A/N:

Here's a short little o/s that was inspired by The I.T. Crowd, Tumblr, and this picture: http:/i55(DOT)tinypic(DOT)com/30rv440(DOT)png

This is dedicated to my Petrie, ARedheadThing, who had a crappy day and needed fluff.

Please check out my brain mate makesmyheadspin's new story To Serve And Protect, which she will be posting at the same time as this. You can find it under her profile if you don't have her on author alert, which you should! Or under my profile, under my favorites after she posts :)

The I.T. Girl

"Did you try turning it off, then back on?" I asked. "Okay, try that, then call me back if the problem persists."

The stupidity of some of the people who worked in this office building astounded me. They only kept one I.T. person, me, so I was the one who had to deal with it all. The lack of basic computer knowledge some of them had downright scared me.

Luckily I got to spend my day in a very, very tiny "office." It was just big enough for one person to sit, and maybe one to stand, if they were lucky. But I had my computer, and a desk with enough space for my books and my personal computer, and I also had a lot of shelves.

Shelves make me happy.

When five minutes passed and the employee didn't call me back, I turned back to my personal computer and opened tumblr again. I could easily waste an entire day on that site. I was only scrolling for about ten minutes when my phone rang again.

"I.T.," I answered.

"Hey, it's Eric Northman. My computer is doing something funky, can you come check it out?"

"Oh sure. I'll be up in just a few," I said, then hung up and frantically searched for my mirror.

Eric Northman was an executive, he was the most handsome man I'd ever laid eyes on, and he was also the only person in the building who never had to hear the words, "Did you try turning it off, then back on?" I was more than happy to check out his computer in person.

I got to dress rather casually, so I always felt so out of place when I went up to the offices and had to wait for his secretary, Selah, to let him know I was there. Selah was a bitch. She had a thing for Eric too, just like everyone else, but she was the only one who let the claws out over it. For all I knew the two of them were getting it on in his office on a daily basis. What a waste, if that were true.

When I was finally given permission to go in I plastered on my smile and stepped into his office with a shy, "What seems to be the problem?"

"Hey Doc," he smiled back. He called me Doc, like "computer doctor," which I thought was adorable. "It's firing up, but the monitor doesn't seem to be working. I tried turning it off and on, and it's plugged in so I don't know what the problem is."

"Let's check it out," I said, and knelt on the floor in front of the back of his computer. I spotted the problem right away. The monitor was unplugged from the tower. "How in the world did this come off? It's screwed in."

"Oh," he said. "I don't know. Maybe the cleaning guy is playing a prank on me or something."

"Nice prank," I laughed, and connected the cable again. "Now does it work?"

"Nope, still black."

I got up and walked around to his side of the desk. He wheeled to the side in his chair so I could check it out. I hit the power button, and it popped back on.

"There you go," I smiled. "Need anything else?"

"Are you that anxious to get back to that closet of yours?" he asked.

"Hey, I like that closet. It's a million times better than this giant office."

"If you say so," he smiled. "Are you coming to the Christmas party next week?"

"I don't know. It's not like I really know many people. Lafayette's the only one I get along with. All these secretaries and office workers are kind of bitchy. Just not my thing."

"You should come," he said, but it felt like I was back in high school, and the one nice popular kid was just telling me to go so I'd feel wanted. "I'd be happy to see you there."

"You don't have to be nice to me just because I sit in a closet all day," I said, and took off before he could respond.

Laff cut me off before I could get back to my office. He was the head receptionist, and my sole friend in a ten-story building.

"Where'd you go off to?" he asked.

"I'm I.T. I fix computers. If I was out of my office, chances are I was fixing a computer," I snipped.

"Oooh, feisty! Who's got your panties in a twist?"

I sighed and flipped him the bird before heading back to my office. He'd get it out of me at lunch, and he knew it.

"Okay, spill," he said as soon as we sat down at our favorite little bistro for lunch.

"It was Eric," I said, and Laff waved his hand for me to stop.

"Say no more sweetie. We've all got it bad for that fine piece of ass. Did he upset you or something?"

"He told me I should come to the Christmas party."

"And that's a bad thing because…"

"Because he was probably just saying it because he feels sorry for me. He'll probably spend the damn thing getting drunk and letting his secretary take advantage of him."

