When you're left alone at work

[jandjsalmon]

Characters: Signe Fawcett and Blaise Zabini
Rating: NC17
Summary: Hijinks ensue when two crazy kids are left to their own devices at the office.

There weren't many days when Signe and Grant had days off without the other. In fact, since the creation of their task force, the Unspeakable and her Auror counterpart had steadily worked six of seven days and all of those together... until now. Someone high up decided that with the addition of Blaise Zabini to the team, the pair of them could do with some time apart and that left Signe by herself with their very handsome helpful consultant under piles of paperwork.

"This is probably not what you expected when you volunteered your services is it, Zabini?" she said with an arched brow. "It's not usually so dull... well, that's a lie. It's usually pretty dull. Not like the spy stories at all."

"And yet I get to work with a gorgeous woman," he said dryly. "I'm not complaining, pet."

If Signe was the sort to blush she would have done it then, instead tucking her long hair behind her ear she merely grinned wickedly. "And now you see why they let pretty girls in uniform. Well, and the fact that I was a dancer so I'm very flexible. If I ever get to do the spy-like stuff I'll be unstoppable."

He leaned forward, making his interest clear. "Flexible? Do share the details."

At his apparent eagerness she laughed out loud. "Should the need ever arise for the Ministry to have one of their agents do the splits then I'm their girl. Though don't go advertising that. I like people to think I'm utterly and completely useless until it's already too late and their on the ground under my shoe." She emphasized her point by lifting her leg up to poke out under the other side of the desk and wiggled her toes in her open-toed strappy heels.

His mouth went dry at the sight of her choice of footwear. He had a huge weakness for those sorts of shoes on a beautiful woman. "And a lovely shoe it is," he quipped, trying to resist the urge to lay her out on the desk and taste every inch of her skin.

"Thank you," she said brightly, pleased beyond measure not to be getting a lecture. "Page isn't keen on my shoes. Says I'd not be able to chase down a fugitive in them. I told him a well flung curse was much more effective than running anyway." She always shrugged Page's complaints off but it just reinforced the fact that sometimes her partner was every bit the pain in the arse he pretended to be.

"Just for future reference, if you get an owl delivery with strappy, open-toed shoes... it's from me and you're to keep them." He was already plotting, not one to ever sit back and wait to get what he wanted.

Signe snorted. "Noted, though shoes are not generally what one co-worker gives another. Don't tell anyone but I'd be just as happy with chocolate," she said with a wink. Her reputation as a chocoholic was the joke of the office.

"So I'll send the world's best chocolate with the shoes," he replied in what he thought was a reasonable tone, grinning widely.

"I've had a lot of chocolate in my day. It would be quite the challenge to find me the world's best." Was it too cliché to wonder whether she might be sitting next to the world's best chocolate?

Giving him a wide teasing grin, she handed him another stack of briefs to go through. "And you really don't have to buy me any shoes. I promise I own a shop-full already. With them and stockings I'm weak. Well, and with anything chocolate of course. Oooh. Imagine if they made a chocolate shoe."

"Stockings?" he questioned, his voice dropping low as his mind ever so helpfully brought to mind a picture of her in nothing but stockings and her current shoes - laid out on his bed ready for him.

"Well, chocolate stockings would be messy," she replied with nothing short of a snort, utterly and completely unaware how her words were affecting him. It was in this way only that she was every bit the Hufflepuff she was in school. "Though I have dozens and dozens of pairs from silk to woollen. Chocolate would just join the collection I suppose. If I didn't eat them first."

"Or I could get one of those pots of chocolate that come with a paint brush. I promise to be as artistic as possible drawing them on," he replied cheekily.

Signe's mouth dropped open and she turned her head sharply at him enough her her long hair to tickle her shoulders. When she caught the way he looked like he could devour her, her surprise turned into a unadulterated smirk. "I think you just sexually harassed me, Zabini."

"I can do it as often as you'd like, pet."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she asked with an arched brow, her heart starting to beat faster than was good for her. Big bad Slytherins like him liked to flirt with women like her but they weren't the sort that actually drew their attention for anything more.

"Depends on which means I may get to make good on my offer eventually."

"If I believed for a second that you were serious I'd have a better answer for you," she quipped, letting out a heady sigh she didn't know she'd been holding before looking at her watch. "It's about lunch time. Are you hungry?"

"I am," for you. He grinned. "We could go to my home and have the elves feed us."

"See, I knew I was missing something not having elves," she said, her laugh coming across much more steady that she was feeling. "At my flat all I could offer you would be take away. I'm sure being seen with an Unspeakable in public would be terrible for your reputation."

