[roy/angela] leather belt
HAHAHA. This was so much fun. *grins*
For: fireworkfiasco
Prompt: leather belt [roy/angela]
Fandom: the office
Rating: r
Word Count: 390
Her imagination has become her worst enemy.
Normally she has tight rein over her thoughts. When at work, she focuses only on the tasks in front of her and concentrates on her goals for the day. She has a schedule to each work day (10:45am: the morning coffee break. 11:15am: the morning toilet break. 12:00pm: check latest emails.) and she is sure to stick to it and keep her thoughts organised so that she can be as efficient as possible.
Today, her imagination betrays her.
The door to the office swings open, and from her corner she glances in the direction, curious. It's nearly ten o'clock. Her eyebrows furrow immediately at the idea that someone is arriving to work late.
But it's Roy that walks through the door. He looks to the reception area, but finds that Pam isn't there. He glances around, then makes his way towards the kitchen.
He walks past Angela's desk, his steps heavy and hurried and his boots make a clumping sound against the floor. She watches him as he walks past her, and clucks her tongue at the dirt and dust that covers his shirt.
But then her mouth begins to go dry, and she can't swallow properly. Her eyes are trained to the brown, worn leather belt that sits around his waist, holding up his (too) loose pants.
It's a belt, just a belt, but something about it causes her brain to think about it tied around her wrists, strapped to the posts of her bed. Her eyes flutter closed as her mind plays out images underneath her eyelids: her arms outstretched above her as she lies naked on the bed, her breasts taut and her nipples hard; Roy breathing heavily and grinning devilishly as he hovers over her, his hard ohJesussohard cock sliding against the inside of her thigh.
Angela opens her eyes slowly and licks at her lips, trying to steady her breathing, when she notices Kevin staring at her.
She shoots him a hard glare. "Stop staring at me and get back to work Kevin."
He gives her a slow smile before returning his attention to the paper on his desk. She swallows hard, and tries to be as subtle as she can when she looks back over towards the kitchen.
Also, can anyone recommend the best place to post The Office fic? I've found theoffice_fic, but was just wondering if there was somewhere else I could/should be posting too. ♥
For: fireworkfiasco
Prompt: leather belt [roy/angela]
Fandom: the office
Rating: r
Word Count: 390
Her imagination has become her worst enemy.
Normally she has tight rein over her thoughts. When at work, she focuses only on the tasks in front of her and concentrates on her goals for the day. She has a schedule to each work day (10:45am: the morning coffee break. 11:15am: the morning toilet break. 12:00pm: check latest emails.) and she is sure to stick to it and keep her thoughts organised so that she can be as efficient as possible.
Today, her imagination betrays her.
The door to the office swings open, and from her corner she glances in the direction, curious. It's nearly ten o'clock. Her eyebrows furrow immediately at the idea that someone is arriving to work late.
But it's Roy that walks through the door. He looks to the reception area, but finds that Pam isn't there. He glances around, then makes his way towards the kitchen.
He walks past Angela's desk, his steps heavy and hurried and his boots make a clumping sound against the floor. She watches him as he walks past her, and clucks her tongue at the dirt and dust that covers his shirt.
But then her mouth begins to go dry, and she can't swallow properly. Her eyes are trained to the brown, worn leather belt that sits around his waist, holding up his (too) loose pants.
It's a belt, just a belt, but something about it causes her brain to think about it tied around her wrists, strapped to the posts of her bed. Her eyes flutter closed as her mind plays out images underneath her eyelids: her arms outstretched above her as she lies naked on the bed, her breasts taut and her nipples hard; Roy breathing heavily and grinning devilishly as he hovers over her, his hard ohJesussohard cock sliding against the inside of her thigh.
Angela opens her eyes slowly and licks at her lips, trying to steady her breathing, when she notices Kevin staring at her.
She shoots him a hard glare. "Stop staring at me and get back to work Kevin."
He gives her a slow smile before returning his attention to the paper on his desk. She swallows hard, and tries to be as subtle as she can when she looks back over towards the kitchen.
Also, can anyone recommend the best place to post The Office fic? I've found theoffice_fic, but was just wondering if there was somewhere else I could/should be posting too. ♥