Chapter 2: The Office Chair
Sydney sighed, rubbing between her eyes and wishing desperately that she hadn't left her Advil sitting on the nightstand. She gave up, ignoring the pounding in her temples as she tried to concentrate on the report she had been working on.
It was late - Weiss, Vaughn, Sydney and Marshall were the only people in the main part of their offices and though it was rumored that Kendall and Jack were somewhere in the building, they hadn't been spotted in over twenty minutes. She looked over at Marshall, seeing that he'd fallen asleep in his chair with his head propped on his open briefcase, papers sticking to his forehead. She grinned, moving her line of sight over to Eric as he played an old version of Pong on his computer. Marshall must have hooked that up for him, and she giggled quietly before finally peeking over at Vaughn.
He was the only one of the group actually getting any work done. His jacket had been removed, as well as his tie, and he typed slowly on the keyboard with his rolled sleeves bouncing at the movement of his wrists. She missed his holster, though he had managed to pull it out of a box the other night and surprise her when she came home from her Switzerland mission debrief. She'll never forget the moment she walked into the apartment and found him lying on her bed completely naked - wearing only a smile, a hard-on, and his holster.
A blush rose from her neck as she remembered how she enjoyed the holster (and everything else) that evening and she undid the first two buttons of her blouse, shrugging out of her overcoat. She redoubled her efforts on the report, typing away until the words began to flow and she entered the place every attentive desk-jockey has been: a place Weiss liked to call 'The Zone of the Secretary.'
Vaughn stopped working, his mind wandering as he typed in the name Agent Bristow. He looked over at where she was sitting, doing a double take when he noticed that she had removed her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. He glimpsed the sweaty sheen on her neck and frowned. She was forever complaining about it being too cold in the offices, always having a jacket or sweater handy to keep her warm while sitting at her desk.
She had a slight flush to her cheeks and he frowned deeper before standing and walking over to her desk. She didn't even notice as he moved around to stand behind her, so intent on her report, so he read a bit over her shoulder. As he skimmed, he noticed a few slight errors.
- 4:09 AM -
Agent Vaughn and Agent Bristow intercept communication from the suspect's contact detailing a meet between Agent Davenport and the suspect, Steven Giles.
Giles relayed false information and Agents Vaughn and Bristow moved in.
Vaughn holstered the suspect while Agent Bristow moved in on Giles' contact.
'Holstered?' What the hell does holstered mean? Obviously a typo, but he crossed his arms over his chest and continued to read over her shoulder with a small smirk and a cocked eyebrow.
- 4:15 -
Agents Weiss and Bristow detained the contact as both suspects were taken into custody by MI-5.
Agent Vaughn hard the transmission from the CIA and all agents were ordered to abort.
Holstered? Hard? Now the blush made sense. She had been thinking of the time when…
A large and mischievous smile spread across his face, his dimples popping out, and he leaned forward to press his nose against the spot behind her ear where she applied her perfume. He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent as she went still, her fingers poised over the keys as she cursed herself for zoning out.
"Where is your mind, Agent Bristow?"
"On my report, where yours should be, Agent Vaughn."
"Oh really? 'Vaughn holstered the suspect'?"
She blushed and hid her face in her hands as she heard his chuckle behind her, his hot breath against her skin. He heard her muttered curse as he laughed low, brushing his fingers against the length of her throat to move her hair over her shoulder.
"What were you really thinking about?" he whispered, licking the spot of perfumed skin, causing her to hiss in response.
"Vaughn…not here," she ordered, rolling away from him slightly in her padded chair.
"Why not?" Vaughn asked, following after her.
"Well, my father could come in here for starters," she began.
"And secondly?" He latched his mouth against her racing pulse point and sucked, pulling away with a smack and tracing the purple-red mark he'd just placed on her soft skin with the tip of his finger.
"Ummm…well – Kendall could. . ." she tried to continue.
"Nah. They're in analysis," Vaughn answered.
"That doesn't mean that-"
"Yes, it does. We've got at least an hour," he grinned, seeing her weighing the options before daring to look up at him. He saw the desire in her eyes, knowing some of it was stemming from the newness of their relationship, but the moment her eyes traced his body he knew she was game.
"Get a room!" Eric snapped from the opposite side of the room as he glowered at the two flirting agents before returning to his game.