"Oh hush. Are you kidding me? Secretaries and office gossips talk, a lot. Miss whore Selah is lucky she's not been fired yet. Someone overheard Eric reprimanding her for coming onto him. Apparently he told her it had happened too many times already, and if it happened once more she was getting a foot in the ass."

"Really?"

"MmmHmm. Seems Mr. Northman is more than just a pretty face and a nice cock."

"Lafayette!"

"What? Men do use the bathroom together. He's packing some heat in those fine-fitting pants of his."

"Oh my god, shut up right now," I said, hiding my blushing face behind my menu.

I did not want to think about Eric's penis. Well, I did, but you know what I mean. It led to other thoughts, the kind that got me through those last few hours of the day.

"Whatever, you and I are going shopping this weekend and finding you a sexy dress to wear to that Christmas party. And then we're getting you a mani/pedi, then a wax, cause Jesus knows what's going on down there."

I glared at him, and he got the hint to shut up, but not before one last, "I'm serious, we're doing it, and you are going to get some after that party."

Lafayette kept his promises, and come Saturday he was dragging me out of bed and into a spa. I got the works. A massage, nearly all my body hair waxed off, a facial, a manicure, and a pedicure. Sad as I was to admit it, I did feel better after we left.

Then we went to the mall to search for a dress and a pair of dress shoes, since all I owned were my chucks. We spent hours looking for the perfect dress, but when we found it I was sure it was worth it. It was a black dress with thin straps and lace on top. I looked wonderful in it, though I was extremely nervous about wearing something that revealed so much skin. I was more a jeans and hoodie kind of girl.

After getting the heels to go with it, I resolved to bring my chucks along anyway, cause there was no way I was lasting in those heels all night. I managed to avoid seeing Eric again before the party, which really wasn't hard considering we only saw each other if he was having a computer problem.

Friday rolled around, and I started to chicken out, but Laff dragged my ass into my bathroom and did my hair and make-up. I looked and felt like a different person, and I wasn't so sure I liked it. But he was right, I really did need to get laid. My one and only was with a guy in college, Stan. The ultimate I.T. nerd. He was great for a first, and we dated for a while, but it didn't last.

"You are going to shock everyone," Laff said as he took in the final product.

"No, I'm going to break my ankle. I can't do heels."

"Too damn bad, because if you disgrace that dress by putting on those ugly ass chucks I'll pull some of that fabulous hair right out of your head."

I rolled my eyes, and grabbed his arm for balance as we left my building. The party was just getting going when we got there, and a lot of people were staring at me. A lot. They were either shocked at my transformation, or they had no damn clue who I was. I would bet on the latter.

I did my best to walk around in the heels without falling on my ass or looking funny, but I'm not too sure how well I succeeded. About an hour into the party, I finally spotted Eric. He was, of course, standing in a group of women; the one closest to him was Selah.

Eric looked fucking amazing. He was wearing a suit, a bit nicer than the ones he wore daily, but no tie… and the top couple of buttons were undone. I knew I was a pretty girl when I wanted to be, and I knew that he and I would look fucking hot together, but I completely lacked the confidence to take what I wanted. So instead, I grabbed another soda and continued to pretend I hadn't seen him.

Then he saw me.

I had spared one last glance at him before I was about to go off and find Laff, and found Eric staring right at me. I think it took him a second to realize it was me, and then he smiled. I stood there nervously as I watched him excuse himself from the group he was in, and walk right up to me.

"Doc," he said. "Glad you decided to come."

"Blame Lafayette. I think he wanted to make me his personal Barbie for a night."

"I'll have to buy him a big gift for Christmas then," he smiled. "Can I get you a drink?"

"No thanks," I said, holding up my soda. "I don't drink alcohol, especially not at a company party."

"You're smarter than me then," he replied, holding up his beer. "I can't stand ninety-eight percent of these people."

"That's pretty specific. Which ones do you actually like?"

"The mail guys," he chuckled. "And the I.T. department."

"The whole department?" I asked, slightly blushing.

"The whole department," he nodded.

"I.T. is a very lucky department then," I smiled. Was I flirting? I think I was.

