fun fact: i'm going through and rewriting all my old klavema fics; some are already done!
ones left to revamp: karma, a muffin for a boyfriend, a simple misconception
"For god's sake, hurry up!"
The tone of her voice is unpleasant, but it's honestly fine because he knows that it's not out of anger; it's out of pure frustration and a desire to ease the palpable tension in the air. The room they're occupying is pitch black, not too large, not too small— an empty closet they somehow stumbled upon a few months back, and have put to good use ever since— repeatedly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, remind me who chooses to wear the vest with all the buttons?"
His voice is teasing, bordering on sarcastic— which isn't surprising since he seems to rarely take things seriously anyway; a trait of his personality that is currently infuriating her as his fingers are moving far too sluggishly for her liking.
There's at least five more seconds of him attempting to undo the last two irritating buttons on her green vest before he stops to abruptly lean in close to her ear and hisses frustratedly, "I just want to yank it off already."
"You can't do that, asshole," she snaps, and even though he's just been insulted, he chuckles as he assists her with the task of taking off his blazer. She then lowers both of her arms to quickly start working on removing his chain belt and adds, "I have a cross-examination in 15 minutes, and I'm not going to show up without my damn shirt."
Frustrated that the two of them apparently have a time limit, he quickly undoes the scarf around her neck; he has long since removed her lab coat and thrown it somewhere off to the side. She's still working on his belt when he returns to attempting to unbutton her green vest, and when he finally gets the last button to pop open, he practically rips the garment off of her body with a sense of vindication.
She's left with her pink blouse, her red capris, and the nicer pair of heels that she only ever wears for court appearances. He's reaching down to undo the front of her pants when she grabs onto his hand abruptly and growls, "Nuh-uh. Your turn."
She's finally removed the chain belt, and her fingers are obviously much more capable than his because his black button up shirt is already half undone. Really, all that's left on him are his pants and his boots at this point, and he is perfectly content with being obedient and unzipping his slacks. He sheds the pants themselves, but wickedly leaves on his boxer briefs.
The closet they've been occupying leaves much to be desired, and the fluorescent lights in it are so awful that the two of them prefer just not to turn them on at all.
However, in doing so, they both discovered that there are many advantages to being in the darkness— it helps her shed some of her insecurities and allows her to be more daring. However, in his humble opinion, the best thing about the pitch black of the room is that she is totally and completely susceptible to sneak attacks.
He can keenly hear her setting aside her bag and glasses aside carefully, and from the direction of the noise he's able to figure out exactly where she is.
Naturally, he decides to surprise her just for the reaction.
She jolts and gasps when he is suddenly behind her, cornering her against one of the closet's walls. He leans against her back, pressing her chest up against the wall with his arms snaked around her, all the while reaching down and using one of his hands to expertly undo her belt.
By now she's managed to unbutton about half of her pink blouse— but that ceases to be a priority when he succeeds in undoing both her belt and then front of her red capris, yanks them downward hastily, and his hand dives down between her legs. Immediately he runs his thumb up against the damp material of her underwear, grinding against it.
The fact that she's already soaked the fabric makes him chuckle again, and she responds by vindictively reaching down to his painfully obvious erection and ghosting her hand over it slightly before giving it a squeeze. He sucks a substantial breath of air through his teeth as a result.
Normally the two would savor some sort of foreplay— but with only 10 minutes left, it's simply not an option this time.
She finally succeeds in reaching around behind her own body to pull his boxer briefs down far enough that his erection springs free; at the same time he yanks her red capris and underwear down to at least beneath her knees, and then with her assistance he manages to remove both items of clothing completely. He decides to tease her for just a moment by running his fingers along her slick folds, making her squirm a bit—
"Oh my god, just do it already!"
He laughs again, deep and masculine, but wastes no time indulging her. He spins her around so she's facing him this time, puts both hands on her shoulders, and pushes her backward until her back gently bumps up against the wall. The atmosphere practically sizzles and sparks— this is one of her favorite positions and even though he can't see her, he can feel the anticipation coming off her in waves.
Hooking each of his arms under her respective thighs, he lifts her up and pushes her up against the wall before positions his length at her slick entrance. He's being an asshole and he knows it, but for a moment he decides to tease her just a little more, rubbing the tip up against her wetness and grinding it against her clit.
She makes a frustrated and desperate noise that says "hurry the fuck up because I need to get back to a federal courtroom"— well, okay, it's not that specific, but her bucking her hips desperately in an attempt to try to take in even just the tip of his cock sets him off like a firework.
She's been a spitfire since the second he met her, and quite frankly, he loves it that way. She had blatantly hated him at first, and somehow it had endeared him to her as well as and intrigued him. She doesn't like gentle, or too emotional— she's always liked raw, gritty, and real.
With all this in mind, he enters her agonizingly slowly, savoring the tightness of her walls around him— the gasp that she makes whenever he penetrates her for the first time is always music to his ears (and he knows music). She shudders in his grasp and lets out a long, low moan as he inches his entire length inside of her.
Taking advantage of the fact that she's been so very insistent about the clock ticking, he pulls back out of her slowly— and then plunges his cock back into her as hard and fast as he can.
A completely involuntary cry of pleasure escapes her lips and she throws her head back against the wall. He doesn't give her time to revel in the intense sensation of him initially penetrating her, though, as he draws back once more and then again thrusts inside her in the rough manner that he knows she loves.
