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[the_tenzo]

Ohnoez, she's having one of her hair-brained ideas again!

So, in brief, here is the story: I just found today (at work, no less!) a free-for-the-taking vintage edition of The Joy of Sex. There is no end to how amused I am by this. And, honest-to-goodness my first thought was, "How can I use this for ficcing purposes?"

Well, the answer is right here.

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Prompt #1: "Triage"

[loveslashangst]

...And as soon as they're through the door, Hart sets her on her feet. Kicks the door closed behind her. "Chair it is," he says. "With a chaser of desk."

He has her out of her sensible jumper before she can blink. She backs up in spite of herself, though she can't be sure if it's fear or anticipation that's moving her. Hart chases her, herding her one patient step at a time, each kiss hotter than the last. The hard wood at the back of her thighs must be Jack's desk, though she doesn't want to turn away from Hart's mouth to look.

And he pins her there for a moment. Breathing faster, like she is. He teases her lips with his. Reaches between them. Gathers her skirt up slowly in his hands. Cool air on her bare skin is enough to have her panting. Hart snogs her again, bruising this time. Slides hard fingers up and over her arse. Hooks the waistband of her knickers.

And jerks them so suddenly to the floor that she fumbles behind her for the edge of the desk. Blood rushes in her ears. She can feel her pulse in her throat. She should run for it while she still can.

His lips trace a searing path from her knee up her inner thigh. "So what do you say, Miss Sato?" Oh God, he wouldn't, would he? "Shall I ravish you?"

Her hips jerk. Her knees want to fall open. She can feel the dampness begin to run down her thigh. She arches back, half tempted to just give in and let him fuck her right here, right now.

Hart licks the line of her wetness with a slow swipe of his tongue. Hums, satisfied at the taste. "I'll take that for a yes."

He surges up. Grabs her wrist. Spins her into his arms so her bare back slaps against his bare chest. Grabs her hard under the jaw with his other hand to hold her head still. Twists her arm up, enough to be masterful, but not enough to hurt. Walks her behind the desk and to the chair. (Jack's desk. Jack's chair. God, Jack's going to kill them both.)

"Sit," Hart says and propels her down into the chair.

Shaking in body and mind, she obeys.

Hart takes his time unfastening his jeans. Unzips one torturous click at a time. Watches her the whole time. "You know what I'm going to make you do," he says, calm as anything. The cock he reveals is thick, gorgeous, and hard as you please.

And that's when she does try to bolt. He catches her by the shoulders. Thrusts her back down into the chair. Holds her there until both of them are breathing calmly again. He straightens. The head of him is right in front of her face. And though she doesn't usually...

But then, Hart is all about what she doesn't usually, isn't he?

(This actually spawned a much larger ficbunny, which is at http://loveslashangst.livejournal.com/51616.html ...)