A/N: This is my first Hour fic so I apologize now if I've got things a little wrong. Hopefully I haven't and everybody enjoys! Huge thank you to ladymarmaalade and Margaux for proof reading for me.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hour or any of the characters.
Bel sat with both elbows on her desk, her forehead cradled in her left hand and a cigarette burning down in her right. The smoke curled around her head and she inhaled deeply. A knock at the door brought her back down to earth. When she looked up, she was greeted by a whiskey bottle being waved through the slightly open door. The bottle was followed by Lix, her blouse and slacks still pressed perfectly and her hair undamaged by the strain of the day. She leant against the door frame, still clutching her bottle and two cut crystal glasses. Bel sighed and smiled up at the foreign correspondent, beckoning her to come in and shut the door behind her.
"Darling, you look positively threadbare." Lix sighed, before setting the glasses on the desk and unscrewing the cap on her bottle.
As she poured, Bel gestured for her to keep going, still unable to speak for fear of saying something incriminating.
"Steady on, darling" Lix chuckled.
They drank in silence while Bel collected herself. Resting her cheek on one hand, She sighed.
"The press are having a field day over Hector. I feel like I'm coming apart at the seams." Bel confided. She sipped her whiskey and took a long drag on her cigarette before offering it to Lix to do the same.
"You've done everything you can, sweetie. It really is just a waiting game now. Hector's a big boy and he will be fine, I promise you."
Bel smiled appreciatively and reached to take her cigarette back from Lix who was now perched on the edge of her desk, her long legs crossed elegantly. Bel couldn't help but rake her gaze up from Lix's shining shoes, over her knees and up to meet her eyes. Lix stood and walked around to Bel, grazing her finger tips along the top of the desk as she went. The shorter woman was there to melt into her arms as she reached the chair.
Bel rested her head on Lix's shoulder, taking a moment to savour the smell of cigarette smoke mingled with a faint whisper of alcohol and sweet perfume. Lix pushed her backwards gently and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, stroking her shoulders.
"No, Lix. We said we wouldn't do this here." Bel objected half-heartedly. Her self-restraint was non-existent and she found herself leaning in to meet Lix's parted lips.
Their kiss deepened and Lix's hands snaked around Bel's waist, pulling the blonde into her hips. She spun her around and sat down on the edge of the desk, parting her legs and allowing Bel to stand between them. Bel's hands drifted down to Lix's waist and she began to untuck the satin blouse carefully, slipping her hands underneath to feel the familiar smooth skin. Lix pulled Bel closer by the hips, pressing her thigh against her centre. Bel let out a small moan, only serving to encourage Lix.
Bel's hands ghosted up Lix's body, her fingertips barely touching her skin until she reached her breasts. Taking them in her hands, she ran her thumbs over hardened nipples and pressed down, drawing a gasp from Lix. Lix's hands moved lower, lifting Bel, encouraging her to climb onto the desk and kneel over her.
"Did you lock the door?" Bel breathed.
"Of course, darling" Came Lix's response, accompanied by a playful squeeze to her thighs. Lix's thumbs pressed down agonizingly close to Bel's centre. She gasped and pulled one hand from beneath Lix's blouse, taking her hand and using it to push her skirt up. Bel's other hand continued to squeeze Lix's breast through her satin bra. She kept hold of Lix's hand and pushed it into her underwear before breaking their kiss.
"Please, Lix." She panted.
Lix smiled and nodded, slipping her hand further into her pants. She gasped with Bel as she ran her long fingers through a pool of wetness.
"Oh god. Don't tease." Bel begged. Lix responded by pushing a finger inside her and rubbing over her clit with her thumb. Bel rocked against Lix's hand, desperate to create as much contact as possible.
Lix moaned into her neck, kissing along her collar bone. Her left hand cradling Bel's back, she kept a steady rhythm, occasionally drawing her finger out and rubbing circles around her clit. Each time, causing Bel to grind harder against Lix's hand and roll her shoulders back, pushing herself into Lix's body. Lix upped her pace, pressing harder and moving her own hips in time with her hand until Bel finally came undone. Warmth spread across Lix's hand and a low chuckle escaped her throat.
"Do you feel better now, darling?" She whispered.
"Much. Better." Bel panted. She rested her forehead against Lix's and closed her eyes. Lix still stroked along her, drawing Bel's orgasm out and holding her as each aftershock caused her to tense up again.
Finally, as she withdrew her hand from Bel's underwear, Lix took her hand from the smaller woman's back and pushed her hair from her face. Gently she traced along her features and kissed her nose.
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