From there it's easy to set the pace; he thrusts his cock into her methodically, holding her trembling body securely up against the wall while she clings onto him with a vice grip and makes the sweetest sounds in his ear. Eventually, he swoops in to press his lips against hers— usually during their closet romps kissing doesn't come into play, but she doesn't object in the slightest and makes a strangled noise into the kiss when he picks up his pace, plunging his cock into her faster.
Her tight, slick walls surround his entire length and it sets every nerve in this body on fire as they tighten around him, molding to him perfectly like a lock to a key.
He growls predatorily and shifts her weight so that one of his hands is able to hastily reach up and yank her partially open blouse to the side. Once he manages to pull down the cup of her simplistic lace bra beneath her right breast, he shifts her weight back, moving his arm back underneath her for support, and puts his mouth to work (if only for a little bit).
She whimpers as he roughly bites down on an already erect pink nipple, and then moans when he takes her entire right breast into his mouth and begins to suck on it, expertly swirling his tongue around and applying push or pull when needed.
He can feel the tension building inside of her as her walls quiver around him, and his entire cock throbs inside her as a response. He smirks lightly and pulls back from her chest, knowing that she's definitely dying to alleviate the growing stress in her body.
She starts to make a noise of protest, but it's cut short immediately when he lifts her up just a bit higher on the wall and abruptly shifts her hips to a new angle. Drawing his hips back, he then slams his cock into her again.
His thrusts are faster and more intense this time, but also more even— somehow more smooth and satisfying to her. It's obvious at this point that she's enamored with it— she's given up on putting up any kind of fight and is alternating between whining loudly and crying out repeatedly in his ear, reveling in her the fact that her goddamn prosecutor boss is fucking her senseless up against a supply closet wall in what is almost always a deserted area in a federal building.
His mouth descends to her chest once more and he bites down on the sensitive pink nub yet again, making her blurt out a loud string of curse words as she bucks her hips forward just as he thrusts in. Her expletives abruptly turn into a sudden, sharp gasp that is followed by a moan of immense pleasure as he locates the spot that he already knows will push her over the edge.
Feeling emboldened, he's relentless now, slamming his entire length into her repeatedly while making sure to hit the spot that makes her jump and gasp as often as possible. After what he estimates is less than two minutes of him fucking her in the adjusted position he feels her walls beginning to dramatically contract and tighten around him, along with her body starting to involuntarily shake and spasm in his arms.
He has to grit his teeth as she reaches her peak, unashamedly wailing as she rides out her orgasm, her hips stuttering as she comes all over his cock in the process. He isn't content to simply sit back and watch her, though— he continues thrusting into her roughly as she writhes in pleasure, and when she tightens around his length in a certain way he finally snaps, pushing forward into her deeply one more time before his own climax hits him.
He makes a raw, choking noise and then a groan escapes his lips as he spills himself inside of her, and he leans forward to bite down hard enough on her shoulder to leave his mark. She's breathing heavily and seems satisfied, letting out a small whimper as she feels his cock twitch inside her one or two more times before he pulls out.
"We made quite a mess, fräulein," he says teasingly, but thankfully the supply room is bountifully stocked with paper towels.
There's no response as she hurriedly cleans the mix of her own release along with traces of his off her body. Seconds later she is throwing her clothes back on as quickly as she can, and it aggravates him how fast she can put the green vest back on and expertly button it back up when it's hellish to get the garment off at the worst times.
Before she can find the most critical item, however, he's already taken it. Though he knows she can't actually see it, he dangles her soaked panties in front of her and is completely positive she can somehow feel his smug smirk aimed at her despite the darkness.
"Give me back my underwear," she hisses as threateningly as possible while clumsily reassembling the rest of her clothing.
He laughs, and blatantly responds with "nein."
She makes a rather undignified and angry noise, but before she can launch an assault to retrieve the garment from him, the timer on her phone suddenly buzzes and she knows now that she only has 5 minutes to sprint to a bathroom and make herself look decent before entering the courtroom.
Huffing angrily, she begrudgingly accepts that she has no choice but to cater to his whim and she pulls up her red capris, buttoning them while cursing almost inaudibly. The feeling of not having a layer of fabric between her skin and her bare pants is odd and uncomfortable, but with him taking her underwear hostage, she has no choice but to put up with it.
As she's reassembled herself, he's also been busy redressing and at this point is all that's left for him to do is finally place his "G" logo necklace around his neck.
Once both of them are finally decent, she yanks open the supply closet door and the two are suddenly bathed in light. As he glances at the damp pair of underwear in his hand now that he can see them, his eyebrows shoot upward and he flashes a surprised look at her.
It's a pink, silk pair with lace accents— so while she might have complained half of the time and been fussy as hell, the presence of the pastel color and smooth fabric makes it clear that she had intended for all of this to happen from the very beginning.
Her green eyes are dead set on the garment, and when they dart over to clash directly with his blue ones, they flash angrily— but they're also tinted with an obvious hint of mischief that he's proud to say she reserves solely for him.
"I am so getting those back later, and you'll so regret this."
The threat carries absolutely no weight at the moment, so another chuckle escapes his lips as he runs his hand through his (now semi-tangled) blonde hair. Klavier Gavin elects to simply flash her his usual striking smile and says,
"I'm looking forward to it."
Ema Skye scowls at him (in a somehow endearing way) before she snatches her bag, throws her glasses on top of her head, and spins on her heel to sprint down the hallway to the nearest bathroom.
He smirks self-righteously and strolls casually out of the 'secret' closet, shutting the door behind him, beginning the long walk back to his office. While he makes his way there, he allows his mind to begin wandering through the various ways she could (and most likely will) exact her revenge on him later.
The hypothetical scenarios alone make it so that he can't wait for the work day to be over.