Sting
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"So what is this?"
Beast Boy laughed as she stared at the meal he brought her with confusion. "It's a portobello burger. They take the cap off the mushroom, stuff it with cheese, deep fry it and put in on bun." He laughed and pushed hers closer to her, trying to egg her on just a little bit. "Come on, Rae. It's just a mushroom, and you'll enjoy it. I promise."
She rolled her eyes and bit down into her meal tentatively. There was a long pause as she chewed cautiously, and Beast Boy swore he saw her eyes light up just a little. "Okay, it's not bad. Maybe you're right."
"Of course I am. It's a mushroom stuffed with cheese, how can you not like it?" He stared at her for a moment, his smile suddenly falling as she continued to eat her lunch. It took the joke and the quiet around them for him to realize that this was their first, real almost date… ever. Raven deserved better than this; roses and candlelit dinners, and a carriage ride around central park. Not take out and sitting at her desk at work while they both avoided the obvious tension and awkwardness staring them in the face. Something sour rose up into his throat as he stared down at his half-eaten meal. This wasn't much of a first date.
Well, besides what he was planning for her later.
Raven eyed him carefully. "Your emotions are all over the place, Gar. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Promise." He shrugged off his discomfort and confusion, and forced a smile on his face. "Just tired. I've been up almost thirty hours straight, Rae. You can't expect me to be mentally sound all the time. Especially not now."
Raven raised an eyebrow and returned to her lunch. "I can't expect you to be mentally sound at any time."
Beast Boy rolled his eyes, but a genuine smirk replaced the forced smile. "So… how've you been?"
"Fine?" She shrugged, raising a confused eyebrow. "I slept while you were gone and then I went to work... and here I am. At work. Eating lunch. With you." There was another lull in the conversation as she finished her meal and threw the packaging away. "How was Cy?"
"Good." He shrugged and leaned back in the folding chair he sat on. "We saw a movie and then met Speedy at the bar."
"Oh." Her face fell and she instinctively reached for a file on her desk to hide her disappointment. "You didn't… find a fangirl, did you?"
Beast Boy jerked back, surprised that her mind had even journeyed there. "Of course not, Raven!" He fought against an offended glare, knowing that his reputation preceded him and he knew Raven wasn't one to trust easily anyway. He took a long breath and reached across the desk for her hand. "I wouldn't. Not now."
Color filled her face, but she choose not to say anything, and instead continued to work away. Minutes passed and she glanced up at him, as he watching her intently obviously waiting for the next question. "You didn't say anything… about us… to Cy did you?"
"No." He shrugged and fidgeted with a pencil on her desk. "I figured we'd try and take this one day at a time, and our friends don't need to know until we figure this out ourselves. He's my best friend, but he doesn't have to know everything."
"I appreciate that. I know it must be hard keeping secrets from him." She reached for another file and opened it. Beast Boy sat there, content to watch her work. Minutes passed and Tchaikovsky filled the air again, lulling Raven back into her normal routine.
And into a false sense of security.
Beast Boy smiled slowly, an idea filling his head. Without another word, he moved behind her, and slid under her desk.
"Garfield Logan!"
Ah, the full name. She was either shocked or pissed off. Not that it worried him.
"What are you…" Her words trailed off as she felt him tugging at her skirt, bunching it up around her waist as he pushed her legs apart. He slowly ran his fingertips down the inside of her thighs to her ankles and back up again, before his hands bit into her flesh and pulled her body to the edge of the chair and into a better position for him.
"Just keep working, Rae… pretend I'm not even here."
"That's kind of hard when your face is buried between my legs."
"Oh, that's not happening just yet." He kissed her knee. "I plan on teasing you a little first."
He heard the almost inaudible hitch in her breath as he kissed her other knee, his fingers trailing along her thighs. He reached up and unsnapped one of the fasteners from her garter belt to her stockings, taking as much time as he could. Silence filled the air and he smiled as she fidgeted under his touch.
"Raven… you're not working." He unsnapped the other fastener and slowly rolled her nylon stocking down her leg. "You're not getting paid to just sit around and let me eat you out, are you?" He waited for the shocked breath before continuing. "Well, then you better keep working, or you might get fired for not meeting your daily quota."
"Gar…" Her breath trembled, but he could hear the uneven, nervous tapping of her fingertips on her keyboard, as the second act of Swan Lake played in the background.
He kissed back up her leg before letting his hand reach out and touch her center with an almost nonexistent, feather-light caress. She was dripping wet, and that made him grin in satisfaction. He hadn't even touched her yet, and she was already ready for him. Ego boost for sure.
He unsnapped the other fasteners on her stocking and rolled them down her leg, taking time to indulge in the pleasure of touching her soft, smooth skin. He had a feeling that he would never get tired of just touching her. She was so damn responsive and excitable that it was always like a new game for him. His fingers trailed back up her legs, followed by his tongue. He could taste the sweat on her skin mingled with hormones, and creating a cocktail that was damn near intoxicating to his hyper-sensitive senses.
Raven whimpered, shifting in her seat to get closer to him.
That's it. He thought. Come deeper into the lion's den.
He kissed the inside on her thighs before running his tongue along her core, listening to the hitch in her breath mingling with the soft music of Tchaikovsky that spilled from her computer's speakers to pool around him. The whole experience was beyond erotic to him, he could only imagine what Raven was thinking. He kissed her skin gently before pressing a finger into her core, just enough to tease her.
