A/N: This has been in the works since June 2018. My patience and determination to get it out has paid off! This is a one-shot, with the potential for an extra - later. I don't know when. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt. VERY adult situations ahead, so be warned. AU, generally no major plot, written for fun.
Oliver Davis, better known by most as Naru, sat peacefully in his office, perusing through an old case file. Something about this new case had sparked a memory, and he had to wonder if there was a connection. Perhaps there was a hint that would guide him toward the answer he sought.
His door opened suddenly, causing a furrow in his brow. A petite brunette popped into his office, humming to herself. She had a few files in her hands, shuffling through them carefully. Oliver's sharp blue eyes flicked up to watch his assistant.
She had earbuds in, listening to music no doubt, didn't bother to glance in his direction as she swung her hips in time to the beat in her ears and made her way across his office to the book shelf. The tall oak beast of a shelf held most - certainly not all - of Oliver's paranormal and psychic texts and research books. Mai was obviously looking for something, her elegant digits tip-tapping their way over titles in both English and Japanese. With Oliver's extended stay in Japan, he had picked up some Japanese-translated texts to extend his knowledge of the country's view of the paranormal.
Oliver watched Mai, his files forgotten, as she stepped back and bent at the waist to get a look at the lower shelves. Her body, no longer able to sashay to the time of the music, now wiggled in place, punctuated by a few softly sung words from her mouth. He didn't recognize the song - nor should he, since he had no interest in pop music like his peppy assistant did. Regardless, his mind wasn't focused on whatever words Mai sang. He was watching the soft sway of her hips; with complete clinical interest, he insisted to himself.
At some point during her career at SPR, she had begun dressing the part of an assistant, so her late-teen body was wrapped in a tight, mid-thigh length, gray skirt and a tucked-in loose blouse, with black heels on her feet. Oliver had said nothing about the change in wardrobe; it suited his aesthetic that his primary assistant dressed the part.
She only wore such outfits on days where they were stationed at the office, going over files, getting in touch with potential clients, or doing research. At any other time, such as when they were on a case, Mai wore her normal, casual clothing; so of course, Oliver had no reason to make comment.
The only issue, of late, in Mai's choice of apparel at the office was the distraction it may or may not be causing. Not for Oliver or Lin of course, but for the clients they had meetings with. Oliver had not missed the lingering gaze of a few male client-potentials when Mai walked across the room with the soft click of her heels to make tea, to fetch a file for Oliver or Lin, or to prop herself against the window that overlooked the street.
The skirts emphasized her late-growth changes, the thickening of her hips and thighs. The heels caused a tensing in the muscles of her legs to reveal how shapely they could be - though they were still decidedly and appropriately thin for her age. And the loose blouses - or tighter ones - seemed to underline the definite change in her upper body.
Oliver returned to the present to find Mai now stretching on her tip-toes to reach the top shelf, struggling to wrap her fingers over the top of her final, chosen text. He stilled, his dark eyes burned a path over the line of her figure, to her waist where her blouse had come untucked. Slightly tan skin that looked soft to the touch peeked out from underneath the fabric, somehow creating a gradient of dark skirt, tan skin, and white shirt.
'When did she get a tan?' he wondered passively.
He found himself standing up and quietly pacing over to his short assistant - who still struggled and no longer seemed to acknowledge the music she listened to with lip or body movement, now making light noises of exertion and frustration.
With a small bubble of amusement in his chest, he stopped directly behind Mai - mere inches between them - and reached over her head to grab the book. His fingers did not brush her skin, his body did not touch her at all, except for the tip of fingers to tip of fingers contact as he pulled the top of the book down and allowed it to slip into her hand.
Her intake of breath at his sudden proximity did not escape Oliver's attention.
And he wanted to tease her.
She rocked back and forth on her toes, seemingly uncertain whether to move forward - away from Oliver - or backward - toward Oliver. Trapped, he could feel her body decide, before she fell back on her heels and carefully turned around to look up - up into Oliver's face. Those brown eyes were wide, pupils dilated. A very, very light dusting of pink lay across her cheeks.
With the book in one hand, she carefully popped both ear buds out of her ears. Oliver caught a snippet of the song playing as her hands lowered. They stopped in front of her stomach, unable to go any lower due to how close Oliver stood.
She blinked. "Thank you," she said, her voice sounding surprised but - to Oliver's quiet dismay - still very collected. He knew he hadn't teased her so much that she could have grown accustomed to this…
"You looked like you were having trouble," he smirked. "I don't think wearing those high heels have improved your height as much as you would have hoped."
Mai's face flushed and she puffed up a little.
"I can't help being short. It's genetic!" she sniffed.
He stared down at her, calculating what it would take to make that faint pink on her cheeks blossom and reach the tips of her ears. For scientific study.
The probability of the desired reaction seemed to increase with the decreasing space between them, so Oliver went with that.
He reached his hand up to the bookshelf behind her, leaning forward as he did. With lowered timbre in his voice, warm breath in her ear, knowing she was getting an eyeful of his chest and collarbone; he spoke to her two simple words: "Excuse me."
