Under the Table, Take 1 – S/F – M

It was a perfectly sunny day outside. The skies were blue, the office was quiet and no bumbling fools in sight. Franziska was about to settle to a nice cup of tea and read her case files when suddenly her door came flying open. She was startled but she immediately regained her composition to turn her attention to the one responsible.

"Ha ha! I saw that, sis. You flinched."

She didn't even get the chance to look before she recognized who the unexpected disturbance was. She offered him a smirk, typical of their exchanges.

"And what brings you here, Agent Lang?"

The ever dramatic Interpol agent strode on over to Franziska's desk. There he sat and looked her squarely in the eye.

"I'm here on duty, actually. We received a report on the last suspected member of the smuggling ring. I just calling my best subordinates back from their mini-vacations in-person."

"I am your partner."

Shi-Long Lang gave out a hearty laugh. He had some fun teasing Franziska from time to time. Getting her furious was too easy.

"Hardly a vacation, don't you think? The last raid was just ten days ago. When I got back to America, I had a case on my desk waiting for me to read it."

"Do I have to be waiting on your desk for you to notice me too? I'll remember that next time, sis. Ha ha!"

She set her tea down. Agent Lang, while he means well and is one of the most active agents on the force, can often times be so foolhardy by joking around like this.

"Agent Lang, I might have to reconsider this generous offer of yours. I am presently faced with a case that I must participate in tomorrow."

"Well, that's too bad, sis. You were involved since day one of the assignment. You can't exactly decline such mandatory participation."

Franziska gave it some thought. True enough that she was raring to go out into the investigation scene than be stuck in the Los Angeles court room with that foolish old fool of a judge, the usual foolish slew of foolish defense attorneys, and Lord above knows what kind of incompetent detective the police force assigned for her case. But she had obligations to her career. She had obligations to herself and her pursuit of the perfect prosecuting. It wasn't as though her involvement with Interpol could become permanent at any given moment. She wasn't that type of law enforcer.

"Well, I do have to consider my career as a prosecutor, don't I? If I don't do any of my work here, I'd have no other choice but to take up studies again. I can only choose experience or education if I want to continuously strive for perfection that is worthy of my name. Perhaps I may be more available in future investigations."

Lang, still seated on her desk, turned his entire self to face her. He figured it made a bigger impression. If it did, it also becomes a lasting impression, see. He gave her a knowing look.

"Oh, but that's a load of paperwork, sis. You and I both know I'm hopeless at that. And you do know a resignation letter means termination of any and all involvement with the case and related parties until further notice from Interpol itself."

Franziska turned quiet. The answer was obviously to go back to Interpol HQ with the agent. She could get another case when she got back anyway. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and she told herself she would milk it for experience in order to be more perfect than before. She knows she won't get rusty prosecuting criminals and whipping foolhardy fools; she'd just be dealing with the same kind of people but they only in a different language. And besides, dealing with an international smuggling ring was demanded more high-quality decisions such as her perfect ones.

"What if I said 'please'?"

Franziska just gave him a pondering look. She shook her head. Perhaps it was time to tease him a bit. Considering that there really was no way out of this other than paperwork and a total cut off of ties to Interpol until they would personally ask for her again, she pretended to show disinterest. His presence didn't ruin her entire day after all.

"Hmm… I don't know, Agent Lang. It's very tempting to just leave my post as it is. I do so hate a case imperfectly solved."

He watched Franziska take a sip of tea and then skim over her case files. Whether she was being serious or teasing (it's hard to tell, honestly), Lang mulled over his choices. He didn't want to think that he might've wasted his time flying all the way from HQ to America. Besides, this time he had selfish reasons for coming over in person, even if he's always meet his subordinates in person. Oops, he meant partner, he mentally corrected himself.

"What if I get down on my knees and beg?"

"Come now, Agent Lang. That's hardly –?!"

Lang got off her table and then knelt to the ground. He took his hands out of his pocket and bowed his head.

"Too late, sis. I'm on bend and knee, and I want an answer that isn't a resignation letter."

He inched closer to Franziska, sitting on her prosecutor's chair. He crawled on all fours, like a wolf about to pounce. It was amusing watching her panic like that. It was so obvious and yet she insisted she was all calm and that he was deranged. Franziska pushed herself back to put more distance between her and Lang. It was getting absurd and she grew concerned someone would see this questionable display.

