By: Juliebee

Prompts: Geek, Secretary, Technology

Pairing E/B AH

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Fuck.

What the hell was I doing here at 5:30 on a Saturday morning?

I had just left this hellhole at midnight, and now I was back again like the sucker I was.

The incompetents responsible for the clusterfuck that I was attempting to repair were most likely snugly tucked into their beds, sleeping and oblivious to the fact that they had purchased an off-the-shelf computer application that would be the beginning of the end of their foray into the world of e-business.

I sighed, resigned to the fact that I was looking forward to at least fifteen hours of attempting to make sense of the evil of Bill Gates and Windows.

One of the most unfortunate consequences of the victory of Satan/Gates was that other applications were forced into bastardization to conform to the horror of Windows. My own work, done at home and away from the corporate miscreants haunting my day job, was proudly developed with Linux and Macintosh. I had to swallow my pride - and all of my good sense - in order to pay the bills, but I hated myself for conforming.

The good news for today was that I was alone, and no one would be hovering over me asking ridiculous questions. I leaned back in my chair, lifting my arms and stretching. I was tired, but it was nothing that a cup of coffee or ten couldn't cure.

I walked down the dimly lit hallway towards the vending machine, deep in thought and head down, when I crashed directly into something warm and soft.

"Oh gosh," the sweetest voice in the world exclaimed. "I'm so sorry, Edward!"

Standing before me was the bright light in my usually gray and cloudy world. Bella Swan, the gorgeous administrative assistant to my asshole boss. I didn't know much about her, other than that she was hot as fuck. Unfortunately, she was one of them. The Enemy.

She was a Microsoft Lover.

I had had the hots for Bella since she had started at Volturi International four months ago, but I had never really spoken much to her. She spent her time either running errands for our boss or studiously typing Word documents on her Dell PC.

A shame, really, that such a luscious piece of ass fell so easily in line with the rest of the clones.

These thoughts went through my mind in a nanosecond. So confident on the inside, in reality I was a fucking dork that could barely bleat out a sentence around this girl. Who was I kidding that I ignored her out of a sense of principle? The truth was I became completely at a loss at the sight of her.

She looked at me, those round brown eyes boring into mine, and I lost myself.

And by "losing myself" I meant "popped a raging boner."

"Uhhhm," I articulately replied. I was a smooth fucker.

Her sweet lips, plump and pink, lifted slightly in a pretty smile. My dick further swelled in response.

"I heard Felix talking about the implementation problems yesterday," she blushed slightly. "I figured that I would find you here this weekend, and I thought that maybe I could keep you company." She said this almost as a question as I took in her beauty, in awe of the fact that she had ever thought of me at all.

I shrugged, trying desperately to be nonchalant, all the while my mind screaming that she wanted to be here. With me!

The information wasn't computing, so I thought of a hundred other reasons that she would show up at the office on her day off. Maybe she had a deadline to make; maybe she didn't like being in the building alone and figured that having an extra person around would keep her safe. She didn't really come in at the crack of dawn just to see me.

Did she?

Her blush deepened. Curious, I looked down and saw that she held a package in her slightly shaking hands. She held it out to me.

"I was at the mall last night with a friend," she began timidly, "and I saw something that reminded me of you. I hope you don't mind."

Two things entered my mind simultaneously. One, I wanted to know what "friend" she was at the mall with. A guy? The thought made my blood boil.

Secondly, she had thought of me? And brought me a gift?

She handed me the package, smiling sheepishly and looking up at me through her long, thick lashes. "I know we don't know each other," she began, "but I hear you talking to yourself in your cube, and I think you're really funny."

Well this was just fucking embarrassing. She heard me talk to myself? I didn't recall ever saying anything funny. In fact, all I ever did was bitch about work. Most recently, I had been endlessly complaining about the Windows NT servers that were a complete travesty, beyond aggravated that the company would not convert to UNIX. I wasn't sure what she had heard, but I was quite sure that whatever it was made me seem like an antisocial, and possibly deranged, misfit. And maybe even a serial killer.

Mortified, I stammered, "Uhhh …thanks?"

