Written February 2003
Rated a very strong R
Synopsis: When the desire for intimacy can’t be fulfilled, things go from bad to worse to downright embarrassing.
Disclaimer: The characters within are property of LFN Productions, Warner Bros., and USA Network. No infringement is intended.
Madeline took a deep breath and counted to ten. She was desperately close to screaming. It was a rare feeling–but not entirely unheard of. Sometimes the stress got to her, making her irritable and angry, like today. Her blood pressure was through the roof. Oversight wanted their numbers first thing in the morning, but she had to go to the Farm and scare–make that address the new recruits, plus there were two prisoners in Containment waiting to be interrogated. All she wanted was five minutes to herself, to rest quietly and calm down before facing the remainder of her hectic day.
The door to her office slid open, and Paul walked in, making no effort to distract her with pleasantries. “Michael’s team just brought in a member of Crimson Storm who needs your attention.”
She slumped over her desk dramatically. “Fine.”
He chuckled, rounding her chair. “Was that a whine I heard?” Concerned, he rubbed her shoulders. “Are you okay?”
She shook her head before lifting it out of her arms. “I just wanted five minutes alone so I could regain my composure, but it’s not going to happen so I’ll just–”
As she rose, he pushed her back down. “Hey, wait a minute. What’s wrong?”
Briefly she explained her long list of things to do, and he was appropriately sympathetic, patting her back and massaging her neck. “There just aren’t enough hours in the day for me.”
“Well, the prisoners aren’t going anywhere, so you don’t have to worry about them right now. It’ll only take you fifteen minutes to talk to the new recruits, leaving you plenty of time to get our figures in order. Besides, Birkoff has been rather efficient lately; all of the data is probably ready and waiting for you to drop into the report.”
“You make it sound so easy,” she muttered, drumming her fingers on the desktop impatiently.
“It’s all about time management.” Paul grinned broadly, hoping to hear her laugh, but the only sound in the room was the tapping of her nails on the glass. He bent over to silence them, covering both of her hands with one of his. “Madeline, the world’s not going to end in the next five minutes, so relax.” He softly pressed his lips against her neck. “Relax…”
She tilted her head and closed her eyes, allowing his gentle kisses to soothe her for a moment. When he moved his hand from the desk to her thigh, she grabbed it. “Paul, we don’t have time for this. I appreciate your efforts, but this isn’t going to work.”
Before she had a chance to turn back to her computer, he flipped off the power to her monitor. “Sit on the desk.”
“So am I.”
Rather than complain since that would get her nowhere, she grumpily stood and followed his orders, folding her arms across her chest. “Now what–”
He interrupted her with a deep kiss. She moaned softly, slowly losing the will to argue with that type of persuasion. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her fingers edging their way into his hair. He cupped her breasts with his hands, squeezing them, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. He knew just how to make her feel good. Breaking their kiss, she leaned back, and he ran his mouth down the middle of her throat. Her groan reverberated along his tongue, and he responded with a similar sound. “Stand up,” he demanded huskily, pulling her off the desk before she had a chance to react. His hands raised her skirt around her hips, searching for the waistband of her panties. When he found it, he pulled them down to the floor and picked her back up, placing her on the desk once again. Madeline reached for the buckle on his belt, but he grabbed her wrists. “No.”
“No?” She frowned. He wasn’t the type to turn down an advance from her. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not the one who needs to relax.” Smiling pleasantly, he sat down in the chair, lifting her legs and putting one calf on each of his shoulders. She watched him carefully, her heart pounding. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic of situations, but there was hardly time for that. She didn’t really care either. The need for romance was long gone, replaced with the need to be together, anytime, anyplace. They had to take what they could get.
Paul rolled the chair forward and closed the space between them, trailing gentle kisses along her inner thigh. He nibbled a little, sucked and bit on several occasions, but kept his lips away from her most sensitive area. He wanted her to grab his head and direct it to the right spot, to beg for his touch. The only time she would be herself was when they made love. She would laugh and cry in his arms, and he delighted in the uninhibited emotions that shone through. But he wasn’t sure how long he could wait this time; the musky scent of her desire was making him wild.
“Paul…” she said, drawing out his name in annoyance. “This is more stressful than my previous activity. I thought you said you were going to–” She cried out as his mouth came into contact with her. Clamping her hands around his head, she moaned ardently. “Oh, that’s better.” She whispered something unintelligible and closed her eyes. Her hips rocked against his face as she slowly succumbed to his movements. This was, quite possibly, exactly what she needed. There was no denying it was what she wanted.
He slid his tongue along the outer folds, then the inner, then plunged deep inside her. Each movement received a whimper or a groan, and she nearly smothered him. He could barely breathe, but he didn’t stop. There were worse ways to die. Gripping her bottom, he raised her slightly off the desk to work at a better angle, and he heard the unmistakable sound of her hands slamming on the surface to steady herself. The higher pitched her moans, the closer she was getting. He increased the speed and pressure, focusing completely on her swollen clitoris, flickering his tongue back and forth. She bucked wildly against him in approval, muttering to him about her impending release.
Her eyes flew open at the sound of Birkoff’s voice, and she momentarily panicked. How did he get into her office? Then she realized his voice was over the announcement system; he wasn’t actually present. A small huff of relief escaped her lips. She and Paul had always been quick or careful; it wouldn’t bode well if their computer analyst were to walk in while his boss’ head was firmly planted between the thighs of the chief strategist. She cleared her throat, well aware that Paul’s tongue was still active, and called out, “Yes?”
“Are you coming?”
“Umm…” She glanced at the top of Paul’s head, incredibly disoriented. The sexual energy that had been building was suddenly squashed, as if it had never existed in the first place. She sighed in disappointment. “Not anymore.”
“Well, we still haven’t resolved the issue with the backup systems. Are you sure you don’t have a minute to check it out?”
“Oh!” She launched herself off the desk, kneeing Paul in the side of the head. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Disconnecting the communication link, she readjusted her clothing.
Rubbing his hairline, Paul frowned at her. “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you hear Birkoff? I promised him five minutes, and I completely forgot! If that doesn’t get the rumor mill started…” She ducked into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup, and he followed with awe. “Look, I’m sorry about all of this, but you really picked a bad time. I shouldn’t have let you seduce me. I knew something like this would happen…” She continued her muttering, but he couldn’t understand anything she said as she applied a fresh layer of lipstick.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I’ve never seen you like this.” It was true; she was flighty and flushed and completely absent-minded, characteristics that were rare in her persona. “Madeline?”
“Just–” She dropped a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for trying. We’ll have to pick up where we left off when I get some free time.”
Paul followed her with his eyes as she headed for the exit, but something caught his attention. “Madeline, wait.”
The door slid aside, and she looked at him over her shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”
“But you forgot your–” The door shut again, and he sighed. “–underwear.” He retrieved the article of clothing from the floor and tucked it into his coat pocket. She would be furious when she realized she had left it behind, especially if she didn’t catch up with him before her trip to the Farm. He winced at the thought. I kind of feel bad for the new recruits.
End of part 1