"I mean it, Lang. Get up now before someone else sees you."

He paid no heed to her and continued his little shenanigan. He suddenly pounced and found himself grabbing at her legs. She let out a yelp.

"Come on, sis. You know you wanna get out of stuffy office."

She panicked on the inside. Agent Lang wasn't letting go of her legs. And, dare she say it? It was making her heart beat faster than it should. The thub-thumping also brought a heat to her cheeks. Lang continued to tease her relentlessly. It seemed he was enjoying her little panic-attack. Damn it. Her whip was on the floor because of that foolish buffoon moving about everywhere.

"A-Agent L-Lang, I demand that you remove yourself from b-b-beneath me immediately! I will have to give you the resignation letter after all if you don't stop this f-f-foolishness."

Lang's smirk turned into a slight frown. He stopped leaning on her legs.

"….Tch. Very well, sis. I've had my fun-!"

Bam! Shi-Long Lang felt himself pulled back in one very swift instant. No, rather, he was pushed back by some blow. The back of his head hit something wooden. His eyes were closed from the impact. When he could open them, he found himself face to face with a pair of knees. Black netted knees. Oh gosh, he thought. He couldn't believe what just happened.

From under the desk, he could hear muffled sounds. One he identified as Franziska while the other was a scrawny-sounding voice. It was nervous and jittery but it was talking to Franziska, apparently. And from the looks of it, a damn good they'd be taking to talk about whatever it was.

Franziska tried to hide her nervousness by wearing her typical stone face in front of the bailiff that had just barged into her room. He didn't know and so she chastised him for it. But she had to chastise him from her seat because of one foolhardy foolish individual who foolishly let the foolishness come upon him because of his foolish intentions and equally foolish actions. Damn that mad man. Damn this bailiff. Damn it, damn it, damn it!

"I'm uh,-ow!- uh, really sorry, Ms. von Karma. Ow!"

At least her whip was now in her hand. She let out her frustrations on the poor bailiff.

"Now that everything's in order, you may explain yourself to me this instant."

The bailiff was ordered to inform her of the case tomorrow. The judge to be presiding, the time to convene and when she should be consulting with her witnesses, the bailiff relayed to her. Of course, all of this she knew and absolutely tried her darnedest to get the bailiff out of the room. For some reason, he insisted on staying though.

"And then y-y-you have to prepare the wit-wit-witnesses-es at about 9:15am, so they w-w-won't forget what y-y-you told them."

"Yes. And?"

The poor bailiff fidgeted, looking for something to say. Meanwhile, the proximity to Franziska was taking its effect on Lang. As he stared at her admittedly cute knees, bent in an awkward way to hide her intimates, he was starting to get nervous himself. He was noticing how his heart raced and how hungry he was getting. Being trapped under a desk not to mention having the woman's perfume fill up his breathing space were bound to bring these feelings to the surface.

What was taking Franziska so long to get this pathetic guy out of the room? He decided he wanted to play around with sis a little more, to finally get him that answer he wanted.

"I'm waiting."

"Uh, umm. –ow!- m-m-Ms. von Karma! I-I- OW! I s-s-still have news to b-bring –ow!- to you."

With every stalling syllable, the bailiff's stay got longer. Franziska got angrier and whipped the bailiff more. Lang was getting more ideas. He began.

He nudged his face towards Franziska's knee. He let his cheek rest on one. He felt Franziska jerk a little.

"What was that, Ms.-OW!"

"I-It was nothing. It was nothing at all."

She used her foot and felt around a bit under her desk. The tip of her boot felt around and touched Lang's pants. She cautiously felt around his inner thigh, his groin, and then finally up his chest. He felt her feel him up and snickered to himself. She let it stay there for a moment before pulling it back. Now he realized what she was getting it. She let her foot fly. She thought she had aimed right at his chest only to hear a loud, hollow wooden sound. That foolish buffoon missed the kick. How on earth could he move around in there? She in turn hurt her toe on the desk. Shi-Long Lang wanted to burst with laughter. He stifled it and continued what he intended to do. Franziska jerked upright again.

He secured both Franziska's legs in his arms. She let out a small yelp. The bailiff was asking her what was wrong again. She kept on denying anything and everything. Perfect. He may not be in the best position right now but it felt strangely just right being there. He felt so much crazy excitement just spilling over when he started to rub his cheek against the inside of her thigh. He felt her tremble. He heard her voice tremble too. This was just too perfect.