Just before Eric was about to respond, some other exec came up and said he needed him for a moment.

"Excuse me, Doc. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

I just nodded and watched him take off. The next thing I knew there was a woman with too much makeup on all up in my face.

"Selah," I said as I took a step back.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she whispered harshly.

"Standing here?"

"Eric is off limits, and dressing like a whore isn't going to just win him over."

"If he's off limits, he obviously doesn't know it. And you'd know a lot about not winning him over by dressing like a whore, wouldn't you?" I asked, gesturing to her dress, which looked more like something to be worn by a street hooker. Sadly, that was how she dressed most days.

"You little-"

"Oh shut up, Selah," I said, cutting her off, and walking away. Well, attempting to walk away. It probably came off more like a waddle. I made my way to the nearest chair, sat down, took off those stupid heels, and then I made my way to my office for my chucks.

I got the comfortable shoes on and tossed the heels into the corner under my desk. Laff could just deal with it. I heard the party down the hall and thought about heading back, but I was just happier by myself. Eric was a great guy, but flirting with him wasn't worth dealing with Selah and her bitchiness.

"I should have known you'd come here," a voice said behind me, causing me to jump and turn around quickly.

"Eric! You scared me."

"Sorry. I saw Selah being a bitch to you. I fired her."

"You didn't have to do that," I said, but inside I was jumping up and down hoping he'd hire a grandmother for his next secretary.

"Believe me, I did. She's had it coming. I'm sorry she did that to you."

"I can deal with bitches like Selah. I've been doing it for a long time."

"Why don't you come back to the party? They just started playing music, and I'd love to dance with you," he smiled, and offered me his hand.

"You're not going to ditch me again, are you?" I asked with a smile so he would know I was joking.

"No more work, I promise."

"Okay then," I said, and took his hand.

"You're shorter," he observed as we walked back to the party.

"Yeah, I don't do heels. But my chucks match this dress so I don't really care."

"You still look great."

"Thank you," I blushed.

When we got back a slow song was playing, and Eric immediately pulled me onto the dance floor.

"Dance with me, Doc," he said as he pulled me against his body.

"If you insist," I smiled.

We danced, and danced, and didn't stop until we were both dying of thirst. Eric left me sitting at a table while he got us drinks, and I was quickly joined by Lafayette.

"Before you even start in about the shoes-"

"Bitch, I don't care about the shoes, you have been dancing hip to hip with Eric Northman for an hour!"

"Oh, well… okay?"

"Get some tonight, or forever disappoint me," he said, then took off just as Eric sat down on my other side. He'd brought me a soda.

"Lafayette okay? He looked a little flustered," Eric said.

"He'll be fine. He was just freaking out about my shoes."

"Oh good. He's funny, but a little strange. I think he was checking out my business in the bathroom once," he chuckled.

"Ohhh I'm sure he was," I laughed.

We took a breather and got hydrated again, then I pulled Eric back onto the dance floor. I hadn't realized how much I loved dancing.

"Do you want to get out of here? Go get a late dinner somewhere?" Eric asked during a slow song.

"I would love to," I said. "I need to grab those heels from my office first though."

"Okay," he smiled down at me, heat in his eyes, then kissed the back of my hand.

Goodbye panties!

I rushed off to my office quickly, and checked my makeup in my mirror before crawling under my desk to get my heels. Just as I grabbed them I heard a man clear his throat behind me. That was when I realized that I was in a dress. A short dress. And I was on my hands and knees.

I thanked Jesus Bale I was wearing actual panties rather than the thong Laff wanted me to wear. Fuck that.

Slowly, I backed out and stood up to face a very amused-looking Eric. Amused, and horny, if the bulge in his pants was telling me anything. Oy with the poodles already.

"Lovely underwear you have on, Doc," he said, smirking at me and my blush.

"You're just glad you were lucky enough to see them," I retorted.

"I am."

We stared at each other for a moment, and then my own personal fantasies overwhelmed me. Eric and I were in a very small space, I felt beautiful, and he looked amazing. He'd just seen my underwear. Why the fuck not? Before I gave myself too much time to think about it, I grabbed his suit jacket and yanked him down so I could kiss the lips I'd daydreamed about for so long.