Oliver could feel the shiver that ran up her spine, and the sudden heat rolling off her body. He retreated to get a look at her face. The book he had grabbed was set in the crook of his arm; he hadn't needed the book for it's text, but for the necessity of the experiment before him.
Her features were very carefully stilled, only betrayed by a slight tremble of her lips as they parted. Her eyes were glossy and unfocused. Then, with no prelude, the color flooded in.
Like he predicted, her cheeks blossomed first and - to his amused interest - then the tip of her nose. Her chest swelled with a deep breath, nearly brushing against his. However, it seemed that his teasing didn't have the required catalyst to cause the blush to reach the very tips of her ears.
With a sudden turn, Oliver went back to his desk to analyze his data. He pretended not to notice, however, the way her scent lingered in his nose, the way his fingers itched and tensed. The way his own skin felt flushed and hot.
He was seating himself as Mai finally shook out of her stupor, and with a sidelong, lingering glance, she left his office without another word.
Watching her leave, he realized with slight disappointment that he did not have a control reaction: an instance in which Mai interacted with a male who was at least somewhat equivalent in good looks as Oliver himself. It wasn't terribly essential to the experiment, but knowing that he couldn't have a normal conversation with his own assistant without saying something - purposefully - to provoke her, may give skewed results.
He brought his hand up to his face in an unconscious gesture.
First: when he approached Mai and closed the space between them, the dusting of pink appeared.
On a side note for reference, which may or may not require further testing, Mai would exhibit surprise at his appearance. A control reaction would be necessary for this as well, but one that saw him approaching within her full view and knowledge, and then getting (almost) too close.
He decided that would be an interesting experiment on its own, and made certain that was the first thing he attempted.
Second: making motions toward her that would suggest an attempt to embrace and speaking to her with a lowered tone would most definitely evoke a strong reaction. But not quite strong enough.
If he knew people at all - and from an objective point of view, he would like to think that he did - then he knew that anticipation was definitely a strong catalyst for any kind of reaction, positive or negative.
And he certainly knew his assistant well enough to recognize the strength of her sexual attraction toward him - however stunted and neglected.
So to combine his observations….
Yes, that may very well do, he decided.
Mai flopped down at her desk, earbuds and book curled in her fingers. Heat coursed through her skin. Her tongue lay thick in her dry mouth. She wanted nothing more than to walk back into that office, all attitude and sex and -
And what?
It's not like she knew much about…anything. Love. Sex. The male body. There was an ex-boyfriend a year ago and the awkward fumblings in his bedroom while his parents were away, but it was only one time.
'Teach me, Naru-kun.' she could say, a sad and desperate whimper to her voice as she trailed a single finger down that long column of neck, over those strong collarbones, to pluck at the buttons of his shirt suggestively.
With a disturbed shake of her head, she realized that she read just way too many of those 500 yen romance novels, and far far too many shoujo manga as a young girl.
Gaining years hadn't really stopped her from the cutesy shoujo manga, but her tastes…differed considerably from that of her younger self. She sought the romance, the cliched and - frankly - somewhat cheesy lines of professed, undying love.
It filled the sometimes aching emptiness she felt.
Oh no, not like that. She wasn't depressed or sad or…anything of that sort. She had plenty to be grateful for.
Files that had previously taken her into Naru's office now lay neglected on the desk as the day-dreaming woman meandered over to the small kitchen to make tea. When her mind wandered, her body took control and took her through the procedure of familiar acts - in this case, making tea.
Naru would probably want some anyway.
Yes, she had plenty to be grateful for. A family that - though not blood - cared for her in ways that she hadn't known possible. A job that took care of her every need, from bringing adventure to her life, to bringing her stability and security.
But….well….she couldn't lie to herself and deny the fact that her mind, body, and heart - craved wanted needed - romantic attention. She couldn't decide if her need for it was caused by her near-obsessive reading of romance novels, or if the romance novels acted as a bandage for a wound that had been there since….puberty?
A psychiatrist might say it had something to do with the lack of a father figure in her early years. She supposed that could be it, but when she looked at Naru….Nothing that was there that she wanted even closely resembled a father-daughter relationship.
If anything, the surrogate father role fell to Monk. He doted on her as a father - or a close uncle - might, or rather, as she figured one might. In return, she looked up to him and sought his affection and approval as a daughter might.
The lack of true familial relation did leave some room for…rather amusing advances that Monk made toward her, but only with humor in mind. She hoped.
Coming back to herself, she stared into the darkening water in which the tea steeped.
Her heart stuttered as she realized she hadn't made tea for Naru in a few hours. But that would mean going into his office….again. Her face grew hot as the … experience from a few minutes ago flickered back to the forefront of her mind.
Naru, pressing close to her without touching her, invading her space with his heat, his smell, his sharp, curious, and hot gaze. Naru rumbling in her ear words that she had barely registered. Her attempt to gather indignation at his comment about her height.
God, he had no right to be that…incredible. And yet, he had every right. It was like he was born to be.
Her face got hot once more and if she were any type of animal, her hair would be standing on end. She recalled the traumatizing conversation she had had with Ayako and Masako some months back in which they had explored aspects of her so-called 'animal instincts'. One of the questions the medium had asked had raised a great deal of indignation on Mai's part.