Franziska felt Lang encroaching on her sensitive parts. While she was appalled that he, he¸ of all people would continue his foolish racy shenanigan even though he knew her well, she mentally hit herself for allowing it to happen. She was, dare she admit it, finding some pleasure in it. She fought to supress the small moans creeping up from deep inside her throat. She couldn't do anything about the crazy man about to make her crazier. She couldn't. This foolish bailiff was still here. She had to send him out.

"M-m-ms. von Karma?"

Too soon, the bailiff, the desk, the room, everything didn't feel real anymore. Franziska was warming up, no, heating up. And the fire was being stoked carefully and surely by one Shi-Long Lang. He pushed his face closer to her groin. Something hit his nose and then spread to his whole being. He smelled her essence and it was making him dizzyingly hungrier and hungrier. He took a deep breath and just inhaled all of it. He inhaled her intoxicating scent. His pants were getting tighter. He let out a heavy breath which Franziska felt all too well.

Franziska's hold on her reactions was starting to weaken. She closed her eyes and felt the raw flame of desire steadily creep throughout her body. It tingled everywhere, even to the tips of her fingers. Her breathing increased steadily. She was starting to take in shorter breaths. Was that bailiff was still here?

"S-s-should I go or s-should I s-s-stay? I-I mean is-is there any-any-anything I can do for you, right now? I-I-I mean you look a little f-flushed, I mean-"

"Nothing is *yip* the matter, bailiff."

Lang put his hands on Franziska's thighs and slowly slid them along them and under her skirt. She cringed. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? All these questions slowly faded away the more Lang teased her.

*sigh*

Right. The bailiff was still there.

"Have you finished what you were saying about *yip* tomorrow's trial?"

"Y-yes, m-ma'am. Ahem. W-well, the only other p-problem is that we c-c-can't locate a suitable d-d-defense attorney for the ac-c-cused. Ahem."

Lang then gently pulled her closer to him. He then nuzzled into her tender spot. He exhaled into her again. She whimpered.

"Ahem. So, uh, d-d-do you- would you want to, um, to l-l-look over the list of p-probable of lawyers the court might assign to the ac-c-cused?"

"Nnnnnnnngng-On second thought, not now, bailiff *sigh*"

Lang then swiftly pulled down her stockings. He breathed warm air upon her bare skin. It fanned the flames hotter. He pressed his lips upon her soft inner thigh. Franziska jerked her hip a little. Lang held her hips firmly in place.

"*aah* I regret to inform you that *aah* I mean, I am out of sorts at the moment so if you could just *sigh* leave. Now."

Lang trailed kisses from her inner thighs to her clothed lips. He nuzzled into them and began to kiss her through her underwear. Inside Franziska's head, she was screaming. Her skin was steaming hot. Whatever Lang was doing to her, it was starting to affect her composure. Absolutely anyone cannot see her like this. That bailiff had to go, now.

"O-of couse, M-m-ms. von Karma. Uh, umm, b-b-but if, ahem, if you could, um, answer me one m-m-more thing, um, M-m-ma'am, uh-"

Lang was feeling Franziska heat up. He began to sweat a little, despite the air conditioning. He then brought a hand in to inspect Franziska's underwear. It was getting moist. He moved his other hand to firmly hug around Franziska's hips, locking her in place. Using his thumb, he started to massage the wet spot on her underwear. He moved it along the vertical slit formed by her labia. He would fiddle with her clitoris when he felt it. Franziska was giving it her all to hold back the moans piling up at the back of her throat. The bailiff continued to explain himself.

"*sigh* S-stop it."

Her voice, barely a whisper, was pleading to Lang. He continued to tease her. He pulled aside her now wet underwear and exposed herself to him. She was really wet. He stroked her labia again but more deliberately, pausing at her clitoris to press at it and rub it. Her loins were on fire. In response, she clenched her whip. The bailiff, however, was baffled.

"Uh, I-I'm sorry? Am I d-did I say something wrong, M-ma'am? (Please don't hit me!)"

While the bailiff cowered with his face in his hands and waited for the sharp crack, Franziska couldn't hold it any longer. She let out a moan but for the sake of the bailiff in front of her, she made it sound like an aggravated sigh. At least, that's what she intended.