"Good advice," she said breathlessly, standing quickly and sending the chair rolling a few feet away as she grabbed her boyfriend's hand.
"Whoa, you're really going along with this? I…I didn't think," Vaughn stammered.
"What?" she interrupted, dragging the now-reluctant agent down an adjacent hallway toward an empty conference room before continuing. "Didn't think I'd call your bluff? Think again. There are plenty of things that I'd rather do than write that stupid report," she murmured, the tightness in Vaughn's trousers growing more uncomfortable by each breathy word she emitted.
"Including doing what we're thinking about doing in the conference room Kendall always uses? You do realize that I'll never be able to sit at this table again without thinking…" Vaughn trailed off as she stepped even closer.
"Without thinking of what?" Sydney challenged, pushing him back into the chair and causing it to roll a few feet away. She started with the buttons of her blouse, slowly and deliberately undoing them one by one until the garment was opened wide with her lacy black bra showing.
"I'll get back to you about that," he growled, kicking with his feet until he was sitting in front of her long lean body.
He hauled her into his lap, the sudden spread of her legs forcing a small tear in her skirt.
"Damn it, Vaughn, I liked this skirt," she growled after hearing the ripping of material and finding the hem forced apart.
"Hey, you started it," he growled before descending on her neck with a vicious love bite, a purple mark left in his wake.
Her hands clawed at his heavy jacket, one slipping between their writhing bodies to undo the button pinning it together before shoving it off of his shoulders as his mouth found its way up to hers.
His tongue swiftly entered her mouth to duel with her own, and she cracked open an eye to untangle the knot that was his tie. Breaking apart with an audible smack, she growled in frustration as Vaughn's fingers slid up her thighs, finding the edge of the thigh-high pantyhose. Pausing there, his hands gripped her legs in a tight hold as she, in the midst of desperately trying to undo the striped contraption around his neck, unwittingly shoved the knot up rather than slipping it down.
He saw stars as she chuckled momentarily; a faint apology intermingled with her breathy laughter. She set a kiss to his nose as the fabric finally hung in two limp strands on either side of his neck. She leaned in, sucking at his Adam's apple as his hands continued their journey underneath her skirt.
Vaughn groaned as she moved around the left side of his throat, her mouth paving a wet trail as her fingers busied themselves with the clasps of his own shirt. She found the spot underneath his earlobe, feeling him shiver against her body and force her legs tighter around his lap.
She shifted, looking back to see that the chair didn't have a straight flat back, but rather a round padded top, a thin short neck, and then the seat complete with armrests. Rearranging her legs so that each of them straddled his body, her limbs fit perfectly through the gaps made by his body and put his bulging trousers in contact with her cotton-covered core.
They moaned in unison, her mouth leaving his neck as they met each other with fervor. Managing to open his shirt completely, she saw stunned to see that he hadn't worn an undershirt.
"Well, that made my job a bit easier," she commented, pulling back with a smile to survey their compromising position. One dip and the light chair could topple, but that would make for an adventurous bout of lovemaking.
Though…this danced on the fine line between romantically making love and hot fucking.
Her hands pressed into his chest, fingernails skimming over nipples and down his rippling abdomen until they found the straining material of his dress pants. Cupping his cock through the fabric made a feral growl escape his throat, his hands that were once massaging her upper thighs moved up and grabbed at the junction of her panties, roughly pulling them aside.
She barely made out the utterance, "Enough," before his moist, hot tongue invaded her mouth and two hard fingers pushed into her warmth. She gasped, pulling away from his lips as her hands trembled at his belt, button and zipper, trying to focus on her task while his hand alternated between thrusting with his thumb rubbing at her clit and staying imbedded to the hilt to locate her g-spot.
"God, Vaughn, come on – give me a minute," she grunted, finally releasing his pent up hardness as it sprang out and slapped against her stomach.
His hand left her core and moved directly to her hips, the tear in the side of her skirt growing as he bunched the material around her waist. If anyone were to walk into the room right now, it was inevitable that what they were about to see would be a complete disregard to office etiquette.
Yet here they were, Vaughn resting comfortably in the office chair with Sydney straddling his lap. He was trying to keep his feet anchored to the floor to prevent the chair from rolling across the room during their fuck in the middle of the conference room, but he wasn't too sure how long his muscles would last.