"Take away means I can take time to lay you back on the table and nibble you before the food arrives," he pointed out.

"You'd be surprised at how many times I've heard that," Signe answered drolly, closing her file work and looking towards him.

"Never from a man like me. I can promise you that it'd be unlike anything you've ever experienced," he said huskily, standing and moving close to her, whispering in her ear. "I'm one of a kind, pet."

Signe believed him. Right down to the core of her she believed him and having him so close had her nearly groaning aloud with want. It really wasn't fair to tease and flirt when with a single look he could melt whatever reserve she had. Then again - he'd been a Slytherin. What did they know about fair.

If he could be a tease then she certainly could be. Summoning up as much resolve as possible, she turned her head back toward him and raised an eyebrow. "I'd said I'd heard it before - not that I'd taken up anyone on their offer until now."

"Until now is it?" he asked, still not quite touching her yet invading her space completely.

"Most men aren't serious," Signe answered in a much more breathless manner than she'd intended. It was his damned nearness! Well, either that or he'd cast an Imperio on her because she suddenly felt hot and very compelled to get closer to him. "But usually it's not welcome anyway."

His hands hovered at her waist. "I am serious but you have to tell me straight out if it's welcome."

"Would you stop if I said it wasn't?" she asked, not meaning a word of it. She didn't want him to stop. Every part of her wanted him to touch and taste her and make her remember just how unlike any other man he really was. In fact, she could feel his steady breathing on her neck and almost as though she'd been conditioned to do it, tilted her head to give him better access to her bare neck as she uncontrollably arched her shoulders back against him.

"I would," he conceded, not stepping back. "I don't believe I heard you say no, now did I?"

She didn't know how to explain the sparks she felt running through her body but there was definitely a compulsion to breathily shake her head and an irrational, desperate fear that he wouldn't carry through with his promise to touch her. "I didn't," she whispered with as much voice as she could muster at that exact moment.

"Then I think we should go, don't you?" he suggested, letting his hands rest lightly at her hips.

Signe's body erupted in fire where he touched her. He hadn't even got down to the skin yet but the possibility had her positively shivering. She nodded, knowing that if he'd wanted to have her right there on the desk she wouldn't have been able to say anything but 'Yes, please.' Where was the strong willed Unspeakable who always got her way now?

"Let's go, pet," he said, Accioing her cloak and his jacket, his free hand resting on her lower back.

For the witch that usually never let anyone tell her what to do, Signe was finding it harder and harder to focus when this man's hands were on her. She took her cloak from him when he offered it but instead of putting it on and adding just one more layer between them she rested it over her arm and let him lead her out of the offices and up to the approved Aparition point in the Ministry Atrium.

A few people she knew stopped them on the way and she was grateful to find that her ease and charm returned easily when she spoke to them even though her mind was never far from the heat pooling where his hand rested on her back.

Speaking directly to him for the first time in what felt like an eternity when in actual fact it had only been a few minutes, Signe heard her own voice thick with want. "I don't know where I'm going," she said softly.

Blaise wrapped her arms around her. "I do, just hold tight."

Signe did as she was told, resting her forehead against his broad chest as she felt the familiar tug and twist of him Aparating them. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes as his uniquely masculine scent filled her lungs. It was all she could do not to reach out and lick the chocolate skin at his neck.

"Welcome to my home, pet," he murmured, holding her close, not ready to let her loose just yet.

Her breathing still shallow, Signe lifted her head and looked around. It must have been her training but her eyes caught on minutia that she was certain other witches in her situation wouldn't have noticed.

An obviously well loved camera lay carefully on the short coffee table in front of the sofa surrounded by neat piles of photographs, a small bowl full of what looked like various types of coins sat beside the bed on the night stand, and the flickering firelight shimmered off the drapery strewn around the bed in a Moroccan style.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, taking it all in and getting a different picture of the wizard who held her so close.

He grinned, running a hand over her hair. "It is with you here."

Signe couldn't help but snort and roll her eyes cheekily at him, even as foggy as her head was feeling having his arms around her. She knew she was beautiful but it amused her to no end that he even thought he needed to compliment her about something like that when it was pretty damn clear she was a sure thing.

"I'm sure it's just as lovely when I'm not the witch who's here," she said with a light laugh, choosing to push the implications of what she'd just said away to be dealt with later. Right then she was much more interested in his hands and how she wanted them to touch her.

Blaise simply shook his head, leaning down and kissing her softly. It wouldn't do to ruin his badass reputation by telling her that he didn't bring women home to his sanctuary.