"Does your latent psychic ability…your animal side….extend as far as your sexual drive, I wonder?"
Masako had asked the question in the most innocent manner possible, but it had still wound Mai up into indignation. Ayako definitely hadn't helped with her commentary: "Yes! If someone pushes your buttons, does that put you in heat?" she had snickered crudely.
Later, Mai had actually wondered that herself, as she had noticed that certain….smuttier…novels she read left her fairly hot and bothered. For days. Not that she would ever, in a million years, ever admit that; whether the fact that she had wondered, or that she had noticed….or even the fact that her literature tastes sometimes tended toward the smut.
It was too embarrassing to even think about, much less say aloud.
She plated her cup of tea and went back to her desk to lose herself in filing.
A few hours later, Oliver settled back in his chair. It was time for some well-deserved tea, and for a continuation of his experiment.
"Mai! Tea!"
She shouted back an acknowledgement, and in short order, he heard the sound of the tea kettle being gathered and filled with water from the tap.
A few minutes later, he left his office, headed for the kitchenette. Mai glanced over her shoulder at him.
"It's almost done Naru. I can bring it to you."
Oliver hummed noncommittally and leaned against the wall, watching. His eyes took in her lightly curved body, the way the skirt hugged the backs of her legs, the way her hair swirled around with each movement. Her delicate ankles, straps wrapped around them.
His breath grew involuntarily shallow as he drank her in. She turned toward Oliver, tea cup in hand. Her heels clicked across the tiled floor as she finally met his eyes. She faltered and stopped a few feet away from him. His gaze was intense and hot, trailing a line from her feet up to meet her eyes.
He began to see a faint pink on her cheeks. He pushed off the wall to stand straight. She tensed. He took a few steps to close the distance and her eyes widened. His hands reached toward hers to take the cup of tea. The brush of her skin against his was like electricity. She unconsciously took a step forward, her eyes locked with his.
The experiment was cast aside when Oliver's name slipped out of Mai. He pushed the cup onto the counter, toppling it and spilling tea all over as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and took her mouth with his.
He tasted her lips, claimed them as his own. Mai opened her mouth to his and he readily accepted the invitation. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, sending electric shocks across his skin. He pushed her back, fingers now tangled in her hair, until the counter interrupted his progress. She finally responded to his actions and put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Oliver found the untucked part of her blouse at her back and slid his hand inside, feeling her warm, soft skin. She groaned softly at his touch as he pulled the rest of her blouse out from the confines of that tight skirt, giving him more freedom to explore.
He gave up his hold on the back of her neck to cover more skin at her waist, then slid up to her ribs. He lifted her into the counter with only a little strain. Her legs could only part so far in her tight clothes and some logical part of his brain told him that was a good thing.
The collar of his black shirt began to irritate, so Oliver broke off the kiss to step back and unbutton the top three, exposing his chest. He caught the riveted look Mai gave his hands as he did and then decided to unbutton two more, but much more slowly. Her lips parted as she panted. She noticed the way he was watching her and her bright blush spread beautifully.
Oliver admired his work on the girl for a moment. She was out of breath, her lips red and wet, even as she drew her tongue and then teeth across the bottom one. Her brown eyes appeared dark, pupils expanded with an over all glossy effect to them. Her blouse was scrunched up and a couple top buttons had come undone during his exploration, exposing the rounded tops of her breasts and the edges of a tan, lace bra.
Her hair had covered her ears and Oliver was reminded of his end-goal of coming into the kitchen, though he had definitely taken a major detour. He closed in again, but this time went for her exposed neck, moving her hair out of the way to lay a kiss under her jaw. She hummed quietly as he blazed a trail down the column of her throat to her collarbone, where he pulled her skin between his teeth and bit down lightly.
Mai gasped and shot her hands up to take a handful of his hair. She pulled gently as he bit down again, then sucked at the skin. He moved back up her neck after a moment and found her earlobe. He blew a light breath into her ear and she arched against him, a loud moan escaping her.
"Naru...ohhhh, Naru."
His name coming from her again, in that breathless tone while her body was pressed against his, caused something inside him to snap. He took one side of her face in his hand and kissed her again, taking no prisoners. He nipped at her lips and she nipped back. His other hand found her hip and suddenly he wanted so badly to be pressed in between her legs. Wanted to feel her heat.
"Mai...God I want to have you. Right now." He growled into her mouth.
The front door to the office slammed open and loud voices came through. Ayako and Takigawa.
Damn. He had forgotten they were coming this afternoon. The front door didn't give a clear view to the kitchenette, but the damning evidence of their unexpected activity wouldn't be easy to hide. Oliver left Mai, stepping quickly to confront the two loud people. He could at least spare Mai their scrutiny.
"Out." He commanded firmly. Ayako and Takigawa froze, faced with a flushed and annoyed Oliver, shirt halfway open. Their eyes widened and Ayako blushed.
"Ah, Naru. What...what exactly is going on?" Takigawa asked, covering his mouth and the grin that was forming.
"Our appointment is in ten minutes. Come back at that time." Oliver replied. A quiet giggle sounded from the kitchen.
