Wasted

It was a night in December. Christmas was approaching and after a long day at her desk, Nathalie decided, to go into the kitchen and make herself a big cup of coffee, to drink on her way to the Metro, so she wouldn't get to cold.

As she entered the large and with the newest machines and utensils set up room, she froze in place. Right in front of her, at the small table, where usually the kitchen staff was having their meals, sat her boss, Gabriel Agreste, his hair a mess, his tie lying next to him. His collar was open and his blazer and vest were nowhere to be seen. Even the hem of his shirt was hanging partly over his pants.

She audibly cleared her throat, to not startle him too much, then asked:

"Is everything alright, Sir? Is there anything I can do?"

He glanced up at her, his eyes brimming with tears. Then he nodded and pointed at the chair across the table.

"Just sit and drink with me, Nathalie"

"But Sir, I...", she looked into his pleading greyish-blue eyes and forgot, that she wasn't very fond of cognac. She sat down and he instantly placed a glass in front of her and poured the drink.

Then he filled his own glass and lifted it up to meet with hers.

"To being alone for the rest of my life, because I am a failure!"

"Sir, you're not! You..."

"Just drink the goddamn booze, Nathalie!", he ranted.

The young assistant inhaled deeply, then gulped down the brown liquid. She closed her eyes, to wait until the burning sensation in her throat had passed, then shook in disgust.

Gabriel chuckled at her behaviour.

"Seems as if this isn't your favourite, Miss Sancoeur. Let me see, what I can do!"

He got to his feet, swaying a little, then walked to the fridge and opened it. A moment later he returned with a bottle of vodka and two different glasses.

He collapsed back into his chair and set the glasses with a thud on top of the table. Filling them with the clear fluid and shoving one to his assistant he blurted out:

"Here's to all the almost dead women, that I can't save!"

Nathalie gave him an annoyed look.

"Drink!", he yelled.

And so she did. They both did that again and again, until she noticed, that it was already past midnight. Trying to get up, she clang to the side of the table and pulled herself onto her feet.

"Wh-what are you doin'?", he demanded loudly.

"I-I, s-s-sorry SSSSSir, but I need to get goin'!", she felt her tongue being slow somehow.

"But you can't just leave me alone, not you too!", he whined and got to his feet as well, trying to get a hold of her hand, but missed it and fell face forward into her chest.

The flustered young woman tried to push him off her, with the result, that he started sobbing into her chest.

"Please don't go Nathalie. I need you. At least stay with me, until I have fallen asssssleep!"

That made her giggle. For now it was hilarious, that a grown up man needed someone to stay with him until he could sleep.

"Okay", she cackled, "I'll sleep with you until you stay! I-I-I mean...", she giggled again, "you know what I meant, right!"

"Yeah", he snickered, "you want to sleep with me! Too bad, that I am already married!"

His words made her blush even more, but she still tried to hold him straight and walk him to his bedroom. Though this wasn't how she imagined, going into his bedroom with him, when she was alone at home in the night, it still made her shiver.

They eventually reached his bed. Gabriel immediately let himself fall onto the mattress, his legs hanging over the edge, his feet still on the floor.

Nathalie sighed and bent down to lift up his feet and placed them on top of the duvet. Then she grabbed a thin blanket and spread it over her boss, so he wouldn't get cold.

The moment she pulled it up over his shoulders, she felt him move and a split second later, he had pulled her down and rolled them over, so she was lying on the mattress, while he was hovering above her.

"Sir, I..."

He kissed her savagely.

Her eyes filled with tears. This was what she wanted most in her life, but not like this. Not while he was drunk, while they both were drunk and didn't know, what they were doing.

"Please, stop. You don't know what you're doing!", she whispered.

He kissed her again. Softly this time. His gaze cleared up for a moment, as he hoarsely hissed into her ear:

"I know very well, what I am doing, my Nathalie. I wanted you for so long, and it's tearing me apart, to know, that I want you and still I must give Adrien his mother back. But not tonight, my dear, tonight I'm going to be all yours and you will be mine!"

