Warning: contains sexual suggestions!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
It was supposed to be a Christmas fic, but I screwed up and it has turned out quite smutty in the end, but I still decided to post it, I must be crazy.
Dedicated to all my fellow Diane/Will shippers! Merry Christmas!
Playing with fire
It wasn't the first Christmas party they held at the firm together, in fact this tradition had almost been a decade-long, still it was the first time that the two name partners of the firm accidentally met under the mistletoe.
It was him who decided to look up after bumping into her among the crowd. She was about to enter the room and he was about to leave, but both of them were held up for a moment as he refused to give her leeway after having seen what was hanging over their heads.
"You have to honor traditions," he said looking into her eyes and she lifted her gaze from him to the green plant, just to lower it again the next second, still hesitating. She shouldn't have been thinking, but despite the amount of eggnog she'd consumed she was still perfectly aware of the fact that kissing him wasn't really an option for her, not even under the mistletoe.
It had always been an unvoiced agreement between them that they had been taboos for each other. Their relationship had never crossed that certain line and they'd both known it had been in their firm's interest. But it hadn't always been that easy, there had been moments between them while working late at night or sharing a drink and many laughs, even the fights they'd had sometimes reminded her of the fact that her law firm partner was a very attractive man.
It would have been a lie to state she'd never fantasized of kissing him. She would have never actually acted upon this wish, but it had still been there in the back of her mind and this moment under the mistletoe could have been the perfect opportunity to do it without having to think of the consequences. Still she hesitated, firstly because they were surrounded by their coworkers and secondly because she still considered it a danger taking this step.
But he didn't give her more time to think, to come up with reasons why it was a bad idea to do it, he just decided to cut her thoughts off with a kiss.
Sweet was the first word that she could think of after their lips parted. The taste of his lips was sweet and for a moment she actually felt like wanting more, but she managed to stop her line of thoughts in time and resist the urge to make a fool of herself.
"Merry Christmas," she said instead, to turn the focus of the moment into a different direction.
"Merry Christmas," he replied with a smile and stepped aside to let her walk inside.
o-o-o
She'd always loved being the center of attention, but this night she felt as if she had been the centre of his attention as well, which was an unknown feeling for her. As she leaned back against the piano, waiting for the right moment to join in the song her eyes fell on him again and she noticed that his eyes were still resting on her. She almost missed the tune to step in, because for a short moment she forgot to take her eyes back from him. And it was the fault of that damn mistletoe.
She turned to Eli who was playing the piano and smiled at him as she sang along. There had to be a way to break the spell that kiss had put on her just a short while ago. Of course making out with the once aspiring concert pianist on her right was not among the options. There was no such amount of eggnog in the world. But still she decided to put up a charade and took a step in his direction just to end up sitting on his lap a minute later, crossing her bare legs to show them off. It was all part of the show of course and the audience was already laughing, except for him. She had to finally realize that she was actually playing with fire there.
o-o-o
"I thought you'd left already," he said stepping out of his office, almost frightening her on the half dark corridor.
"I forgot a file I need to read through during the holidays," she replied confidently, assuming that talking about work was the safe path to go on.
"Nice performance," he complimented her, obviously ignoring her attempt to stay professional.
"Nah, I just drank too much eggnog tonight," she chuckled, already regretting the friendly gesture the next moment when she felt his lips on hers again.
But the regret only lasted a few seconds when something else took over her mind, along with her whole body, the desire to ease this tension between them in the now only possible way.
"Your office or mine?" he asked, gasping for air and even though the word office could have rung a bell in her head she just chose to ignore the fact that it was actually their workplace where they seemed to have forgotten about themselves and it was in fact already irreversible, there was no way back. But even in her current state of mind she realized what a mistake it could be to choose any of his options, there had to be some other solution.
Her gaze suddenly fell on the assistants' table in front of her and she didn't hesitate long before pushing him just a little. He turned his head backwards for a moment, understanding at once what she meant and pulled her with him in the direction of the table. He quickly swept off everything from their way and didn't hesitate long before he grabbed her by her waist and placed her on the desk.
"I have always wanted to do this," he said as he squatted and took off her high heels, just to place kisses on her legs starting from her feet. She had to find support on the side of the desk as his kisses continued their way up her thighs, between the cut of her skirt, while his hands were moving up and down her legs.
At a certain point she just moved one of her hands to his hair and dag into it, forcing him to look up to her and it didn't take long for his lips to find hers again. But his hands were unable to rest, they already found their way under her skirt and she couldn't help moaning feeling the touch of his warm hands close to that intimate body part. She folded her arms around him and lay back on the table, pulling him with her.
His hands grabbed her skirt and started pulling it up and she did nothing to stop him. He obviously only wanted one thing and she wanted to give it to him right there and then. Even though they were on the top of a table, at their workplace, one day before Christmas. She could have found it delusional had she actually given herself a chance to think, but she didn't. She just did what felt right at that moment, let him inside of her. And soon that certain ecstasy banished all her conscience.