Oliver's jaw ticked. Both adults clearly recognized the sound, as their mouths popped open in surprise.
"Ten minutes." Oliver reiterated with narrowed eyes. Takigawa put his hands out in a placating gesture and shuffled Ayako out the door. With a long sigh, Oliver turned back to the kitchenette, where his assistant waited.
Mai was covering her face with her hands, still sitting on the countertop. The sight of her breasts squished together between her forearms nearly undid him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath to bring himself back down from the apparent high he got from having his way with his assistant.
A loud squeal sounded from outside the office as Ayako finally snapped out of her stupor.
"Oh my god!" Mai burst out. "They just walked in on us - on us -!"
"Kissing?" Oliver finished for her, with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, they did. And I'm sure we're going to hear all about their speculation as to what exactly we were doing."
He walked over to her perch, placed his hands on her hips. When she didn't reveal her face, he pulled them away himself.
He noted with interest that the desired reaction had been achieved: the tips of her ears were lightly tinged with pink. So the end result was achieved through embarrassment, not from his...teasing. Very interesting.
"This isn't what I had in mind for this afternoon, but I'm glad we found the time for it." Oliver told her. Her brown eyes widened further and she tried to hide her face again. Before she could, he leaned forward and captured her lips gently. Mai's hands hung limply in the air, wrapped as they were by his hands.
Their tongues met briefly in the opening between their mouths before Oliver pulled back. He buttoned up her shirt for her, but recommended that she attend her appearance in the bathroom before Takigawa and Ayako returned.
It was several days later that Mai found herself sitting at her desk, fanning her face with a piece of paper folded into a fan. It was hot! The temperature forecast had called for a heat wave ranging into the high 20s. With the humidity outside, it felt like the mid 30s instead. The short walk from the station to the SPR office had been near-torture. She had chosen to wear a loose, flowy skirt and a sheer blouse over her camisole, but even the light fabric felt like too much.
She had arrived early to the office to enjoy the AC and cool down with some fresh iced tea and didn't regret it in the least. She didn't want sweat stains on her blouse when their prospective client came in for the case interview.
Make-shift fan still in hand, she made her way over to the kitchenette for the aforementioned iced tea. She fished some ice out of the small freezer and deposited a few handfuls into three glasses. The tea was poured in even amounts into the glasses, leaving enough for a fourth and a few refills.
She took the first glass to Lin, smiling at him as he typed away at the computer in front of him. He nodded his thanks and she departed from the room.
Mai dropped her own glass off at her desk, then turned toward Naru's office door. He had yet to call for tea, though he probably didn't realize that Mai had come in early. Maybe she could surprise him, she thought hopefully.
She knocked on his door.
"Come." Naru called distractedly.
Mai made her entrance, smiling brightly at her boss.
"Good morning, Naru!" Came her chipper greeting. He glanced up from the screen, light surprise in his expression.
"You're early." He accused suspiciously. She laughed at his narrowed gaze.
"I wanted to make fresh iced tea. It's so hot out that I thought we'd all like to cool down, you know?"
Naru hmphed as she crossed the room and set his glass down. Steeling herself against the nerves that crept into her thoughts, she cocked her head to the side and met Naru's eyes.
"You would like to cool down...wouldn't you, Boss?"
His eyes flashed with fire.
Mai carefully paced around the side of his desk. Ever since their...interaction...in the kitchenette the other day, Mai had felt wound tighter than ever before. Perhaps Masako's question about her animal instincts wasn't as far off base as she had hoped. She couldn't stop thinking about Naru's hands on her body, his lips on her neck. The searing heat in his eyes as he stared her down.
She was not the young girl she once was, no matter how inexperienced she might still be at 19 years old.
It was past time for Naru to be on the receiving end of some heavy sexual advances!
Naru pushed his chair back as Mai stepped in front of him. He watched with barely concealed interest as she took a piece of ice from his tea.
Now seated on the edge of Naru's desk, strategically placed in between Naru and his work, Mai placed the ice cube between her lips and sucked the cold moisture from it. Her eyes locked with Naru's; she trailed the ice cube carefully across her lips, leaving a wet trail behind. His sharp eyes followed her movement as she then placed the ice against her neck and the artery that lay under her skin. She let it melt from the heat of her skin, cool water paving wet paths down toward her collar bone.
Naru's hands gripped the arm rests, leaning forward ever so slightly while he watched the water disappear in between her breasts. A low growl sounded in his throat.
"I thought you were bringing me tea to help me cool down, Mai." He said tightly, his entire body tense.
"Oh, it's not working?" She asked innocently. She hummed in thought, then grabbed his condensation-covered glass and took a sip, gathering another ice cube in between her teeth. She leaned closer to him, pressing her lips against his. The ice slipped from her mouth into his. As he was distracted by her ice-cold kiss, she brought the hand with the other ice cube up and pressed it onto the skin of Naru's neck. He jumped at the unexpected and cold contact. She slid the slick cube up the column of his neck to the space just underneath his ear.