She knew it was wrong, and she knew she should have just pushed him off and left, but his hand, which were sliding under her red turtle neck shirt, caressing her bare skin, grabbing her breast in her laced bra felt so good. As did his kisses. And when she felt his tongue on her lips, and then in her mouth, her own tongue playing with his, teasing him, tasting him, she knew that she wasn't able to stop anymore.

She had imagined this many times, but never had he been like he was right now. Demanding, desperate, yet at the same time incredibly gentle and tender, taking his time to caress her body, to kiss every single spot of her skin, after he had pulled that turtle neck over her head.

Nathalie was surprised, as she noticed her own fingers eagerly fiddling on the buttons of his shirt until he was hovering above her with a bare chest, his pants already open and giving a glimpse at his black, satin boxers.

Gabriel inhaled deeply, as he looked down at his assistants small, but well formed breasts, that were covered by a laced bra, yet he could see her areolas and warts through it. As he bent down, to cup her left with his mouth, he could feel her arch her back in pleasure. Doing the same with her right breast, she let out a soft whimper.

He smirked, as he felt her reluctantly slide her hands along his chest to then brush along his back and down to his waist, where she took a hold of his trousers and pushed them down with one bold move. Getting close to her ear with his mouth again, he hummed:

"Getting a little impatient, my love?"

Then he started to suck on the skin of her neck, to feel her wrap her legs around him the moment he did. Now he scooted down to her stomach, kissing his way along her pants, to look up at the beautiful woman, waiting for her permission. She stared at him, stared into his eyes, which she could get lost in each time. Then she just nodded and arched her back once more, so he could take her dark purple pants off of her completely.

"Who would've thought!", he blurted out while he wiggled his eyebrows, as he saw what his assistant was wearing underneath. The sight of that piece of nothing, not even as much fabric, that it could be called a thong, aroused him even more. He knew, who had designed this particular piece, and he also knew, who had send it to her as a present. He just wouldn't have thought, she would wear it. There was no way, she could have recognized this as one of his creations, because it wasn't his style to do lingerie at all. He just had the urge a couple of months ago, to give her something unique, that told her, how beautiful she was. "I love what you're wearing right now, dear!"

"Oh, you do? It was send from a secret admirer. The letter said, it was created just for me, though it would never be able to compete with my beauty!"

"Oh, that letter was so right, my Nathalie", he hummed as he kissed along the delicate piece of underwear.

"I never thanked you for it, Gabriel!", she whispered, as she pushed her pelvis against his mouth unconsciously.

The thought alone, that she had known, that he sent this was too much for him. He shoved it down her legs, puling it off her feet, while he got rid of his own underwear at the same time. Then he buried his head between her thighs, vigorously kissing and sucking on her most sensitive areas, tasting her sweet fluids, while he could feel his hardened member twitch and throb painfully against the mattress. He got on his knees, trying to ease his pain, to bent down and please the woman underneath him again, when she took a hold of his neck and pulled him on top of her.

Now it was her, who kissed him violently, her teeth biting his lower lip, a small edge between arousal and pain, that drove him insane. They were both grinding along each other, until he could feel his erection being covered by her fluids and with a sudden thrust, he was inside her warm and wet core.

Nathalie dug her nails into the skin on his back, her body tensed from the unexpected sensation, to feel him that deep inside of her.

"Fuck, you are so big, I never felt like this before. Make me feel even better Gabriel!"

Groaning he pulled out almost to the tip and thrusted into her again, getting even a little deeper, while he felt his member still growing bigger, filling her even more than before!

Their moans were getting louder which each thrust and as he felt the woman's pelvis twitch uncontrollably underneath him, he couldn't hold back any longer and with a last effort he quickened his pace, thrusting into her even harder than before, until he felt his release, that made him roar out her name. Then he just pulled her with him as he let himself fall on his side, holding her close, while he was already snoring. Feeling completely relaxed and happy, Nathalie just cuddled against his chest, not thinking about tomorrow and what would happen then.