Chapter 2

It was Rose's lunch hour, and she searched in vain for John to inquire about what his mid-morning visit was all about. Why was he missing? Had she not done exactly what John wanted her to do? Did she not react in the way he wanted her to? Now, even more frustrated than this morning as well as worried, she picked up her tea and sandwich from the cafeteria and returned to her office.

Meanwhile John knew that Rose would want to have lunch with him so he had hidden in a stairwell near her office. As he watched her leave, he waited for her to check his office and then enter the nearby lift; it's tell-tale hum letting him hear what he could not see. Feeling confident that she was gone, he left the stairwell and went to her office. The door was locked but, with the sonic he'd built with scavenged Torchwood technology, he easily unlocked it and slipped inside. Locking the door behind him, he momentarily leaned against it wondering if he was going to be able to see his plan to fruition. He thought to himself, You're a Time Lord (well, at least half of one). Patience is something carved into your psyche! With that thought, he felt his confidence renewed. He quickly entered an office closet, leaving the door just slightly ajar and waited for her return.

Rose settled into her office chair, took off her heels and propped her feet up on the window ledge, sipping her tea while remembering her arousal from John's unexpected morning visit. The feel of his warm, soft lips against the sensitive skin on the underside of her arm, the heat that flowed off his body like a warm breeze enveloping her, making her damp all over again. John caught the scent of her arousal and quietly left the confines of his hiding place. Upon seeing her, stretched out and relaxed, he slowly pulled the visitors chair from opposite her desk (admittedly not as quietly has he'd like to have), and moved it to her side of the desk, startling her out of her thoughts. She turned her head to see him moving the chair toward her. He quickly pressed his finger to his lip, a sly grin showing from behind his finger.

He moved the chair so it was just at her feet while he stared longingly at the entirety of her. He slowly sank down into the chair, taking one foot in his hand; sliding his long fingers around her tiny foot. Using skills he learned from one of the many pleasure planets he'd visited in his millennium of life, he began sensuously drawing his fingers up and over the pad of her foot, hitting all of the pressure points he could recall. A low, comforting moan left her lips, the air carrying the sound like a whisper on the wind. It reached the recesses of his mind, stroking him in a way that made him involuntarily return the sound to her. "Need to stay in control...," he heard in his head. He had momentarily forgotten how the sounds she made affected him. To quiet himself, he lifted her foot to his lips, laying slow kisses to each of her toes in turn, loving the feeling the stockings left on his lips. John languidly kissed her entire foot and ankle, then set her foot on the seat of his chair just a little too close to his crotch. He took her other foot in hand and began to massage it in the same fashion as the first. Almost too late, he realized his vulnerability and that she might use this position to her advantage. At that thought Rose stretched, digging her heel into this pants, pressing against the tightened area he had been working so hard to control. He peeked up at her and found her with a dreamy look in her eyes, and that little pink tongue of hers pressed to the back of her teeth, panting just a bit. In order not to lose his mind and take her right there against the window, he slid his chair back, stood and left the room.

Rose watched quietly as he left, mouth hanging open, letting her eyes roam down his back, stopping at his bum as he left the room shutting the door behind him. Was he angry with her for pushing against him? She hadn't meant to... it just sort of happened! She was now so distracted by whatever John was up to, she knew she wouldn't get much done that day.

Once John had disappeared into the stairwell he had recently hidden in, he leaned against the door, trying to talk himself down from his raging erection before he walked down the hall to his office. It felt three times as long as it truly was (the hall, that is), and he nearly ran to hide in his office, away from the prying eyes of his co-workers. Keeping himself in check was far more difficult than he expected, considering how aroused Rose made him just by being near her... He cursed his human side!

Once inside, he notice he had been pressing the heel of his own hand against his rather tight suit pants. John quickly headed to the en suite sink, splashing his face with cold water, trying to think of things that might relieve his current situation. Once the vision of Rose's mother Jackie entered his mind, he deflated rather quickly. He had to try and get some work, any work, done today!

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