Naru jumped up from his office chair, knocking the cube from her hand accidentally. He pushed himself in-between her legs, kissing her fiercely. His hands found her hips and pulled her closer, almost to the very edge of the desk. She flailed for balance for a second before her own hands found his shoulders. Mai grabbed his collar and wrapped one leg around Naru instinctively, searching for the right amount of leverage that would keep her from slipping off the desk.
This pushed Naru right into the cradle of warmth between her thighs, driving a shiver down his spine.
"Definitely not cooling down, Mai." He murmured against her lips, breaking from the kiss for a moment. She giggled.
"I guess we have found another thing I'm just bad at." She teased, blushing. Her over-active sex drive made her bolder than usual - bolder than ever -, but part of her still burned with embarrassment.
Mai reached for the glass behind her and handed it to Naru. He took it from her, a new light in his dark blue eyes. Instead of taking a drink, he pulled his own ice cube out. She watched him warily for a moment before his hand buried into her hair, tugging her head back and exposing her neck. She now stared at the ceiling and flinched when Naru drew a cold line across her jaw. His warm tongue followed the path, picking up the cold water left behind.
The ice cube trailed up to her ear, then down the side of her neck, across her collar bone, down her sternum. And everywhere the ice cube went, Naru's tongue and lips were close behind.
Mai panted, her heart thudding in her chest. Naru was right; this wasn't cooling down at all. She felt hot, her skin felt electric.
She was near gasping when Naru dropped the ice cube into her blouse, underneath her camisole. She yelped when he pressed their bodies together, trapping the melting ice between them, pressed against her skin.
He kissed her again, swiping his tongue across her bottom lip and then pushing into her mouth. She pushed back, opening her mouth to his advances.
He tugged her hair again, drawing a moan from her. Naru's hand was hot on her back, moving down to cup her derriere. He shifted his hips forward, pushing his hardness against her soft heat. She cried out, the leg she had wrapped around him tensing, rolling her hips unconsciously.
He grunted at the sensation and rocked forward again. And again. Her breaths came out faster and faster, louder and louder in the quiet of the room.
"Naru, oh god... Mmmm!" She panted into his mouth. He hissed through his teeth.
"Mai...Christ!" He bit out. He latched onto her neck, sucking on the skin. His hand found her breast and massaged it through layers of fabric.
Oliver was in definite trouble. He had his assistant pinned down on his desk, at work, mere minutes away from a scheduled appointment with a client.
The sensations Mai was giving him, opening herself like this...
Christ, he needed to stop. Needed to stop before Lin walked in. Needed to stop before Oliver himself took this too far. Mai's teasing with the ice cube had opened a can of worms that would get them both in deep.
With his soft and pliant assistant in his hold, her legs wrapped around him, the thought of the word deep sent involuntary but all too welcome shivers down his spine.
He couldn't stop himself from seeking the feeling of pushing into the heat between her thighs, searching for the note of desperation in her voice that wound its way into and around his brain.
Oliver wanted her so badly it ached and now was really not the time-! He growled in frustration and hit the brakes abruptly. Mai was lost in gasping bliss and didn't notice immediately.
"Mai...Mai!" He said sharply, trying to get her attention. She snapped her glossed over eyes to him questioningly.
"We...have to stop. This is...a highly inappropriate place and time for this."
Her mouth formed a surprised 'o', and fortunately, she didn't seem hurt by his proclamation. Reality clicked in place and she jumped, nearly falling off the desk. Oliver caught her and settled her back further on the desk.
"The case interview!" She gasped, panicked eyes meeting Oliver's gaze.
"Yes," he hissed, somewhat relieved she had caught on quickly enough, "and neither of us are in an appropriate position for said interview."
He said this, but his hands hadn't yet found their way off of Mai's body.
"We need to stop doing this at work." She admitted, shame-faced.
"My place would be a much better location." The words were out of Oliver's mouth before he even considered them, or their implications. Mai gaped at him in surprise.
Rather than back-tracking, he just lifted an eyebrow at her, daring her to argue. After a moment, she nodded, approving of the idea.
"My mother would have my skin if I didn't take you to dinner first, at the very least. If you would agree?" He asked leadingly. Mai nodded dumbly.
He inhaled sharply, inordinately pleased, and claimed her lips again.
"A date it is, then."
Lin was by no means a fool. After the delivery of his iced tea that hot afternoon, he had heard the voices in the office next to his, and had clearly heard when the voices became...other sounds. He had simply plugged in headphones to block out his boss and fellow assistant and their activities. It was highly unprofessional for them to be doing...Whatever It Was They Were Doing, particularly in the office, during office hours.
He didn't think too hard about any of it. Or about the fact that he had walked out of his office the other day to find Noll and Mai enmeshed against the counter in the kitchenette. He was naturally a quiet person, so they had missed his arrival and hasty departure. It was fortunate that Takigawa and Ayako had walked shortly afterwards, allowing Lin to safely leave his office.
It was far past time for the two of them to come to terms with their unresolved mutual attraction. The tension Noll gave off was palpable whenever Mai traipsed through the office with her tight skirts and high heels. The jealous behavior, the heated looks...no matter how scientific Noll thought he was, he was still a man.
A young man, with a fiesty, pretty young lady as an assistant; spending long office hours together and even longer hours during a case.
