Smutathon Entry 9: Late Night at the Office (Harry/Katie)
Title: Late Night at the Office
Pairing: Harry/Katie
A/N: Harry needs to stop being so vanilla.
Smut:
He could hear the click-clack of her heels as she walked down the Ministry corridor, and smiled. Katie Bell, on secondment to the Auror department whilst they investigated a series of nasty Muggle-baiting incidents in nightclubs, was returning to file her report. It was past two in the morning; she was actually early, but Harry wasn’t going to hold that against her. Katie was conscientious and wouldn’t come back, until the job was done.
“All done?” he asked, looking up from his file.
She lowered herself into the chair opposite him. “You were right. It was Marcus Flint behind all of this. He’s in a holding cell now,” she replied, and lifted her legs to rest on his desk. “Any chance of a drink?”
Trying not to stare at the suspender strap clearly visible as her dress rode up her thighs, Harry reached into his bottom drawer and pulled out a half-empty bottle of Firewhisky.
“You’ve certainly downed some of that,” she observed.
“Late night perk,” he muttered, pouring them both a shot.
“Doesn’t Ginny mind?” Harry shrugged and pulled a face. “Ah, still taking it slow?”
“Actually, it’s so slow, it’s come to a stop,” he replied, and tried to smile. “How’s Oliver?”
“No bloody idea,” she said. “I caught him with his mouth round some bloke’s dick and told him to eff off.” She sighed, and moved her legs off the desk. “Bad enough that he’s unfaithful, but with a man, and an ugly man at that. I mean what the hell is wrong with me?”
Harry studied her then knocked back his shot. “Nothing is wrong with you,” he muttered. “You’re looking good, Katie.”
“Really,” she quirked an eyebrow at him, and then took a sip from her own glass. “I didn’t think you’d ever noticed what I looked like.”
“Dressed like that you’re very noticeable.” He reached across to the bottle. “Fancy another?”
Katie smiled, and lifted her legs back on his desk, keeping her knees bent. “What I fancy doesn’t come in a bottle, Harry,” she murmured, staring straight at him.
“You mean -” He stopped speaking, hoping he wasn’t getting this hopelessly wrong. “You and me?”
“Mmm,” she replied, almost purring, as she slowly reclined in her chair. Her dress hitched further up her thighs, revealing an expanse of tanned thigh, and a wisp of soft brown hair peeking through red panties. “Why not?”
“Why not, indeed,” he muttered.
Smirking, Katie stood up and kicked the door closed. “Stop undressing me with your eyes, Potter,” she whispered as she stood in front of him, “and get on with the job properly.”
He ran both hands up the inside of her dress, his fingers nestling between her thighs, and sliding across the silky fabric of her panties. She gasped as his thumb slipped underneath, tracing circles, whilst his other hand hitched up her dress. Ducking his head down, he nuzzled her stomach, gratified when she began to moan and press into him, hungry for more.
“Not yet,” she whispered, and pulled away to sit on the edge of his desk.
He watched her take off her dress, pulling it over her head and dropping it at his feet. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but cupped her breasts in her hands, tempting him further as she lay back on the desk, her legs apart.
His clothes followed hers on the floor, and soon he was standing over her, his hand under her arse, as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, licking, sucking, teasing, until both nipples were erect.
She groaned as he slipped one finger inside her, keeping his thumb swirling around her, driving her on, until she was close to the edge. Then, just before she reached climax, she grasped his dick in one hand, grabbed his arse with the other, and wound her fishnet stocking-clad legs around him. He thrust inside her and bucked, delirious as she dug sharp fingernails into the small of his back. Her internal muscles tautened around him, her climb to orgasm driving him on, as she moaned and groaned, arching her back, desperate for his release as much as her own.
“Sweet. Fucking. Merlin!” he exclaimed as he shot into her, and then collapsed.
“Enjoy that, did you?” she mumured.
“Uh, could say that,” he panted in reply. “Let’s just say, it’s been a while since it’s been that good.”
