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Authors Note #1: Vague spoilers for 5x15 and vaguely for the rest of the season in terms of canon character deaths. Meant to fit in a few weeks/months after the events of the season finale. Written for anon on tumblr the requested Eugene smut.
Warnings: *Contains: adult language, adult content, porn without plot.
Panky in the Pantry (where the only thing perishable is Eugene's refractory period)
The pantry door creaked, offensive and loud to the senses as Olivia kept him pressed - pinned against it like the insects he'd kept on the runner-board in his old classroom. She was insistent, soft, lovely-and damned near aggressive as she flicked open the third button of his shirt. Bearing sweaty skin to the humid air as his mouth fell open, realizing with a sudden, blinding sort of clarity that he had no idea what to say.
This didn't happen.
Not to him.
Not for lack of trying, mind you.
Formidable as his intellect was, he simply wasn't what one would call "skilled" at the art of wooing the finer sex. He'd long assumed that there was a sort of magnetism to it. Something men like Abraham seemed to have in spades. Perhaps one was simply born with it. Point of the matter was, he found himself woefully under-prepared for such a scenario. And frankly, considering the fact that this was perhaps the last thing that had been on his mind when he'd knocked on the Pantry door - hoping Olivia wouldn't mind filling up his weekly food hamper after hours – he thought that perhaps he rightly deserved his growingly aroused confusion.
Not that he was complaining.
Oh lord, not at all.
It took him a moment to realize she was speaking, murmuring into the curve of his cheek as long fingers teased softly through the curling tail of his hair. The swell of her hips bumping tentatively against his nethers with seemingly accidental frequency. Leaving him struggling to catch up as she thumbed the point of his chin affectionately.
"I'm not usually this forward, you understand, but honey-really," she hummed, dark hair sheathing prettily off to the side, framing her face as she grinned salaciously up at him. "You sure know how to keep a woman waitin'."
"I didn't-" he hiccupped, startling himself with how ragged his voice sounded. Rather insistent on making sure she didn't have the wrong idea as what was left of his rational mind struggled to figure how he might have given her that impression. "I'd never-"
But Olivia was not to be swayed, distracting him with a nibbling kiss that had him pushing forward, trying to follow her when she leaned just out of reach. Setting her glasses aside as his shirt, which she had apparently finished unbuttoning, slid haltingly down his arms, getting caught in the crux of his elbows as her hand came down to stroke the generous fan of skin wreathed around his waistband. Nearly sending him right through the back panel of the door when she cupped him boldly through his slacks.
"Hush darlin', I'm going to take such good care of you."
He didn't think much of anything for a long while after that.
A/N #1: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! Reviews and constructive critiquing are love! – This story is now complete.