V takes a stab at sneaking. It doesn't exactly work according to plan. SR1!

Sneaking wasn't her thing. She could do it sure, but if there was anyone that gravitated towards that lone twig, or hit a set of chimes, it would be her. That didn't stop her from trying of course, but she accepted that it could blow up in her face. And badly, at that.

This time she didn't have to worry about her horrible demise, however. But she still didn't want to botch it, because sneaking up on Troy was a rarity. He kept his eyes up and on everything like a hawk, so when she slipped in through the open door to the LTs' shared office, she didn't expect to find his back turned. The smoke from his cigarette drifted into the air as he remained focused on the papers in front of him, and when she managed to close the door behind her with a small creak, she waited to hear him call out to her. Nothing but silence followed as he flipped another sheet over, so once she was sure he was distracted, she took her first few steps closer.

Tiptoeing over, as quietly as she could manage, she crept forward at a snail's pace. One wrong step onto an old floorboard and her efforts would be a complete waste.

Her teeth dug into her lip as she took one step, then another. No sounds were made, her lungs were starting to burn from holding her breath, but she could take it. All she had to do was cross another foot and she'd be golden.

"V?"

She froze, literally inches from his back.

He raised the cigarette to his lips and didn't bother to turn. "I know you're there."

V groaned and stood up straight. "Seriously. Was it the creak?"

"Kind of." Troy glanced over his shoulder and gave her a wry grin. "You didn't immediately charge in and prop your feet up on the shit I was working on, so Johnny was out. Dex at least knocks if the door's closed half the time, so he was out as well."

"So I was a sure bet?"

"Close enough." He moved his eyes over her as he took a long draw off of his cigarette and exhaled. "Might've hoped for it, though."

"Really?" The corner of her mouth rose as he turned back to the paperwork scattered across his desk, and she placed her hands on the back of his chair. "That bored, chief?"

"Bored's a little strong. Just-" Her fingers grazed the skin right above the collar of his polo, and his breath caught. "…Busy."

She tugged the collar back slightly, and grazed his upper back with the tip of her fingernail. "Real busy, judging from that mess, eh?"

"Enough. Thought I'd get a head start before it piled up again."

"So, it's not urgent?" She pressed her lips to his skin and flicked her tongue out. "Super serious?"

"No," Troy replied, leaning into it. "Not one fucking bit."

Sucking lightly on the spot, she heard his shaky inhale, and traveled to the side of his neck. The small tugs with her lips and teeth had him reaching back for her, nearly knocking her hat right off. He placed it onto the table, and tangled his hand in her hair shortly after, the grip tightening just enough to make her suck harder.

"I don't know what it is with you," she breathed, catching his earlobe between her teeth. "I see you bent over this shit, and I just can't help it."

He let out a short laugh. "You've gotta fuck with me?"

"Well, it'd be a damn shame not to try. You get this dead serious expression on your face, like you'll never smile again, and I can't deal with it. Like it's my sworn duty to make a fool out of myself until you do."

"That's a noble cause."

V grinned against his neck, and it grew wider when she caught a glimpse of his own. "I thought so too. Though you know you can always tell me to come back later. To try again when we're not in danger of having some extra company."

He put his cigarette out, and leaned back to cup her chin. "You could."

"Would be pretty wise. I mean, someone could come waltzing in any second now."

The look in his eyes, the one that dared her to keep on going, remained strong as he wet his lips. "Gotta be quick then. And quiet."

"Quiet's not exactly my strong suit."

"True. Want to try?"

When Troy drew her down, she met him eagerly. Kissed him roughly as he grabbed for her shoulders, and her fingers wound into his hair. He tried to tease, even when he opened his mouth to her, but when her tongue slid against his, he pulled her closer. Tried to get her onto his lap as she leaned over him, but she didn't budge. V kept on moving her tongue, as she angled her head to kiss him deeper, and sucked gently on his lower lip.

When his low moan finally slipped out, she nipped at him. "Careful," she chided, pulling back. "That rule goes both ways, you know."

Breathing hard, he gave her a look before hooking his fingers in the pockets of her shorts. He twisted in his seat so that he was facing her directly, and guided her forward with a single tug. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his mouth to her stomach, then higher, trailing warm kisses over the thin material of her red tank top. Each one lingered, and made her want to strip the thing off so she could feel that heat directly against her skin, but she waited. Made herself do so while biting back any response to the way he was touching her, because this location should've screamed bad idea to them.

The fact that this one didn't – like so many of the others she'd already shared with him - had her head spinning, and left her giddy with excitement as she tried to stay calm, but couldn't. Not with him glancing up at her like he was, those eyes of his making her want to pull him out of his chair so they could make better use of the desk. She'd thought it over more than once. Spent probably more time than necessary dreaming about it while touching herself, and the idea of him actually taking her over it only made her flush deeper.

He drew the zipper to her shorts down just enough to start sliding them over her hips, and he leaned forward to move his mouth over her skin. Hooking the corner of her underwear, Troy moved it just enough to suck at the skin over her hipbone, working at it for a solid minute until she was sure there would be a mark later that day. That had her nails going into his shoulders, but when his tongue ran over the same spot, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. A loud curse slipped out, but he didn't go straight into a lecture. He only moved his hand between her legs, and pressed his fingers firmly into the denim. Rocking with him, it didn't take long for her hums to turn into sharp gasps, and when his mouth went back to her skin, she wondered if he would actually do it. Get her perched up and on the corner of the desk like she'd fantasized about before, his hand between her legs instead of hers.

A loud whistle from the inside of the church made her jump away with a jolt, and after exchanging a panicked look with Troy, her eyes went straight to the closed door. Fumbling at her shorts as he straightened his clothes out, she knew her face was red. Completely blazing red, judging from how much heat was coming off of it, and she grabbed her hat and pulled the brim down low before booking it towards the exit.

The door flew open before she could touch the handle, but she didn't wait long. Just pushed right on past Johnny and hoped like hell he didn't get a good look at her.