A/N: So, new chapters may be coming quickly for this story since there are only supposed to be two chapters left. This one is just your basic sex. No marriage, birthdays, nothing. Just sex. Actually the very kinky OFFICE sex...

Thanks to TheDreamChaser, Gingerstorm101, and morphious444 for reviewing.

TheDreamChaser: since there is most obviously a communication issue going on here, I did say yes, like four times (stupid fanfics and their slow messages) and how I would love to. Hopefully, you know what I'm talking about… And hopefully, you'll actually read this. PM me if you actually do read this about the alternative messaging thing.

Disclaimer: I don't freaking own it. Does everyone understand?

Chapter 4

Valentine's Day was most definitely a romantic day. So why exactly did Rachel Roth and Richard Grayson having so much trouble with it?

Rachel and Richard were currently planning their wedding, as they have been since Richard had proposed. Today was the one day that Rachel didn't want Richard to actually go to work. She had already planned something for the two of them, so it came as a shock when he turned her down for his job. Bruce Wayne obviously had a little thing for Rachel, which definitely contributed to the fact that Richard was away from Rachel today, working.

Richard was sitting in the office chair, waiting for his secretary to come in and give him the file on the Ganderson case. Wayne Industries was supposed to involve weaponry for them, and Richard just wanted to escape home to his fiancé. Rachel had called four times already, waiting for him. The former Boy Wonder was supposed to be home two hours ago, and he knew about Rachel's plans for the two of them.

"Mr. Grayson…" purred his flirty secretary, Tess. "Here are the files you wanted on the Ganderson case?"

"Thank you, Tess…" Richard was beginning to become annoyed with Tess's obvious flirting with him. If Rachel ever found out…

"Do you need anything else?" Of course she decides to lean down over his desk, her boobs practically popping out of her shirt.

"No, thank you, Tess."

"You're sure…?"

"Yes, thank you. My fiancé hasn't called any more times, has she?" Tess straightened back up and looked around the room nervously. Her eyes met his once again and she simply stated, "No, she hasn't." She walked back towards her desk, her seduction plans obviously thwarted. Richard smirked to himself as his cell phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Richard… Where the fuck are you now?"

"Hey, Rachel…"

"I ask again. Where the fuck are you right now?" Rachel was asking this way too calmly…

"I'm still at the office-"

"Well get your fucking ass to this apartment right now, or I swear to Azar that I will personally drag it back here. And you know how I get when I'm angry."

Richard grimaced. "Give me fifteen more minutes and I'll be leaving."

"That's what now? Two hours and fifteen freaking minutes?"

"Rae…"

"Don't you DARE 'Rae' me. Just get your fucking ass HOME." Richard hung up the phone and sighed. He was getting ready to go tell Bruce that he was leaving in the next five minutes, since his fiancé was beyond pissed at him.

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After his 30 minute discussion with Bruce about his responsibility to the company, and how he needs to focus on more important things when working, Richard wandered back up to his office and found the door unlocked. It was strange, considering Tess had left her area, which is when she locks his office for him.

Richard reached for the light shift in a defensive position, ready for an attack. The lights flashed on as he felt someone's hair lightly brush over his lips and chin. He finally got a good look at who it was: Rachel.

"So what took you so long, Boy Wonder?"

Richard cleared his throat. "You know its Nightwing."

"Is it?" Richard cocked his head slightly, going over the hidden message in his head.

He finally got a good look at what Rachel was wearing when he came up with nothing. A trench coat covered up everything, except her shoes, which looked about 4 inches high. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"What was supposed to be your Valentine's gift?" She set her hard glare on him, and he was ready to cower in fear of all the threats she held in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, okay? Bruce has been really strict and up my ass all day because of this stupid case."

"Whatever. We didn't even get to properly celebrate Valentine's Day. As in, the first time we actually celebrated it?"

"We've celebrated it before… haven't we?"

"No. Any other times were when you decided we should go on patrol before anyone celebrates, and we would always happen to find something. And we would have to take care of it. It's the first year where I actually sort of cared about it, and you blew me off for some case!"

"Rae… There's no reason we could do some celebrating here, right? I mean, you're here…I'm here…" Rachel rolled her eyes and was about to respond when the phone outside his office rang. Richard growled, obviously irritated. Rachel walked out of his office and picked up the phone. "Wayne Industries, Rachel Roth speaking."

