Short...but oh well. Joanne needed to star in a fic all on her own...with the mentions of Maureen of course.
I don't own Rent.
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Sweet Fantasy
It was a quiet day at work for Joanne Jefferson. Normally she worked her ass off to get cases done, but this week was really slow. The case she was working on was a piece of cake, something a monkey could handle.
After writing once last note down, the lawyer dropped her pen and sighed while leaning back in her chair.
"Maureen's right, my job is boring."
A smile appeared on her lips at the thought of her girlfriend. "I wonder what the drama queen is doing right now…"
"Perhaps waiting for me in bed…naked." She thought out loud to herself, her face beaming at the image playing in her mind.
Her lips then curved into a poor version of Maureen's pout, her head coming down to rest in the palm of her hands. "I wish she was here right now…"
"I wish she was here sitting in front of me on my desk." She added.
Her eyebrow rose in delight. "Maureen sitting on my desk…naked."
"Maureen sitting on my desk, making out with me…while naked."
"Maureen and I both lying on the desk making out…the both of us naked."
"With me on top." She quickly added.
Joanne's face was now glowing; she was having too much fun with this to stop now. "Maureen sitting under my desk in between my legs, her hand creeping up my thigh, then uh oh my boss walks in, but that doesn't stop Maureen Johnson, no she keeps that hand moving until it…oh yes…" Joanne drooled, her hand now unconsciously moving down her stomach.
"Oh Maureen, use your tongue baby…" Joanne involuntarily moaned, as her mind became more into the fantasy that was going on in her head, her hand now sneaking over her thigh with her eyes tightly shut.
"Ms. Jefferson?" A nervous voice from her door called out, causing Joanne to quickly snap out of her fantasy.
Joanne's eyes flew open, and were now on the twenty-one year old boy who was also known as her secretary.
Joanne cleared her throat. "Um…yes Mick…I mean Mike…"
"Um…are you okay in here…I hear moaning or something…" He timidly asked.
Joanne blushed, while she raised her hands over her hand and pretended to stretch. "Oh yes…everything is fine, I'm just tired that's all." She lied and then forced out a fake yawn. "Is that everything?"
"Uh no." Mike responded. "Mr. Hecklet wants to know if you're done with your case yet."
"You can let him now that I'll have it done by lunch time." Joanne answered.
"Okay thank you." Mike said, and then left the doorway.
Joanne sighed when he left. She then picked up the pen she had been using earlier and began working on her case again. But it wasn't long until her Maureen daydream kicked back in.
"Maureen straddling me…naked…"