Even as accommodating as Lin was feeling, he couldn't help but glance at the clock as the time for the interview neared. In just a few minutes, Lin would have no choice but to barge into Noll's office and interrupt, potentially embarrassing all parties involved, if the two of them didn't put a halt to...things quickly.
At five minutes til, he found the resolve to pull off his headphones and make his way to Noll's office, just in time to hear the office door next to his open and shut, and the clicking of Mai's high heels moving away. He sighed in relief, thanking any and all gods for that not-so-small mercy. He really hadn't wanted to have to be the one to break up their...meeting, this time. The idea of finding his ward in a compromising position was traumatizing at best.
Small mercies, Lin discovered about twenty minutes later, were greatly over-appreciated.
He had taken himself out of his office to join in the interview, only to find the Noll and Mai were far from done with their activities. Instead of doing Whatever It Was They Had Been Doing, the two of them could hardly take their eyes off each other.
The intense heat shooting between them went largely unnoticed by the shaken and nervous client, but Lin had a hard time pretending that his ward was acting normal.
Noll asked the typical questions of the client, as he usually did, writing away in his black notebook. However, at any movement from Mai, his eyes zeroed in on the young woman, like a starved beast looking at tender prey.
And Mai - heaven knew that Lin would never be able to look at her the same. She watched Noll like a leopard ready to pounce. The cool air from the AC did nothing to bring down the temperature between them. Lin feared he would need to hose the two of them down before the day - before the interview - was done.
Maybe it would be wise to invest in a squirt bottle, to break them up like cats when they got at it in the office again.
At one point, Mai jumped up to refill the iced tea, her skirt swishing quietly, heels tapping across the floor. Noll followed her with his intense eyes. She had just disappeared from view when Noll murmured a quiet, "Excuse me." and followed his assistant into the kitchenette.
Lin repressed a loud sigh.
Noll was like a bloodhound on any given day, with his sheer, stubborn, single-minded determination, but now it was as if the bloodhound's bitch had gone into heat. Lin winced at the thought of referring to Mai as anyone's bitch. It was too accurate of a description, though.
Lin finished up with the client while the two animals were out of sight, informing him that they would go over the details and contact him later.
He gathered his notes, tapped them on the table to straighten them out, and slipped them into the manila file. Noll would - hopefully - want to go over them later. When he was much less distracted.
When he passed by the kitchenette, Noll and Mai were centimeters away from each other, speaking softly in the far corner. With a shake of his head, he dropped the file off in Noll's office.
On his way out, he stopped by again. Noll had a hand on Mai's waist, thumb rubbing circles. Lin cleared his throat and spoke.
"The client has left. The file is on your desk, Noll."
Noll glanced over his shoulder at Lin and nodded in understanding. A brighter blush flowed across Mai's face and her eyes took a drunken path away from Lin's presence.
"You two...go out. You're not going to accomplish anything here." Lin said firmly. He rarely thought to try to order Noll around - unless the young man was doing or about to do something foolish - though he was for all intents and purposes Noll's legal guardian.
Noll had the presence of mind to look briefly incensed, but a quick and thoughtful flick of his eyes over at the still-blushing Mai seemed to change his mind.
A decisive nod had Lin feeling a rush of relief. At least someone would get some work done now. And he wouldn't have to deal with the worry of walking out of his office to find the two of them up to their activities.
Noll shifted his hand to Mai's lower back and led her out of the small room, speaking softly in her ear. She nodded, and they parted ways, Noll to his office and Mai to her desk. They gathered their things and beat it out of the office faster than Lin could register.
Noll's mother would be ecstatic. The young man had finally found something that would pull him away from his obsessive compulsive workaholic tendencies. Lin just hoped that this wouldn't be a permanent distraction from work, and that a healthy balance could be found.
Lin just hoped Noll would remember to use protection.
By the time their lunch date was over, things had cooled considerably. Their measure of success lay in the fact that they made it out of the restaurant without jumping across the table at each other. Not an unusual situation for Oliver and Mai, who often bickered back and forth until someone snapped. This time, though, the feeling behind it all was quite different.
Oliver laid Mai's arm over his, escorting her like the gentleman he really should have been the whole time.
A light rain had passed through while they ate lunch, bringing the temperature down enough for a short, pleasant walk, so Oliver decided to take Mai to the nearby park. It was a stall tactic, in truth.
He wanted nothing more than to take her back to his apartment and worship her with hands, lips, tongue, and body. He knew he needed to get back to the office, though. There was work to be done. But..
The distraction pulsed through his veins like a drug. Part of him hesitated from his desired course of action. He didn't want Mai to get the wrong idea about the situation between them. However, even he didn't know what the right idea was.
He knew a sexual relationship with Mai was a breath away. And that was something he obviously had no qualms with. But she was a healthy, normal young woman, who would want much more than just that from him. And she had the right to.
A purely sexual relationship was doomed to fail, in any case. The two parties had to have more in common than just intimate relations. He felt, strongly, that he and Mai had a great deal in common; that sexual attraction was merely a bonus they seemed to share. He was confident that they could build off of their common interests and their differences.