Chuckling, she pushed him off, then bent down and started to get dressed. “Same time next week, then?”
Pairing: Harry/Katie
A/N: Harry needs to stop being so vanilla.
Smut:
He could hear the click-clack of her heels as she walked down the Ministry corridor, and smiled. Katie Bell, on secondment to the Auror department whilst they investigated a series of nasty Muggle-baiting incidents in nightclubs, was returning to file her report. It was past two in the morning; she was actually early, but Harry wasn’t going to hold that against her. Katie was conscientious and wouldn’t come back, until the job was done.
“All done?” he asked, looking up from his file.
She lowered herself into the chair opposite him. “You were right. It was Marcus Flint behind all of this. He’s in a holding cell now,” she replied, and lifted her legs to rest on his desk. “Any chance of a drink?”
Trying not to stare at the suspender strap clearly visible as her dress rode up her thighs, Harry reached into his bottom drawer and pulled out a half-empty bottle of Firewhisky.
“You’ve certainly downed some of that,” she observed.
“Late night perk,” he muttered, pouring them both a shot.
“Doesn’t Ginny mind?” Harry shrugged and pulled a face. “Ah, still taking it slow?”
“Actually, it’s so slow, it’s come to a stop,” he replied, and tried to smile. “How’s Oliver?”
“No bloody idea,” she said. “I caught him with his mouth round some bloke’s dick and told him to eff off.” She sighed, and moved her legs off the desk. “Bad enough that he’s unfaithful, but with a man, and an ugly man at that. I mean what the hell is wrong with me?”
Harry studied her then knocked back his shot. “Nothing is wrong with you,” he muttered. “You’re looking good, Katie.”
“Really,” she quirked an eyebrow at him, and then took a sip from her own glass. “I didn’t think you’d ever noticed what I looked like.”
“Dressed like that you’re very noticeable.” He reached across to the bottle. “Fancy another?”
Katie smiled, and lifted her legs back on his desk, keeping her knees bent. “What I fancy doesn’t come in a bottle, Harry,” she murmured, staring straight at him.
“You mean -” He stopped speaking, hoping he wasn’t getting this hopelessly wrong. “You and me?”
“Mmm,” she replied, almost purring, as she slowly reclined in her chair. Her dress hitched further up her thighs, revealing an expanse of tanned thigh, and a wisp of soft brown hair peeking through red panties. “Why not?”
“Why not, indeed,” he muttered.
Smirking, Katie stood up and kicked the door closed. “Stop undressing me with your eyes, Potter,” she whispered as she stood in front of him, “and get on with the job properly.”
He ran both hands up the inside of her dress, his fingers nestling between her thighs, and sliding across the silky fabric of her panties. She gasped as his thumb slipped underneath, tracing circles, whilst his other hand hitched up her dress. Ducking his head down, he nuzzled her stomach, gratified when she began to moan and press into him, hungry for more.
“Not yet,” she whispered, and pulled away to sit on the edge of his desk.
He watched her take off her dress, pulling it over her head and dropping it at his feet. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but cupped her breasts in her hands, tempting him further as she lay back on the desk, her legs apart.
His clothes followed hers on the floor, and soon he was standing over her, his hand under her arse, as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, licking, sucking, teasing, until both nipples were erect.
She groaned as he slipped one finger inside her, keeping his thumb swirling around her, driving her on, until she was close to the edge. Then, just before she reached climax, she grasped his dick in one hand, grabbed his arse with the other, and wound her fishnet stocking-clad legs around him. He thrust inside her and bucked, delirious as she dug sharp fingernails into the small of his back. Her internal muscles tautened around him, her climb to orgasm driving him on, as she moaned and groaned, arching her back, desperate for his release as much as her own.
“Sweet. Fucking. Merlin!” he exclaimed as he shot into her, and then collapsed.
“Enjoy that, did you?” she mumured.
“Uh, could say that,” he panted in reply. “Let’s just say, it’s been a while since it’s been that good.”
Chuckling, she pushed him off, then bent down and started to get dressed. “Same time next week, then?”