Short quick little blurb, short time constraints today… *headdesk* Hope to be more productive tomorrow :D


Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: ORIGINAL

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: What would be going on in the mind of a young office assistant biting her nails?

They had been in there for a long time, and that could not be good.

We had tried to stop, even so far as to cease socializing with each other outside of work. Yet that only made it worse.

I still saw him every single day as he strolled through the office, delivering documents from department to department. He'd always offer me a friendly wink, which I reciprocated with a blush. Every woman on our floor ogled and whispered about 'sexy messenger boy', from his gorgeous smile to the sculpted outline of his chest beneath those polo shirts, to his endlessly long legs that led to his slender hips and firm ass.

Yes, there was no denying that he was a sight indeed.

But upon hire here, you were informed of the policy concerning inter-office relationships; 'highly discouraged', ie. 'don't do it'.

Yet the chemistry between us was unmistakable and undeniable, no matter how hard we fought against it.

The first time had been in the copy room. He was standing beside me and just the scent of him was driving me wild with desire. And when his hand brushed mine, I was done for. I took his face in both my hands, bringing his lips to mine, and before I realized what was happening, he was standing behind me with his hardened length pressing against my ass.

"Oh fuck yes," I moaned and he swung the door closed, reaching over to lock it as his lips moved along my neck.

I'd never seen the appeal of 'quickies' before that day with him, but quickly learned it first hand. As he unfastened his pants enough to free himself and rose my skirt up the back of my legs, I felt an arousal I'd never experienced before as he shifted my panties aside while he leaned me forward against the copy machine.

He took me from behind and it was all I could do not to scream out in pleasure with each thrust. He felt so fucking good; I never wanted him to stop.

When he finally did and we stood gazing at each other as we straightened our clothes, we made a silent agreement never to let it happen again and never speak of it.

That lasted all of three days, until we were passing in the long hallway and I felt his hand take mine, pulling me into the vacant bathroom beside us.

"We can't," I panted against his lips as my hand traitorously fisted in his hair, pulling him closer.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you once. Please," he replied breathily, lifting my leg to hitch around his hip, pressing me back against the door.

That time, I unzipped his pants and took him into my hand, guiding him inside me.

It had continued this way for months now; no matter how hard we tried to stay away from each other, it always led to desperation of needing to be together. Until we gave up the fight entirely, yet still snuck around.

And now here I was, pacing in front of a close office door and biting my nail, after being caught in a heated kiss with him in the stairwell after tearfully telling him that I was pregnant.

The door suddenly opened and he stepped out, offering me a weak smile yet that told me everything I needed to know.

He'd been fired.

I heard the voices beside me calling to me as my eyes remained on him walking down the hallway, but I paid them little mind.

"I'm leaving," I said carelessly, and glanced to their shocked expressions. "Whether you fire me or I quit. I love him, and I'm leaving."