They walked through the park, stopped to admire the fountains, which Mai tossed a coin into over her shoulder. Oliver snatched it out of the air with a smirk, amused when Mai whirled around to see it land in the water, only to be disappointed. He flipped the coin into the air, drawing her attention. She fussed and fumed, yelling at him to give it back so she could properly throw it in the fountain.
With sleight of hand, he made the coin 'disappear' into one hand, showing both of them innocently to her.
"I'm not gonna fall for that one again, Naru!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. He laughed softly, leaning close. The non-coin hand brushed back her hair, which she whipped her head around to glare at, searching for the coin's appearance. Oliver slipped the coin hand down by her side and gently tucked it into the waistband of her skirt.
"Check your pockets." He offered with another smirk.
"I'm wearing a skirt! I don't have pockets!"
"Don't you?"
With an exasperated look, she patted herself down: chest, ribcage, legs, she even took a swipe at both ears with an embarrassed expression. With all her fussing a movement, the coin slid out of its hidden spot and landed with a sharp tink in between her heeled feet. Mai looked down sharply, then snatched the coin from the ground.
"You're a tease, Naru." She said, puffing up. Amusement sparkled in her eyes, and in his, as she took a few steps away from him and then tossed the coin over her shoulder once again. This time, she was rewarded with the sound of the coin successfully hitting the water's surface.
"I haven't been called that before." Oliver remarked once she rejoined him at his side.
A few weeks after their lunch date, with a few more dates in between, the SPR company found themselves preparing for a case.
During the meeting in the office, Mai had moved around the back of the couch to join the group, and in a surreptitious move, trailed her fingers across the back of Oliver's neck. Electricity shot from her point of contact straight to his groin. He gave her a sharp look when she sat down; a warning. They said they wouldn't do this at the office anymore, but the heat in her eyes gave him pause.
Well... He could send Lin out for "research".
No. No, she could wait, just as he had to.
A few minutes later, as the others were debating over where to go for lunch - a distraction that Mai had instigated, he noticed - she reached down to fiddle with the buckle of one of her high heels. She locked eyes with Oliver and slowly slid her hand up her leg, brushing the edge of her knee length skirt and raising it an inch.
His breath hitched slightly, damn her.
Two could play at that game, though. With lazy motions, he leaned back into the couch and braced his elbow against the arm rest, levelling a heavy-lidded gaze at her. Oliver ran a finger across his bottom lip contemplatively before resting the edge of his jaw against his knuckles. Mai watched that finger hungrily and he watched as her lips parted with suddenly heavy breath.
Across the room, Lin watched the two of them eye-flirt with dismay. His previous hopes for a work-only environment in the office weeks before were for naught, it would seem. The two animals – ahem – young adults were good about keeping focus during work hours, but there were still close calls here and there.
Lin's squirt bottle was perched on his desk, ready for action when the two of them got into it for real.
When the others finally got their things together to leave for lunch, Mai had waved off the invitation with a paper-thin excuse of homework. Noll hadn't said a word and retreated to his office. As the part-timers filed out the front door, Lin took that as his cue to disappear to his own office. He would give it ten minutes after they left – as much as he could tolerate the others, he had no intention of going to a raucous lunch date with them. But experience told him that it wouldn't be long before Noll and Mai collided and he definitely wanted to be a good distance away when that happened.
He really did need to have an adult conversation with Noll about this. He just...really didn't have the energy for it today.
Maybe Madoka would have pointers.
Mai slipped into Naru's office, closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Naru was standing behind his desk, his back to her. She took a moment to run her eyes from his touchable black hair, the glimpse of light skin above his collar that had drawn her attention earlier, the straight line of his back. His wide shoulders that bore the weight of the JSPR branch and did not bow.
Dazed with her admiration, she hardly noticed when he turned around. The motion drew her attention to the tilt of his head as he watched her in return, arms crossed over his chest. Smoothing her hands over her skirt nervously, Mai pushed off the door and took a few steps forward.
The tingle of her earlier teasing remained, but this man always made her nervous. It was evident in the shake of her hands, the skip in her heartbeat, the shallow breath she took.
In spite of all that, Mai continued her journey across the room, around Naru's desk and up to the man himself. She placed her hand on his forearm, pushing down and moving both his arms out of the way as she stepped closer. Her hands then moved up his chest to rest on his shoulders as she went up on her tiptoes to lay a kiss on his jaw.
Naru put his hands on her waist and pulled her close. He turned his head to capture her lips. He sucked on her bottom lip gently, at which she pushed her tongue out to meet his. The rush she felt when his arms slid around her went straight to her head, making her legs a little like jelly. Her arms sought stability for the rest of her body and went up, up around the back of his neck, pulling Naru closer. She ran her fingers over the sliver of skin between his collar and his hair, lightly tickling with her nails.
Naru made a noise against her mouth and in two steps and a pivot, had her pinned to the wall by the window. She felt his hips shift against hers, the heat of his body through her clothes that were suddenly so thin but too thick to be satisfying.
