A/N: Believe it or not, this came to me while I was at work. Right in the middle of a project, even! Please be advised that this contains more lemon than my usual works. That's right. This contains more than just implied goodies. So... if you're used to reading my more implied lemons and don't want anything more extreme, I suggest you turn away, seeing as this fic is pretty much pure lemon after lemon. Not horridly graphic but... whatever. As for the rest of you... well you know what to do.

Pein/Konan drabble collection - Prompt: Spontaneous office romance

Konan entered the hideout after a long mission, cracking her neck noisily. She had been out for a whole week, posing as a wealthy businessman's assistant, observing the businessman's partner. At the end of the mission, she had used her stealthy origami to track the man wherever he went and found that the mad had been stealing from the company. With a small sigh, her hands went to straighten the ridiculous business skirt she had worn for the mission. Hell, she hadn't even wanted to change, she just wanted to get home, though she had at least worn her long cloak over it. Right now, though, all she wanted to do was stand by her own partner's desk, somewhere in his relative presence, even if all he did was frown at his papers the whole time.

Damn, though, that skirt was really misbehaving. It didn't help that the skirt was barely of decent length, the tiny thing brushing her upper thighs constantly. The fabric clung to her legs snugly, accentuating every curve. That had been perfect for the mission, though. Show a little smile, let the flirty skirt do its wonders... it hadn't taken long to get the man to spill the rest of his secrets. Her loose jacket was of a similar style, businesslike and open all the way down to just under her chest. Underneath, she had a button-down clingy collared shirt, though she had left enough of the buttons open to show cleavage. Honestly, it worked on men every time. A small smile crept across her face suddenly. She would have to test this theory... yes, test it on the most stoic man she knew.

For a long time, there had been tension between them. Sexual tension. She knew he felt it just as keenly as she did, even if he hardly budged a facial muscle. That look in his eyes told her everything. However, he wasn't about to bring up the subject first, and she had always been the shy, conservative type. All this time, she had been too nervous to even make a move, but somehow the different clothes gave her a sense of empowerment. Maybe it was the notion of acting like a powerful businesswoman, maybe it was the act of being someone other than herself, but whatever it was, she was going to use it to her advantage.

She didn't knock, knowing he could sense her already. After all, she was the only one who didn't need to knock, he just knew her chakra signature too well. Her entrance was more or less unnoticed, and he didn't even look up until she was halfway to his desk, her languorous pace catching most of his attention. Her walk held just a slight sway to it, the tiny skirt clinging to her dangerous curves mercilessly. She walked into the light, her right hand poised at her hip, her deep red lips smirking mischievously. Shady blue-gray and black eyeshadow tinged her eyes, bringing out the natural blue hues in both eyes and hair.

He had only glanced up at first, but now that she was fully in the light, he couldn't help but stare. His usually prim and modest partner was practically leering at him from under the dim light, tiny pinstripe skirt barely covering enough to remain decent, her open front all but letting her spill out. At first this was enough of a surprise in itself, and he paused in his writing, watching her every move. After staring at him for a moment, she placed both her hands on the edge of his desk, leaning forward just enough to bring her chest into full view, her face only a foot away from his. Before he even had time to react- with this sort of thing in his face, he wasn't about to act quickly anyway- she gracefully pushed herself up onto his desk, sitting on her knees with her hands placed in between, tilting her shoulders just so as she smiled enticingly. Her right hand slid to his cheek slowly, lightly brushing as her low voice finally sounded.

"Pein-sama," she said breathlessly, tilting her lower body just enough to slide her legs out to one side, noticing that he glanced at them ever so briefly. "You look so tense. Why don't you take a moment to relax?" He tried to get back the ability to talk, glancing around at all the work he had left to do. However, her hand slammed down on the paper he had paused to glance at, returning his attention back to her. "Such a diligent worker..." She leaned closer, holding his gaze with her captivating eyes. "But even you need your rest. Surely you can give your precious flower some attention..." Her hand cleared the desk quickly, sending the papers flying in every direction, all landing in a neat pile in the corner thanks to her talent with paper.

She pursed her lips seductively, sliding to cross her legs in front of her, letting them linger apart just enough for him to get a glimpse of what was under the skirt. Though he tried to refrain from showing weakness, his eyes darted for just the briefest second to that space she left open before she crossed one leg over the other in front of her, letting her high heels just barely brush against his lower chest. From his vantage point, he could see that the dark pantyhose she wore only reached her upper thigh, just above the short skirt. His eyes kept drifting down despite his best efforts, but when she uncrossed her legs and put her mouth so close to his ear, his gaze went to a higher part of her anatomy. With a smirk, she whispered to him softly. "What's wrong? Afraid you can't handle me?" She grabbed his collar suddenly, making sure that when she spoke again, their cheeks were touching. "I'm sick of your crap, Pein. I'm sick of standing there in the corner, being ignored while you poke away at your paperwork all day long. I'm sick of feeling this tension between us and having no resolve." Her breathing grew desperate, her fist at his cloak tightening. "I want you, and I want you now. Don't deny me any longer."

He finally reacted, smirking against her cheek. "No... it wouldn't do to keep you waiting. I, too, have been waiting far too long..." Before she could react, his hands were suddenly at her shoulders, pinning her down to the desk in one swift motion. He quickly captured her lips in a fierce kiss, one hand running up the side of those damned tempting thighs. His hands made quick work of the already strained jacket, stripping her down to the tight shirt underneath. Frustrated with all the buttons, he snapped each one, brushing her exposed flesh gently. Her hands grabbed at his cloak, pulling him close, unsnapping the front of the long garment quickly. Before long, one hand trailed up his chest while the other ran up his neck, twisting into his thick auburn hair. She kissed him furiously, the tension building even as they released the pent-up frustration.

He shoved away her clingy shirt, fingers gripping the ridiculously sexy black lace bra as he shoved her down harder, touching every inch of her. Her hands tugged at his cloak and he relinquished his grip on her long enough to shed it, leaving him in just his fishnet shirt. She seemed to appreciate this and ran her fingers down his chest, feeling the texture of the material. He shivered, much to his chagrin, at the sensation of her soft fingers on him, the subtle emotions coming through with even the tiniest touch. It seemed she enjoyed making him squirm, and when her hands drifted to the bottom of his shirt, he broke the kiss long enough to shrug out of it. Suddenly, their eyes locked.

When she looked at him, his eyes were hazy, the Rin'negan spinning wildly. It was as if he were trying to memorize every detail of her face, whatever it was about her that captivated him so deeply. Neither said a word even as the remainder of their clothing fell on the floor, both too distracted by the other's gaze to notice much else. Her hands wrapped around his neck again and pulled him closer, kissing him softly before releasing him, watching as his hands grazed up her sides. With one glance, he asked a single question. Was this what she wanted? When she smirked up at him, tracing his lips with her finger, he knew what her answer was and leaned forward, slowly claiming her as his. She bit her lip sharply, eyes squinting at the short pain. He knew it would hurt, and he took his time. They had waited so long, what was a little longer? Soon she arched up into him, grasping his shoulders when he dared to move, her head tilting back onto the solid wood. Both started breathing heavily, finally allowing noises to escape. She held him close, whispering encouragement as he increased his pace, driving them both mad with desire.

She suddenly arched higher, uttering his name as he felt her tense around him. All at once, her voice rose a pitch and she clung to him tightly, hitting her climax. He followed soon after, the pressure too much to bear any longer, his head resting on her shoulder as he tensed. When he could move again, he put his arm around her waist, his thoughts suddenly roaming. Perhaps one of these days he should send her on another interesting mission... and just see what she comes dressed up as next.