My dreams certainly hadn't lived up to the real thing. He was a fantastic kisser, and used every part of his body for it. Lips on mine, hands feeling the length of my body, the length of his body pressing against mine rhythmically. I was lifted onto my desk at the same time as I heard the door slam shut.

"Jesus Bale," I muttered when his lips left mine for a moment.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Nothing, just kiss me," I giggled, and connected our lips again.

He got right back into it, and so did I. My legs wrapped around his waist, and pulled him in tighter. The next thing I knew I was unbuttoning his shirt, and going for the pants when his hands stilled mine.

"I want to, but I don't have any condoms," he panted.

"Fuck!" I groaned, and dropped my hands to the desk, then looked down out of embarrassment. That's when I spotted something that hadn't been there before. A box of magnums with a post-it on them.

"What the hell," I said as I picked it up. I read the note out loud, "If you don't use these, save them for me, cause if he doesn't fuck you he's definitely gay. Love, Lafayette."

"So he really was checking out my junk in the bathroom," he said, smiling as he took the box from me and opened it.

"Seems so. Are you sure you want to do this?"

He extracted a condom, and tossed the box back onto the desk. Then he took my face in his hands and kissed me gently.

"I've been daydreaming about this since I first laid eyes on you. Only in my dreams we were in my office, which is slightly less cramped, but we'll just have to make do."

That was so much better than I ever expected. I kissed him hard, and my hands got busy with his belt again. This time I wasn't stopped, and I had him in my hands in no time. Lafayette was very, very right with his condom choice.

Eric's hands got busy as I stroked, and soon enough my panties were ripped from my body, and his fingers were making themselves familiar with me. He slid two of his long fingers inside me and pumped them in and out, preparing me for himself.

When we both couldn't wait any longer, Eric grabbed the condom and handed it to me. I ripped the package open and quickly rolled it onto his cock. The next thing I knew, he was lined right up with me and slowly pushing inside.

"Sookie," he groaned into my neck, and I smiled. It was the first time I'd actually heard him call me by my name. Frankly, I was relieved he knew it.

I used my legs to pull him in tighter, and kissed his lips hard. He was huge, and it took a lot of deep breathing to get comfortable, but Eric was an excellent lover. He waited until I rolled my hips against him to start thrusting, and after that we were just a mass of limbs, panting, moaning, and groaning our way to a spectacular finish.

At some point I realized Eric was probably in an uncomfortable position with the way he was hunched, so I reached up and gripped the shelves, using them as leverage to lift myself to his height. A very sexy groan came from deep in his chest as he stood up straight and gripped my hips with his large hands.

He began pumping hard and fast, his eyes trained on where we were connected, which was hot as fuck. I felt the pressure build low in my stomach, and began to moan louder, all thoughts of the party left miles behind in my brain.

"Eric," I panted. "So close…"

He took the hint, and used his hand on me since mine were occupied. His fingers were magic.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop," I moaned. "Oh god!"

My hips moved faster and faster, and with just a bit more pressure from Eric's fingers I was gone. My eyes squeezed shut, light burst behind my eyes, and my entire body seized, right down to my toes curling in my chucks.

A moment later I felt Eric's body stiffen, and heard him let out what came close to a growl as he had his own release. My ass dropped back down to the desk, and Eric half collapsed on me, his face buried in my neck. He kissed my collarbone and neck between pants, and then slowly pulled out. I was able to get my wits about me long enough to pass him my box of tissues so he could dispose of the condom and clean himself up.

I stood up and straightened out my dress, then stuffed my ripped panties into a desk drawer so I could dispose of them properly on Monday. After Eric tucked himself back into his pants, he gently cupped my face in his hands and kissed me.

"You are the most amazing women I've ever met," he said with a very sweet smile. "You still up for dinner? Because you just made me even more hungry than I was."

I smiled broadly at him and nodded.

"Yes, I think we just worked up quite the appetite."

"Great," he said, and took my hand. "And I fully expect you to explain this Jesus Bale thing over burgers and milkshakes."

When he said that, I think I fell in love. I just laughed and walked with him out the building, hand in hand, my heels long forgotten, but the remaining condoms stuffed in my bra.

I'm practical, what can I say?

xxENDxx