"Gar…"
He felt her nervousness and reservation at doing something so forbidden in her office, but really, what did she expect when she went to work pantiless? It wasn't like he was going to completely ignore the fact that he could take advantage of her at any moment.
He moved slowly, letting her have time to adjust before he removed his hand and replaced it with his tongue. She moaned, and her typing ceased altogether as her spine unraveled and she leaned back into her chair. Beast Boy nipped at her clit before pulling away, clicking his tongue at her as if she'd been naughty.
"Keep working, Raven, or I'm not going to finish."
"You wouldn't..."
"Try me."
He felt her anger at being teased like that, but her fingertips returned to the keyboard, and she hummed along with the music to try and keep her mind focused on anything other than Beast Boy. He nipped at her again, pushing her legs wider to stab as deep as he could, working his magic. She was quivering around his mouth, so close to the edge, but unable to fall over.
And then heard the barely audible begging from her lips. "Please…"
And then the door opened.
Shit. They really were going to get caught.
Beast Boy pulled away, making sure his body was completely hidden from the newcomer who decided that now was a good time to walk in. He cursed silently against the skin of her knee, debating for a moment about whether or not he should stop. She was so fucking close, it seemed like such a shame to waste her emotions and passion now.
It was in this brief moment of lucidity that Beast Boy suddenly remembered a prank from one of his favorite movies, and immediately decided that now was as good a time as any to play "Straight Face" with Raven. A smile peeled across his lips. If they were going down, they were going down in flames. He pulled away for a second, letting her think he was going to stop, waiting for the approaching footsteps to come just a bit closer.
"Miss Roth."
Lick.
"Mr. Darby. What can I help you with?" Her voice trembled just slightly and her legs tried to push Beast Boy away, but his shoulders between her knees kept her from moving very far.
"Routine workplace inspection, Miss Roth. I'm sorry you were picked out of the bunch, I know you've worked very hard to put the file warehouse back into some semblance of cohesion."
Beast Boy pushed his fingers back inside her body, feeling her muscles tense around him. She was still ready for him, still dripping wet, and he wanted nothing more than to drag her to the floor and take her in every position he could possibly think of.
But, they had company. Unfortunately.
"Oh. Take a look around, Mr. Darby. Let me know if you have any questions."
"Of course." The footsteps moved away, meandering through the maze of filing cabinets.
Beast Boy took this moment of peace to spear her with his tongue again, hearing her whimper into the back of her hand, as if she was trying to cover a cough. Her hand reached beneath the desk slowly, so she didn't draw attention to her movements, and pushed at his forehead. He gave a low growl and nipped at her fingers before taking them into her mouth and sucking on the flesh.
She yelped and pulled her hand away.
"Miss Roth?" The footsteps returned. "Is something wrong?"
"No, Mr. Darby!" Her voice shook. "I just realized I had a run in my new stockings."
"Oh. My wife complains about those all the time, but I've never had the experience." He moved even closer. "Have you tried stopping them with clear nail polish? That's what Clarice does when she's can't change her stockings."
Jesus. Who cared about stockings? Wouldn't this guy just get the fuck out already? His lover was two seconds away from losing it and he wanted to take her now, preferably with no one watching them. Although he was hot enough to not care. Beast Boy pushed two fingers deep into her core and twisted his tongue around her clit, tasting her flesh as she trembled beneath him.
"I never thought of that. I'll have to keep a bottle in my desk from now on."
"Well, glad I could help." There was a pause and his footsteps moved to the other side of the cavernous office. "You started here about six months ago, right, Miss Roth?"
Beast Boy slid his tongue around her clit again, adding a third finger to her core.
"Yes." Her voice trembled just slightly. "I did."
"You've done a great job."
Hell yes she did. He had to hand it to her, Best Boy really didn't think she could have kept a straight face for as long as she did. But her self control wasn't going to last much longer, he could taste it on her. His mouth sealed around her center, and he removed his fingers, wanting to taste her as she careened over the edge.
"I appreciate all the hard work you've given the company." There was a slow pause and he moved toward the door. "Everything appears to be in order, Miss Roth. Thank you for letting me look around, I won't keep you from your work anymore."
"Thank you, Mr. Darby."
The slightest shake in her voice was the only indication that she had fallen over the precipice. Beast Boy felt her muscles tremble around his mouth and her hands gripped her mouse so tight that it shattered under her fingertips. Silent curses in languages Beast Boy had never heard of fell from her lips as her legs tightened around his shoulders.
When the door finally closed, signalling Mr. Darby had left, he dragged her to the ground, pushing her chair out of the way. Beast Boy released his erection and speared her before her body even had a chance to come down from her orgasm. Her hips met his fervent thrusts, fingers burying in his hair and running down his back.
She was so fucking tight, to the point that it almost hurt to make love to her.
Almost.
He grabbed her hips and pushed himself inside her relentlessly, and they both knew that neither of them would last long. She buried her mouth into his neck and bit, screaming into his sweat soaked skin as he lost his well-placed control. He buried himself to the hilt and hissed her name from between clenched teeth as her hands desperately raked over his t-shirt.
Moments passed and he finally pulled away, smiling into her face.
She glared up at him. "Don't ever do that again."
He licked up her pulse, feeling her core still tremble around him. "We'll see."
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Office smut and "Straight Face" ... you're welcome?
Anyway, thanks for putting up with me for another chapter, let me know what you think!