Richard followed her out and watched her answer the phone. He wandered over behind her and began to untie the sash holding the trench coat together. He slowly took of the coat and let it fall to the floor. His eyes took in her outfit inch by slow inch.

Rachel was wearing a nipple-less black lace bra, a garter belt, and thigh highs. No underwear. Richard could not believe she actually went out like that.

"Yes, of course, sir… of course…I'll be sure to tell him…No, thank you…okay…Have a nice evening." Rachel hung up as Richard slowly began to kiss her neck and allowed his hand to creep up the side of her thigh. By the time his hand reached its destination, his lips had collided with hers. His fingers were slowly and delicately rubbing her outer lips and coaxed a moan out of her. His lips traveled back down her neck and she softly put her hand on his chest.

"We should…go somewhere more…private…" Richard took his hand out of her and led her inside his office. Richard locked the door as Rachel quickly shucked his pants down. By the time they were near his desk, the only clothes he had on were his boxer-briefs. Rachel had somehow acquired his tie in the middle of everything and was left with nothing else.

Richard took his arm and swiped it across the top of his desk, knocking everything on before onto the ground. He carefully placed his fiancé on top and began to play with her nipples. He slowly licked one and savored her moan as he blew on it. He repeated the same to the other and finally began to suck on it. As he did this, Rachel reached down and grabbed his cock. She began stroking him as he played with her sensitive nipples. Her grip on him tightened to a point where it was almost painful for him not to come. Her hand stopped at the head of his member and she began to rub it back and forth, slowly at first, but gradually increasing speed. Richard was about to come in her hand when she suddenly pulled away.

Richard ducked his head between her legs to begin 'returning the favor.' His tongue traced her slit when she began pushing his head deeper into her. The pink muscle finally entered her and he felt the wetness that was already seeping out of her. He heard her moan as his tongue delved deeper into her and barely reached her G-spot. Her back arched off the desk and her lips were caught on the moan inside her throat. He pushed two fingers into her and began pushing for her spot. After about four strokes, her essence poured out into his mouth. He lapped it all up, including the cum off of her thighs.

He stood up onto his feet and licked her ear before grasping her thighs and hoisting her onto him. He groaned at how tight she already was, regardless of her orgasm two minutes before. He slowly pulled all the way out before almost violently thrusting back in. He repeated this process slowly, drawing cries out of both of them. She was urging him faster, and he felt he owed her that…

Richard was thrusting in and out of her, hitting her G-spot every time, when she finally began to lift her hips to meet him. When their hips crashed onto another the fourth time, Rachel's vision was covered in a white blindness as she felt her orgasm wash over her. Richard felt her clench around him, and he thrusted wildly two…three more times before he released his seed into her. The room was filled with their names and other profanities when Bruce Wayne walked in… (1)

Bruce's eyes opened and then quickly shut closed. "Richard!"

The object of his horrification looked over towards him and quickly began blushing. He took himself out of Rachel before standing up and grabbing his boxer briefs. He quickly pulled them on as he followed Bruce out of his office. He shut the door behind him, giving Rachel the privacy she needed to get dressed and resituate herself again.

"What the hell are you doing on that desk?"

"I was celebrating Valentine's Day with my fiancé, considering my jerk of a boss wouldn't let me go home yet."

Bruce sighed, exasperated, and ran a hand over his face. "Just make sure you burn that desk when you clean up. And I'll find a new one for you to use." Bruce was shaking his head as he walked away.

Richard looked at his retreating form, shocked at his reaction. Rachel came out of the office, as dressed as she could be compared to what she was wearing before. "Did I get you into trouble?"

"Surprisingly…no." Rachel gave him a small smile and embraced him.

They stood there for a couple of minutes, holding each other, before they finally began to get ready to leave. Richard made a mental note to give Bruce some sort of thank you present, because he knew Bruce would never look at the two in the same way again.

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A/N: R&R. One more chapter afterwards. I'm going to have six actually, but the sixth is going to be thank yous and stuff. Reviews are the loves of my life…

(1)You have no idea how tempted I was to stop there.

~klrob