Title: Lunch Break
Prompt 2. Let's have a Quickie.
Characters: Jill X Parker
Slender long fingers clacked away at the keyboard with a slowed rhythmic speed. That of a knowing hand that wasn't developed for a keyboard, but rather a trigger. With a sigh, and a glance toward the glittering light, reflecting from the window, off the glass of a picture which was placed upon the corner of her desk, Jill couldn't help her smile. Fingers stopped their ongoing patter, taking a break from the ongoing filing of the last several days of investigative reports concerning the B.S.A.A. The glare upon the frame made it hard to forget that she hadn't seen her close friend in such a very long time, the photo an old one recovered from the long ago formation of S.T.A.R.S.
"Boo!" The strangely thick accent, and large hands of a man absent in the photo popped up from behind, Jill leaping from her seat a few inches as those hands wrapped about her eyes. "Such a busy little bee." A laugh form Jill, and the hands were removed, swatting Parker in the arm as he leaned down, their lips meeting briefly as the slide away keyboard was nudged under the desk. "I had a few minutes to myself, and I was getting a little bit hungry…" Calloused mitts walked their way up a bare thigh from the knee, stopping at the edge of the skirt which hugged all the right curves. "Nice piece of sausage…, shoved between two fluffy buns?" Parker grinned a lopped sided thing, as Jill's face reddened, sucking in her cheeks and lips, nibbling on the flesh. "Smothered… in a nice… creamy… sauce?" Her laugh was musical, swatting at groping hands, as they reached between her and the chair to grab hold of the round bottom that her skirt did little to hide.
"Parker!"
Squealing as she was hoisted from the desk and all her paperwork slid to the floor, plopped onto her own keyboard with the reflexive need to wrap her legs about Parker's thicker middle, scooting their bodies just close enough as her skirt was shoved up around her waist, fingers toying with the strings over her panties. "I can smell it now… Come on, Captain Valentine…, Let's have a quickie."
"I… I have a couple minutes."
"Good!" With a pluck in his step, Parker Luciani moved, Jill's legs plopping other side with an incredulous yelp; the former F.B.C. grabbing a bag beside her, holding it up victoriously as two Italian Sausage sandwiches were revealed, his heavy weight dropping down into her office chair with an undeniably Parker only grin. "Dig in!"