Carefully tearing the wrapping paper, I pulled out a black tee shirt, emblazoned with a phrase that seemed to cause every ounce of blood in my body to surge to my cock:

Bow before me, for I am root.

If I thought I had a hard-on before, it was nothing compared to the titanium-like junk I was packing now. She was a fucking UNIX girl.

I contemplated the not-so-subtle message that she conveyed with her gift. The implication was one that few would understand. Since the whole world was run by Gates and his minions, there was only a small minority that had the ability to appreciate the sheer brilliance of a UNIX operating system. Bella clearly understood this concept, since the shirt that she purchased was a total and complete nod to the superiority of UNIX and a slap in the face to the legions of mindless Windows sheep. As root, you could do anything on a UNIX server. You were "god" of that server, Lord of its entire dominion.

And I would lord over Bella.

Grabbing her shoulders, I pushed myself into her, trapping her against the wall. I smashed my lips to hers, unable and unwilling to control myself. I had jerked off to thoughts of her countless times, always slightly disappointed knowing that she was an ordinary Microsoft follower. To find out that we were kindred spirits, that she detested the evil empire as much as I, and that she was so fucking smart sent me into a frenzy.

"Take your pants off," I growled, dropping the gift and grinding myself against her. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue darting out and meeting mine, her hot breath ghosting over my lips.

She moaned as I grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it roughly over her head. I could see her hardened nipples through her thin lace bra, and I leaned down to lightly bite one through the silky material. Her hips involuntarily bucked in return, and I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and bury myself balls deep.

She pushed me away, stepping in front of me and guiding me to lean back against the wall. Instead of removing her trousers, she reached for my Darth Vader belt buckle, unclasping it and slowly lowering my zipper. I gasped as she slid my jeans and boxers down my legs, leaving them tangled around my ankles.

She sank to her knees, looking up at me with reverence in her eyes. I swallowed thickly, my breath caught in my throat, running my fingers through her satiny waves.

She squeezed my cock, flicking the tip of her tongue lightly over my head, and whispered, "I want to please you."

I groaned involuntarily as she languidly ran her mouth from base to tip, her eyes locked on mine. Leaving wet, open mouthed kisses in her wake, she hovered her mouth just over my hot skin, teasing me nearly to the point of no return.

I leaned my head back against the corridor wall, my eyes rolling back in my head as I experienced the most decadent sensations imaginable. She continued to lick and suck and kiss my cock, breathily moaning and telling me how much she needed it, wanted it, dreamed of it.

Squeezing me with one hand and surrounding my dick with her moistened lips, she ran her other hand up my thigh and lightly massaged my balls. Surprised, I nearly jumped out of my skin and involuntarily pushed even deeper into her mouth.

She moaned, making the most deliciously erotic sounds as I guided her deeper and deeper. I felt my orgasm approaching, barreling up and out of me like a freight train, and as I reached my climax I gripped her hair tightly, pushing her into me and circling my hips against her face in hard thrusts.

"Suck it, baby," I groaned, unable to stop myself. "Swallow my cum." This was every filthy fantasy that I had ever experienced rolled up into one exquisite moment, and I savored it for everything it was worth. After all, I wasn't sure that Bella would ever even talk to me again.

Bella did as she was told, taking everything I had to offer, and as I came down, panting heavily, she pulled her mouth away from me and looked up at me yet again with those expressive doe eyes.

I stroked her cheek gently, and she closed her eyes, leaning into my palm. I dropped to my knees before her, and gave her a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. She had relieved me all of the tension that had been building for weeks, and I felt immense gratitude for the feeling of utter contentment that enveloped me.

"Thank you," I said, composing myself. "That was the best present ever."

She smiled, her previously bashful demeanor no longer evident.

"You're so very welcome, Edward," she grinned. "I bow to your root."

She stood up, holding out her hand and clasping it in mine. "Now let's get back to your desk. I have an idea for a project plan to help you normalize the data, and you'll be happy to know that I wrote it on a CERAM Tatung Sun clone system with an EMACS text editor. No Microsoft products were used, baby."

And with that, I was gone. She had me at UNIX, and I knew that my life would never be the same.