As far as first kisses go, Signe was happy that he had a hold of her because if she'd been standing on her own her knees would have definitely given out over the intensity of his lips against hers. He was obviously very good at what he was doing - enough so that the witch who usually prided herself on being in control of every situation gladly closed her eyes and just drown in the pleasure spreading through her veins. All that after a simple kiss. "Blaise?" poured out of her mouth in what was as close to pleading as she'd ever allowed herself before.

He slid her blazer off her shoulders, his mouth moving to her jaw and then her neck. "I'm going to have you right here, right now, Pet. You'd best stop me now if you don't want that."

"Do you think I'd be here if I didn't want this?" she asked breathily while tilting her head to give him better access. Her mind began to race and all she could think about was how she wanted the layers between them gone - to feel his warmth against her own skin. She just didn't know whether she could push him to move any faster than the pace he'd set. Her fingers frantically tugging on the hem of his shirt, she heard herself ask his permission rather than just taking what she wanted. "Please, Blaise. Please let me touch you."

"Touch away, Signe." His voice was soft but firm as he lifted one of her hands to the buttons of his shirt.

She didn't really take much time unfastening button after button until his white shirt lay wide open to her. Letting out an unadulterated moan and arching into him uncontrollably, Signe slid both hands across the perfection that had been hidden beneath it.

Blaise was content to let her explore as long as she'd like, knowing that he'd have her soon enough and that the more comfortable she was the happier he would be. It wasn't as if she was a one off.

Signe brushed his shirt off his shoulders and raised her hands round the back of his neck. She shivered outright when her cheek grazed against his and she pressed a tentative kiss to his jaw right below his ear.

Nimbly, he unbuttoned her shirt and slid his hands over her flat stomach to cup her breasts as he backed them towards the bed. "I'm looking forward having you in my bed for a good long while."

She gasped at his touch and felt like she was doing something brand new despite being far from a blushing virgin. Her fingernails scraped down his shoulders when he lay her back on the bed. She honestly couldn't think of any place on earth that she'd rather be than beneath the canopy of his bed with him.

He made quick work of her unbuttoned shirt and her skirt, leaving her clad in knickers, bra, stockings, garters, and the strappy shoes. He leaned over her, bracing himself on the bed as he kissed her over and over again, not letting his body touch hers just yet. Slowly, he kissed down her neck and shifting his weight to one hand, flipped open the clasp of her bra. He couldn't help but groan as it fell away.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, shifting so he could lift her off the bed, turning her so his chest was against her back, nipping at her neck. "Mine."

Signe arched her back, frantically flipping her long hair over her other shoulder so she could be closer to him if that was at all possible. Her hands fisted in the bedspread as it's smooth fabric rubbed against her in all the right places. She was a massive ball of want and need and desperation and she couldn't speak except his name and that came out decidedly more wanton than she'd intended.

"I do love hearing you say my name like that," he murmured, nipping at her neck and shoulder before pressing light kisses down her back, nipping every once in a while and then soothing the sting until he reached the garter belt and groaned aloud.

The world was spinning around Signe and her only thought was to just hold on to keep from falling off. The path of his kisses seared her and she couldn't think of anything she wanted more than to pleasure him and do whatever it took to make him happy. "Where do you want me, Blaise?" she asked, her throat dry and husky as she looked over her shoulder at him.

With a low growl, he slid a finger under the edge of her knickers, his other arm sliding under her, lifting her hips slightly to give him better access. "Right were you are, pet. Do you like that?" he asked, his finger sliding through her wetness with the barest of touches.

Gasping, she nodded frantically. His 'almost' touch was sheer torture. "Please, Blaise," she whined, her knees rocking her back closer to him.

He stepped back just enough to drop his trousers, kicking them and his shoes aside. His eyes narrowed with sheer want at the sight of her kneeling on his bed, her tiny little knickers all that was between him and having her. With that in mind, leaned over her, sliding one arm back around her waist, the other tugging just enough to split her knickers, giving him all the access he needed. One finger slid inside her slowly. Nipping at her earlobe, he grinned. "Tell me you want me to have you now. Tell me, Signe."

"Now. Please now, Blaise," she whispered as she bucked against his hand. She knew it was a mere imitation of what he would do to her and her entire body was screaming for him to take her and make her completely his.

Not one to wait, he slid his hand over her arse, grabbing her hips, thrusting into her without preamble, groaning at how tight and wet she was. "Do you like this, Signe?" he questioned, his voice tight as he controlled the urge to just thrust into her over and over, making her scream his name.

