This is pretty much pure smut.
99. Couch
The office is deserted except for them and all Reyna can hear is harsh panting and the sound of their clothes being shed.
"Leo," she murmurs against his lips, wondering why she's saying anything at all because this feels so good. "We should- anyone could-"
He pulls back from her, and she shifts from where she's straddling him on the couch. "You want to stop?"
She hesitates because for gods' sakes their in her office, which is not the most private of places in this building, and she knows other people come in at random times some nights and it would just be like it if they got caught-
"No," she breathes and then she can't say anything else because she's moaning at the feeling of his lips on her neck, moving hungrily down, farther and farther.
Her jacket's off, then her blouse and she's down to her bra. Leo groans in appreciation at what he sees, Reyna's hands are just as frantic, moving under his shirt to feel at skin and Leo is always warm but right now he feels like he's burning, fire under her touch; but the office is cold and Reyna doesn't mind.
His shirt is worked from his arms to rest forgotten behind him and she touches anywhere she can before moving her hands to the back of his neck and pulling his lips to hers because she needs to taste him.
Their tongues meet and it's a battle, one she wins, before she's drowning. She must be, because she feels like she's floating and sinking all at once and this, this is like a drug to her.
It's gotten to the point where she can't pretend this doesn't mean something to her anymore, that it's just a casual fling between a superior and a worker. She loves this and can't seem to get enough of Leo. Hades, she practically dragged him in here just now before they ended up a sweaty mess on her sofa.
She's working at his belt buckle while their lips are attacking one another's and Leo's panting, groaning and swearing at her once she gets past it, sticking her hand in his boxers and finding hardness there.
Leo's forehead comes to rest on her bare shoulder as her hand works and despite the angle Reyna knows she's doing well because she can hear it from his lips against her skin.
Before he can really fall apart though she takes her hand away and grinds down, her underwear against his length and they're both breathless now, nothing between them but pure want.
Finally they're both done with waiting, and Leo shoves her underwear aside, allowing her to envelop him and yes, that's it, this is what she wants, this is what she craves.
It's not gentle, it's quick and messy but they're both shaking and sweaty when it's over and Reyna mewls a little when she comes off her high.
"Amazing," Leo whispers, so quiet she almost doesn't hear it, and then he kisses her temple, making her smile against his skin.
They're only like this just after, otherwise it's quick glances, dirty text messages and scorn to one another. She looks down on him for not being more than the office mechanic and he thinks she's a stuck up manager.
They're not meant to be together.
That doesn't stop them- it only makes it better.