His long fingers touched the sensitive skin of her stomach, drawing a sharp inhale from Mai. She broke the kiss and tilted her head down to press her lips to the side of his neck. She was close enough to feel the quickening of his breath as she trailed down to his collarbone. Naru's hands slipped up the sides of her ribcage, pushing her shirt further up. He took a step back and pulled her shirt over her head, mussing her hair up with his less-than-gentle action. His own pullover followed, dropping on the floor next to them and Mai found herself briefly distracted by his bare chest. He wasn't ripped, but years of carrying heavy equipment left its mark in the form of toned muscle that tensed and rippled as he moved forward again.
His fingers combed through her hair, cupping the side of her head as he leaned in for another kiss. Cutting it short, Naru looked her directly in the eye and spoke.
"I'm going to take you now." The timbre in his voice ran through her body, to her toes and then back up to settle with a tight heat in her belly. Breathlessly, she nodded her assent. He found the zipper at the back of her skirt as her own hands worked at his belt.
They stepped out of their discarded clothing, leaving only his and her underwear as he pushed her up against the wall again. His large hand gripped her thigh and hiked it up over his hip. She had to stand on her tiptoes to just barely keep her balance, but it was enough. Naru's hot hardness was nestled in that sensitive area between her legs, making her gasp, making the awkward stance more than worth it.
He suckled her bottom lip again, pulling it between his teeth lightly before releasing it and sliding his tongue into her mouth again. Naru shifted his hand further up her thigh as the other found the clasp to her bra behind her. Without taking it off, his hand slid up underneath the material to caress her bare breast. Mai could feel the sudden tension in his jaw and heard the quiet vocalization behind his exhale.
Naru's fingers cupped, pinched, teased at her small breast forcing Mai to arch into his hold involuntarily. She gasped and moaned shamelessly when, combined with that, Naru pushed his hips forward, driving the hard and unyielding against her soft compliance.
"Naru, hurry...ohh, please."
God, had she ever wanted anything more? She moved her arms from around Naru's neck and slipped the straps of her bra off and tossed it away. Mai got a good look at him for a second. Burning blue eyes, sweat lightly beading at the edges of his hairline, hot desire written all over his expression.
"Wrap your legs around me," Naru demanded. She braced her hands on his shoulders and did as he asked, holding tightly with the power of her thighs. Both of his hands free now, he went to work on her breasts again, groaning as he covered them completely with his palms and drew her in for another kiss.
He took a moment to free himself from his briefs, then drew a finger over her panties before pushing them aside and slipping two fingers inside her. Mai thrust her hips forward unconsciously with a loud gasp, settled back down and then thrust up again, effectively using his fingers for her pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she cried out as she moved.
"Oh god, Mai." Oliver hissed. He could hardly hold himself back from driving into her right then. She was – to his fingers...he didn't even have to move his hand. Amazing.
"Mai, I'm going-"
She grabbed the sides of his head with both hands, and in the hottest thing he had ever seen, looked him directly in the eye and growled, "Do it." Then stole his lips in a fierce kiss.
He pulled his fingers out of her, angled himself to gain access and pushed his way inside. She screamed against his mouth when he did. Oliver drove into her again and again and Mai scrabbled at his shoulders, crying out wordless pleasure and approval. He couldn't help the noises that came from his own mouth as he explored that heat, the tightness that gripped him and pulled him deeper into ecstasy. He focused on that feeling, grabbing her hips desperately.
Oliver felt the edge approaching too fast and used all vestiges of his remaining brain power to slow his rhythm. No...no, he wouldn't end it too soon. Bracing his hands on her back, Oliver maneuvered them around and set Mai on the desk. Barely conscious of not making a huge mess, he pushed everything from the right side of the desk toward the middle, then laid Mai back. She was lost in euphoria, only noticing their change of location when her back touched the cool wood.
Mai dragged her nails from the center of his collarbone, down his sternum to his stomach. He leaned over her, sliding his hands up her ribcage, to her upper arms, to her hands where he entwined their fingers. Her hands trapped with his, he gripped the opposite edge of the desk above her head and began thrusting into her again.
She screamed and writhed her pleasure, arching her spine and pressing her breasts against his chest. He relished the feeling of her softness, her nipples brushing his skin, before he lost himself in the sensations.
The brief respite meant the edge crept up more slowly this time, but Oliver knew it wouldn't be long. He freed one hand to search out the most sensitive part between her legs and began stroking it. Mai seized up a moment before the floodgates opened and she was lost in her orgasm, crying and gasping for breath. The grip of her thighs around his hips tightened, shoving him in further and suddenly the edge was there -
He pulled back, pulled out just in time and released himself onto the floor. Riding his high, breathing heavily with his face pressed in between Mai's breasts, Oliver let out a low groan.
He grew aware of fingers delved into his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp, and wondered how long he had been leaning over her, pinning her to the desk. Her breathing had slowed down, so Naru raised his head to look up at her.
Her eyes were closed, a light smile playing on her lips. Mai's cheeks were still flushed, matching the abused color of her lips.
Beautiful.
Mai opened her eyes and looked at him.
"That was amazing." She said softly, running her fingers through the hair behind his ear. Oliver smirked.
"Did you expect anything less?"
She slapped lazily at his arm, "Shut up, Narcissist."