"I said 'Stop it!'-Nnnnnngaaaaahh!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! W-wha?"

The bailiff looked up from his hands and saw Franziska's face was more flushed than before. Some beads of sweat were forming at the sides of her face. Suddenly, she curled over and supported herself on her desk with her arms. Lang was simply playing with her clitoris now, moistened with her own fluids, he was rubbing it and pressing it repeatedly. The bailiff saw she was breathing short breaths and looked really ill. He felt obligated to approach her and see how she was doing but he was still afraid of her whip. He dared to ask again.

"M-m-ms. von Karma? A-are you, um, okay?"

Franziska's head was having difficulty suppressing the waves of pleasure coming from Shi-Long Lang's teasing. He felt her arousal and it fed his own. But he sensed that the bailiff had not been sent away yet. He decided to remove his thumb for a moment, and Franziska caught herself. She was in a limbo of excitement but she wasn't quite there yet.

"*pant* I'm fine, bailiff. Just a headache is all, don't worry. I request that you leave my office immediately."

The poor bailiff was taken aback. Franziska was still sweating, panting and appeared flushed so the bailiff was concerned but one look at how she clenched her whip tightly and he made up his mind.

"I'll, uh, take my leave then, M-m-ma'am. Oh! Uh, um, you never d-d-did answer m-m-my question, uhh, that is if-"

That breather from Lang helped her regain some composure. At least, it was enough to have her bark out one more order. That bailiff was finding it extremely difficult to locate the door, in her opinion.

"Will you say what it is already? This is the third time I have asked you to leave."

With every third word, she let her whip fly at the hapless bailiff.

"Yes-OW!- I mean, uhh- OW!- The office is asking-OW!-"

Lang, still holding Franziska close to him, patiently waited for the bailiff to finish, even though he was very eager to get back to working on Franziska. It was high time this bailiff got out of here. To remind Franziska to speed it up, he breathed warm air upon her parts bared to him.

"OW!-if you w-w-would w-w-work overtime-OW!- on a case for next m-m-month-OW!"

Finally, this foolish bailiff had finished speaking. Franziska already knew her answer. Lang heard his question and, just to push Franziska in the right direction, he kissed her. He put small fast kisses over her labia and sucking a bit on her clitoris. Her legs, unknown to her, spread out as if inviting him to continue. Lang held back. If sis wanted more, she knew what to do.

"*yip* I-*sigh*"

By now, the bailiff was confused by Ms. von Karma's reactions. Was she in pain? Was she sick? He didn't really know. But he knew one thing and that her whip scared him to death. He nervously waited for her answer, never moving an inch from his spot.

"*sigh* I-"

Lang was urging her to hurry up, teasing her relentlessly by flicking the tip of his tongue on her clitoris.

"Nnnnnng-I won't be, bailiff."

Just a little more, he urged her. Get rid of him. Accept my offer. He focused on her clitoris, tracing circles around it with his tongue. A little more, sis, just a little more.

"Nnnnnggggh-because-*yip*-I-*yip*-was called away for-*sigh*-international work."

The bailiff was surprised to hear this. As if Franziska said the magic words, Lang tasted her more thoroughly. He slid his tongue into her, slowly sliding over her labia and her clitoris. She was already wet and hot, and he was just making it more slippery and steamy. Both his hands he placed under Franziska's skirt again and once more firmly held her hips in place as he fed his hunger. He squeezed her buttocks; she jolted and sat upright, exposing more of herself to him. He feasted to his hunger's content. His pants were getting way too tight now.

"I'll *sigh* prepare a memo to the high prosecutor's office *sighhhhhhhh* explaining my absence."

Her eyes were starting to close and her breathing became sharper and quicker. Lang noticed her hips were beginning to restrain themselves from undulating. He continued to lap her up, his tongue sliding in and out, all around and across her.

"O-o-okay, M-ma'am. Is there a-a-anything else I can-"

"GO!"

The bailiff shot straight out of the room and even remembered to lock the door behind him. He ran straight down the hallway and on the way to his own station. Meanwhile, Franziska finally let out the moan she had been holding back and with it, her floodgates too.