For her part, she'd never felt so complete before in her life and had to force herself not to move against him when he held back. It was a losing battle but she forced herself to tighen her hands in the bedding once more instead of reaching down between her legs to satisfy the deepening pool of want waiting there. The only reprieve she could find was clenching around him as she cried out, "Yes! Yes, Gods yes! More. Please more."

"As milady wishes," he growled, setting an almost bruising pace, wanting to hear her scream his name. "How much do you like this? How good does it feel?"

Good would have been a gross understatement. Signe was nearly out of her mind with how phenomenal it felt. She couldn't think straight enough to give him words, her cries of ecstasy had to do it for her.

Grinning ferally, he leaned over her back, biting the spot where shoulder and neck met, just hard enough to mark her his and slipping down to stroke her, to bring her to completion. It was primal, the need he was feeling, the one that urged him to make her mindless with want and need only to pleasure her as much as humanly possible after. "That's it, pet," he murmured encouragingly. "Let go. Scream my name."

Hearing him tell her it was okay was all that it took to send her through the fire into oblivion, though she didn't hold herself to just screaming his name. There were plenty of obscenities and platitudes mixed in as he matched each thrust with his fingers. Even as she was coming down from her peak what she was feeling was still more intense that anything she'd previously experienced and her sighs and moans more than filled the room.

He'd held off until she was coming down from her peak, thrusting one last time, groaning her name over and over again. He shifted, holding her to his chest as he laid down, cradling her, kissing her brow, breathing heavily.

Signe felt peaceful and cherished and so many other adjectives that she'd never felt before following sex. It wasn't in her nature to want to cuddle but with him it seemed right to just wrap her arms around him and rest her head on his chest. She could hear his rapid heart beat as it slowed and knowing it had been her that had done that to him filled her with such pleasure that she couldn't help but press a soft kiss to his shoulder before settling against him once more.

He kissed the top of her head. "That was phenomenal. I'm going to have you again and again, work will have to wait."

"Again and again," she echoed with a small satisfied smile. Her ambitions be damned, she was continuing with her day of firsts. She hadn't any intention on going back into the Ministry that afternoon. She wanted to be possessed by him over and over.

"You rest, I'll have you again and then we'll see about lunch." Unable to resist, he kissed the top of her head again, holding her close to his side just in case she got any ideas that he wanted her to move.

Signe sighed happily, content to just have him hold her until he was ready to make love to her again. She didn't even notice her fingers tracing lines and symbols all over his skin, she was too entranced with a bead of sweat on his clavicle. Without even realizing she'd done it, Signe lifted her head to lick it away, making herself shiver with pleasure.

Blaise groaned with want, not stilling his hands but not moving to make love to her again either, he'd meant it when he said he wanted her to rest a bit.

More than pleased at being able to get a reaction like that from him, Signe lay her head on his chest once more and revelled in his warm arms around her, giggling slightly when she realized she still had her shoes on.

Blaise glanced down, smiling. "What has amused you, Pet?"

"The shoes that started it all," she whispered, wiggling her toes against where they rested against his leg.

"It was indeed. Well, no, it was you and then the shoes. I'm gifting you many pairs," he murmured, "and stockings, lots of stockings."

Still giggling, she pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. "I'd need a third bedroom in my horrid little flat. The second one is already full of silk stockings and insensible shoes. You can visit them any time you like."

"Or you can store them here. I plan on having you as often as I can."

Signe laughed into his shoulder, hardly believing what she'd heard. "You'd have me be be a kept woman because I don't have room enough for my shoe addiction?"

"Do you not want to be my kept woman?" he asked with a sly smirk. "You seemed to enjoy it."

She grinned at him cheekily. "I enjoyed it very much... though I didn't know I was auditioning to be your kept woman. Did I satisfy all of your expectations?"

"More than," he assured her, tugging her up just enough so that he could kiss her.

Signe felt light when she pressed her own lips to his. She couldn't remember feeling this way - this good - in her entire life and she knew it was much more than the mind-blowing shag. It was like everything else in the world had melted until there was just him and her. The only thing she was sure of was that she didn't want him to stop kissing her.

"Can I audition again?" she breathed against his mouth, "You know, just so you can make doubly sure you have the right witch to be your kept woman?"

"Of course," he murmured huskily.

She grinned and nibbled at his bottom lip as she wound her arms snugly around his neck. It was going to be a long day of proving that she was indeed the witch he'd want to keep but it was a task that Signe was very happy to perform.