All coherent thought, however, was completely blown from his mind as she grabbed his rock hard cock with both hands and pushed herself up with strong runner's legs. He helped by lifting her with his muscled arms, and together they got the tip aligned with her center.
Letting go abruptly, she sank down with a startled gasp, her hands flying up to rest against his chest. Their eyes closed with pleasure as he picked her up once more and dropped her to the hilt onto his erection. She wiggled her hips from side to side, sometimes throwing him off with a circular motion as he started to thrust up into her pliable body.
Reaching down with her hand, she found the lever that tilted the chair back and pulled it. Dipping back suddenly, both agents found themselves lying almost horizontal as he found a bit more purchase to thrust up with their new position. Her hands reclaimed their place on his pectorals, fingernails digging into his skin as she rocked back to meet his cock.
The pleasure intensified, and Vaughn's eyes opened momentarily to focus on his lover as she sat perched above him. Cursing himself for not releasing what hid behind the sexy black lace, he watched as her half-covered breasts bounced in an almost taunting fashion. Giving in to the temptation, his mouth latched around one of the jiggling mounds, the hot moistness of his tongue contrasted the cool fabric and made her gasp.
Her hands instantly left from their perch on his chest and moved to the arms of the squeaking chair. This gave them a bit more leverage for deeper penetration, and as he bottomed out he knew the end was near.
He redoubled his efforts, tilting farther back in the creaking chair to push his thrusting hard-on farther into her velvet box, their groans and harsh whispers echoing in the large, empty conference room. Alternating between pushing up with his hips and pulling her down with his hands, coupled with her rotating hips, they toppled over the edge; she with a high pitched mewl that vaguely sounded like his name, and he with a hoarse shout as she milked his orgasm from him slowly.
The intense aftershocks passed quickly, her body flat over his with her face buried into his neck. She pulled away a few moments later, brushing a loving kiss to his mouth with swollen lips, her eyes opening slowly. He studied her face for a minute, seeing the beautiful brown of her eyes and the purple hue shining around the iris.
"You're beautiful," his voice was a deep, ragged whisper; she pressed up to get closer to him by using the armrests, hearing a creaking groan before they gave way.
With a startled gasp – her hands being her only support other than Vaughn's body below her – she slammed forward into his chest, which, in turn, forced him back against the tilted back of the chair. Their combined weight with the pressure against the small metal rod bent it backwards at an odd, unfixable angle.
"Good God, we broke the chair," he grunted, hearing her laugh and joining her.
Unfortunately, with both of their bodies upsetting the balance of the chair, and Vaughn lifting his legs to try and help steady his breathless girlfriend gave the wheels a chance to roll. Sliding back in a rush they plowed into the – thankfully – carpeted floor, Vaughn's head slamming into the ground as Sydney's knees landed with two harsh thumps on either side of his hips.
The chairs back was imbedded in his spine, underneath his rib cage, forcing the air from his lungs as they lay sprawled on the floor.
Just as they thought the end of their adventurous sex couldn't get any worse, the door to the conference room flew open. Thankfully they were lying with their sides mostly facing the door. Due to their rush in the beginning, most of their clothes were still in tact. Still, Sydney's hand flew to her hip and tugged the torn skirt down until at least half of her backside was barely covered.
"Oh…oh God…I didn't-" Marshall's stutter drew their eyes to the staring techie standing with saucer-sized eyes. "I hadn't realized this room was…ah…being – used…for some," he paused with a gulp, holding up a folder to cover his eyes as he sashayed sideways to the computer at the end of the table. Fumbling around on the side of the machine he located and unplugged the USB cable before making his way out of the room without chancing another glance at the sprawled couple in an extremely compromising situation.
"Well," Vaughn smirked, seeing Sydney's bright red face turn from the empty doorway to look at his own astonished eyes. "That'll make for interesting office gossip," he laughed.
She grinned with a groan, leaning down and shoving her face into his chest as the door opened once more and a camera flashed.
"Hoo hoo! Marshall's stuttering wasn't enough to describe this one!" Weiss busted as he snapped a one more photo of the wide-eyed couple, leaving just as quickly as he'd entered.
"Fucking Eric," Vaughn growled, disentangling himself from Sydney as she tried to free her legs from the toppled chair, Weiss' laughter still echoing as the doors closed completely.
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