She let it all out, gasping and moaning without end. She tilted her head back. No one else except Shi-Long Lang was around to hear her. Lang didn't stop. He parted her legs more and worked deeper on her. Franziska arched her back in response. She exposed herself to him even more. Lang snaked a hand out of her skirt to fondle her left breast. He teased her nipple while lapping up her wetness with that fast, thick tongue of his. He batted her clitoris, swirled it and fiddled with it. Franziska closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. She put a hand on his head, urging him to help her climax. He eagerly obliged.

"Nngggghhh...Lang….."

The way she said his name, it was too much for him. He had to finish her. Her excitement was his. He stopped for a moment to push Franziska's chair away from her desk. Franziska opened her eyes slightly, wondering at the loss of a hot touch on her skin. As she was about to ask what was going on, Lang just gave her a smirk, knelt down in front of her and resumed working on her. She closed her eyes once again. Her body was arching and undulating. She was gasping and whimpering and moaning and sighing. Lang had to keep her steady as he swirled his tongue in her. The waves came crashing about as Franziska neared her peak.

Then, Lang got up. Franziska was almost disappointed when she looked up at him. He looked her flushed face, beads of sweat formed around her. She was panting heavily. He wasn't finished with her yet. He lifted her up from her hips and put her on her desk. Then he stared at her. She started to get impatient so she put her arms around his neck and attempted to pull him in for a kiss. She put on her most needy face but Lang just chuckled and gave her a chaste kiss.

"Just a little bit more, sis. Patience."

While keeping his eyes locked on hers, he slowly unbuttoned her vest and then her blouse. Franziska could only watch every agonizing second that passed that Lang wasn't making her hot. She frowned. Lang answered her with another chuckle as he proceeded to untie her cravat.

When he was done, Lang let his forehead touch Franziska's. He started to kiss her, deepening it every time their lips touched. Then his tongue tickled her top lip, asking for entry, Franziska parted her lips to let him in. Her grip around his neck suddenly grew firm. Meanwhile, Lang's hands were beginning to wander. First, he held her at her waist. Then his left hand made its way to her exposed breast. He massaged her, moving her breast in a circular motion. Franziska let out a small shriek, surprised when he began to press her there. His right hand then snaked its way to her exposed self. Using two fingers, he started massaging her labia again where his tongue had left off. After a brief feel of her wetness, he took them out and licked them in front of her. He slowly brought them down again and began asking for entryby teasing at her opening. He looked into her eyes, waiting for her consent. Franziska nodded slightly. He saw it and then proceeded to kiss deeply on the mouth again.

He then inserted his fingers into her. Franziska let out a desperate gasp in their kiss. She closed her eyes and left everything to her sense of touch. With every insertion, he gradually pushed his fingers deeper and deeper, and he was doing so faster and faster. Franziska was responding by arching her back, trembling, moving her hips and gasping more. She was definitely reaching her peak.

Aroused by her noise, Lang moved from their tongue-sliding kiss to kissing her neck. She was on fire. His lips felt the heat radiate from her skin. He was bringing her to climax. Franziska could only hold on to Lang.

"Nnnngggghhh…. Ahhhh….Ahhhhhhh…."

Neither of them showed any signs of wanting to stop. Franziska was receiving his touch and Lang was taking her to her peak.

"….Ahhhhh….Laaaaaangggg…"

He could hear her whimpers slowly melt into sighs. Oh gosh, his name! She was getting close. They were getting close.

"…..Laaaaaaaanggggg…Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..LAAAAAAAA AAAANG!"

It was like a bolt of lightning went through her body, momentarily blinding her senses in an orgasmic high. After that, the soreness came in. Exhausted and sweaty, Franziska did the most imperfect slump and leaned into Lang for support. When she could open her eyes, she shot a mean stare at the foolish buffoon that caused all this. As for Agent Lang, he merely looked at her. He rested both hands on the desk at either side of her and leaned forward, trapping her with his gaze and his signature half-smile. Flushed as she was, Lang could tell she was blushing because of his proximity.

"Did you mean what do you said, sis?"

"I'll *pant* get my things ready *pant* three days from now."

He dipped his head to give her a small kiss on her forehead. Franziska was taken by surprise. Because of earlier, she couldn't manage to lift her whip-wielding hand. She just stared at him. And he smiled right back.

"I'll see you next week, then. I'll take care of the ride."

As he was going out the door, he added, with a sultry smile on his face,

"I'll get you there, don't worry."