Fic: Stress-Busters
Title: Stress-Busters
Pairing: Donna/Paw/Benzaie, with a cameo from Ellis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 710
Disclaimer: Donna? Mine. The rest? Not in the slightest.
A/N: For the “Other” Tag Challenge! Hope you enjoy.
Donna was stressed out of her mind. They were understaffed tonight, massively so. Having only ten people on a Saturday night would have been hard work anyway but with Critic and Linkara not around (and by association Chick and Marz), Stacey needing time off for her college exams, Y and Penny unreachable and Mary with the flu, it was hell.
And Ellis had the audacity to ask what was wrong when she picked up the drinks at the bar.
"Boss, four of us with a DJ can't handle a heavy night by ourselves."
He smiled complacently while pouring the beers and she seethed. He might have been nicer to them than Michaud was but he was still a dick.
"I don't see any of the others complaining."
She slammed her hands down on the table, well aware of the trouble she might get in but it didn't matter right now. It was midnight. Four more hours until she got to relax with the help of Paw's and Benzaie's talented hands. That was far too long to wait. "Let's count them down, shall we? Paw doesn't have to do anything, just stand up there and play music. He doesn't have anything to complain about. Liz is busy downstairs with a group of guys. Her mouth is probably too fucking full to complain. Benzaie loves attention and sex so he's fine and unless she's sedated herself somehow, Lucy is going to make my temper look kitten-like."
He softened a little, handing her the drinks. "You guys can handle it, alright? And just think, in a few hours, your boyfriends will calm you down completely."
She let a smile tug at her mouth. "Let me guess, this is a 'you know everything' deal, right?"
"Don't you forget it."
***
Two hours later, she was pissed off again. The crowd still hadn't died down, her heels were killing her and she would have taken them off if some twats hadn't vomited on the floor. Within the rush of satisfying everyone, she felt a sickening ache of fear imagining someone official shutting this place down or one of them - when high or drunk or hurting - burning it to the ground. As much as they bitched, this place was keeping the majority of them fed and alive and safe. She didn't even think Benzaie could handle having to be on the streets, let alone the rest.
But that ache was replaced again by the fiery pain in her feet. Goddamnit, she needed 4AM to come right now. Catching Paw's eyes, she mimed screaming and pulling at her pile of brown curls. He smiled as nicely as he could, holding up two fingers before going back to his DJing and she breathed heavily, trying to calm herself down. Hands soon. Fingers and tongues and nibbling and what passed for love in this place andandand...
***
As soon as the last drunk-off-their-ass idiot was hustled out, she didn't bother changing. She grabbed her coat and hurried out as fast as she could so not to get stuck with helping the Mikes clean up. She would regret it later, she was sure, but right now she was waiting by a nearby wall with her coat wrapped round her. She needed something and it didn't involve getting hit on by strangers for once in her life.
Benzaie came out first and she immediately relaxed, grinning and matching his pleased, leering expression.
He backed her up and licked her lips, his hands massaging her shoulders. "As much as I love that you want my body this badly to not even wait for privacy, I'm betting the other girls will be pissy."
"I'll make it up to them somehow."
His hand moved to her breasts, cupping them firm but gentle. "I could stand to know a little more..."
She rolled her eyes fondly and without warning him, swapped their positions. She slammed him up against the wall, kissing him furiously and her hands working on his belt. She could feel Paw sneak up behind them and she wriggled her ass into his groin, moaning into Benzaie's mouth as her top was raised with one set of hands and her shorts were unbuttoned with another.
Oh yeah, definitely good stress relief.
Pairing: Donna/Paw/Benzaie, with a cameo from Ellis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 710
Disclaimer: Donna? Mine. The rest? Not in the slightest.
A/N: For the “Other” Tag Challenge! Hope you enjoy.
Donna was stressed out of her mind. They were understaffed tonight, massively so. Having only ten people on a Saturday night would have been hard work anyway but with Critic and Linkara not around (and by association Chick and Marz), Stacey needing time off for her college exams, Y and Penny unreachable and Mary with the flu, it was hell.
And Ellis had the audacity to ask what was wrong when she picked up the drinks at the bar.
"Boss, four of us with a DJ can't handle a heavy night by ourselves."
He smiled complacently while pouring the beers and she seethed. He might have been nicer to them than Michaud was but he was still a dick.
"I don't see any of the others complaining."
She slammed her hands down on the table, well aware of the trouble she might get in but it didn't matter right now. It was midnight. Four more hours until she got to relax with the help of Paw's and Benzaie's talented hands. That was far too long to wait. "Let's count them down, shall we? Paw doesn't have to do anything, just stand up there and play music. He doesn't have anything to complain about. Liz is busy downstairs with a group of guys. Her mouth is probably too fucking full to complain. Benzaie loves attention and sex so he's fine and unless she's sedated herself somehow, Lucy is going to make my temper look kitten-like."
He softened a little, handing her the drinks. "You guys can handle it, alright? And just think, in a few hours, your boyfriends will calm you down completely."
She let a smile tug at her mouth. "Let me guess, this is a 'you know everything' deal, right?"
"Don't you forget it."
***
Two hours later, she was pissed off again. The crowd still hadn't died down, her heels were killing her and she would have taken them off if some twats hadn't vomited on the floor. Within the rush of satisfying everyone, she felt a sickening ache of fear imagining someone official shutting this place down or one of them - when high or drunk or hurting - burning it to the ground. As much as they bitched, this place was keeping the majority of them fed and alive and safe. She didn't even think Benzaie could handle having to be on the streets, let alone the rest.
But that ache was replaced again by the fiery pain in her feet. Goddamnit, she needed 4AM to come right now. Catching Paw's eyes, she mimed screaming and pulling at her pile of brown curls. He smiled as nicely as he could, holding up two fingers before going back to his DJing and she breathed heavily, trying to calm herself down. Hands soon. Fingers and tongues and nibbling and what passed for love in this place andandand...
***
As soon as the last drunk-off-their-ass idiot was hustled out, she didn't bother changing. She grabbed her coat and hurried out as fast as she could so not to get stuck with helping the Mikes clean up. She would regret it later, she was sure, but right now she was waiting by a nearby wall with her coat wrapped round her. She needed something and it didn't involve getting hit on by strangers for once in her life.
Benzaie came out first and she immediately relaxed, grinning and matching his pleased, leering expression.
He backed her up and licked her lips, his hands massaging her shoulders. "As much as I love that you want my body this badly to not even wait for privacy, I'm betting the other girls will be pissy."
"I'll make it up to them somehow."
His hand moved to her breasts, cupping them firm but gentle. "I could stand to know a little more..."
She rolled her eyes fondly and without warning him, swapped their positions. She slammed him up against the wall, kissing him furiously and her hands working on his belt. She could feel Paw sneak up behind them and she wriggled her ass into his groin, moaning into Benzaie's mouth as her top was raised with one set of hands and her shorts were unbuttoned with another.
Oh yeah, definitely good stress relief.