pleasurable tingles running through her body. Stephen was gorgeous and sweet, and his hands and lips felt good on her skin. Emma drifted from his mouth, nibbling her way along his jaw and neck.
"Careful, love," Stephen murmured as his hands moved over the smooth skin of her back. As much as little Emma Dobbs liked to tease and play games, he was fairly certain she didn't want to play that particular game. Not with him, at least.
Emma pulled back, looking sheepish. "Sorry. Your touch feels nice. I got carried away." And she had. Part of her wasn't sure that was a bad thing, but there was enough hesitation that she knew she shouldn't push further on this day. It was a difficult thing to say, though. Expression turning playful again, she asked, "Are you just a nice bloke, or didn't you like me responding? You don't want me?"
"I like to think I'm a nice bloke," Stephen replied, smirk back in place, "and while I doubt you'd rather me take you against my desk, should you ever want to pursue that particular game, then you know where to find me."
The mental image his statement invoked made Emma's eyes glaze over for a moment. There were times when she wished she was more like her best friend. "I'll keep that in mind. I suppose you've earned the roster, hmm? And I should probably get back to the office before Mr. Carmichael starts to suspect I'm snogging his business associates or something silly like that."
"And we'd hate for him to guess the truth, wouldn't we?" he quipped with a smirk.
Flashing a grin, Emma shook her head. "Not unless you want to see me get fired. Or at least scolded very thoroughly until Diane called him a hypocrite," she replied, giggling.
"I can only imagine how well he takes that," Stephen said, helping her to her feet. "But it would be a shame if you lost your job. An occasional run-in with you does help to brighten the monotony of my work day."
"I can't think of many more pleasant ways to spend my break. Maybe I'll stop by again another time. We could have lunch and dessert?"
"My treat," he agreed.
Summary: Emma visits Stephen for business and pleasure.
Emma flounced into the offices for the Wizarding Wireless Network, a scroll of parchment in her hand. One of the Falcons players had been injured, so she needed to deliver a revised roster to the commentator who'd be covering their game against the Harpies this weekend. The errand had been nothing particularly exciting until she read the name on the outside of the scroll.
Stephen Cornfoot. The same Stephen Cornfoot who'd very obligingly snogged her on more than one occasion.
Wandering the halls, she read the names outside each door until she found the one she was looking for. The door was closed, so Emma gave a little knock. Hopefully Stephen was in.
"Come in," Stephen said, not bothering to look up from his issue of Which Broomstick?
Emma pushed the door open and peeked inside with a grin. "Mr. Cornfoot?" she asked playfully.
A familiar voice caused Stephen to look up from his magazine, lips tilting up into a smirk when he recognized the petite little blonde standing in his door. "Miss Dobbs," he said, sliding his feet down from where they'd been propped on his desk and sitting up. "This is an unexpected but not unwelcome surprise. What brings you to the dungeon?"
"I'm here on official business." Taking a seat across from him, she crossed her legs, little red dress climbing up her thigh. "I have something you need."
"Do you?" he queried, eyes traveling over the expanse of bare skin shown by her little red dress. "And what might that be?"
Waving the roll of parchment teasingly, she leaned forward. "There's been a change to the Falcons roster for the game this weekend and here in my hand I hold the names of the players who'll be flying." Emma's teeth pressed into her lower lip and she raised a brow. "What'll you give me for this valuable information?"
"Depends," Stephen replied, quirking a brow. "I highly doubt that Eddie would like it if you failed in your errand, but I'll play your game. What do you think would be a satisfactory exchange?"
"Mr. Carmichael would probably not like it that I was playing a game at all, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Men don't stay mad at me long." Emma stood, sidling over to where Stephen sat and depositing herself into his lap. "I think you know the sort of thing I like. We've played games before."
A silent spell had the door shut and locked, blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he looked down at the little blonde who'd found perch on his lap. "And they've been most enjoyable, love," he said, sliding a hand into her hair and leaning down, lips not quite touching hers. "I assume this is what you had in mind?"
Emma closed the distance just a little more, lips brushing his as she spoke. "Something like that, yes." It had been a few weeks since she'd had a chance to play, and kisses were like air for Emma. She couldn't go without them. The man whose fingers were tangled so deliciously in her mane of blonde locks was a very good snogging partner, and while she knew she shouldn't being playing such games in the middle of a workday, the temptation was too great. Emma's hands slid over Stephen's shoulders, enjoying the strength and sturdiness of his body. "Enjoy me, then. Please."
"With pleasure, love," he murmured, nipping lightly at her lower lip before deepening the kiss, his tongue lightly tracing the seam of her lips before she opened for him.
A soft sigh passed from her mouth to his as Emma welcomed Stephen's seeking tongue. As he explored her mouth, her little hands clenched on his shoulders and she pressed herself closer. Lips sliding against his, Emma lost herself in the heated sweetness of the kiss.
Stephen's free hand slowly traced over the bare skin of her shoulders, fingertips trailing a line down her spine until it came to rest on the small of her back, encouraging her against him. The other hand trailed through her long blonde locks as he plundered her mouth with his.
Shifting in his lap, Emma straddled Stephen's legs, her chest pushing against his. Her hands came up to grip the short strands of brown hair at the back of his head. She was getting caught up, pleasurable tingles running through her body. Stephen was gorgeous and sweet, and his hands and lips felt good on her skin. Emma drifted from his mouth, nibbling her way along his jaw and neck.
"Careful, love," Stephen murmured as his hands moved over the smooth skin of her back. As much as little Emma Dobbs liked to tease and play games, he was fairly certain she didn't want to play that particular game. Not with him, at least.
Emma pulled back, looking sheepish. "Sorry. Your touch feels nice. I got carried away." And she had. Part of her wasn't sure that was a bad thing, but there was enough hesitation that she knew she shouldn't push further on this day. It was a difficult thing to say, though. Expression turning playful again, she asked, "Are you just a nice bloke, or didn't you like me responding? You don't want me?"
"I like to think I'm a nice bloke," Stephen replied, smirk back in place, "and while I doubt you'd rather me take you against my desk, should you ever want to pursue that particular game, then you know where to find me."
The mental image his statement invoked made Emma's eyes glaze over for a moment. There were times when she wished she was more like her best friend. "I'll keep that in mind. I suppose you've earned the roster, hmm? And I should probably get back to the office before Mr. Carmichael starts to suspect I'm snogging his business associates or something silly like that."
"And we'd hate for him to guess the truth, wouldn't we?" he quipped with a smirk.
Flashing a grin, Emma shook her head. "Not unless you want to see me get fired. Or at least scolded very thoroughly until Diane called him a hypocrite," she replied, giggling.
"I can only imagine how well he takes that," Stephen said, helping her to her feet. "But it would be a shame if you lost your job. An occasional run-in with you does help to brighten the monotony of my work day."
"I can't think of many more pleasant ways to spend my break. Maybe I'll stop by again another time. We could have lunch and dessert?"
"My treat," he agreed.
Summary: Emma visits Stephen for business and pleasure.