The Blue Dress
Chapter Sixteen: Those Black Heels

Jason leaned back in the chair as a glass of scotch dangled between his fingers, his eyes watching the little white light of the copy machine as it slid document after document, the noise squealing and a little painful. He looked around the office for a clock, but saw nothing. What time was it anyway? Ten? Eleven? Too late to be at the office, that was for sure. But what was he going to do, go home and drink alone as he watched bad movies on TV? What a waste.

He took another drink and for a moment he seriously considered maybe asking that cute little red-head in marketing out for a date, but that was stupid. She probably had a boyfriend anyway, and she was too naive for him. Raven on the other hand…

Jason cursed and let his head fell back against his shoulders, growling under his breath as he tapped his fingers on the glass in his hand. He wasn't anticipating on her turning the tables on him like that. Not when he had her wrapped between his fingertips, playing with herself. He was left clutching the phone, gasping for breath as his erection strained painfully against his pants as a crude reminder that they were both ruthless in this game of theirs. He honestly thought he had her, hearing that sweet, gasping breath on the other line, and then he felt the world pulled out from under his feet and he just stared.

And now what was she doing? Having a date with Garfield Logan… and probably fucking his brains out. Had she worn the same outfit to her date that she had worn in the office? That white, tight pencil skirt that showed off her ass? And was she riding him, that skirt pushed up past her hips in a hasty need to forget Jason? The thought of her crawling over him, riding Garfield's hips with the same wild abandon she had rode his fingers, it made him sick.God damnit. Jason downed the rest of his scotch and glared at the copy machine with vitriol, as if his entire situation was the machine's fault.

"You're here late."

He picked up his head and wiped at his eyes, trying to see if she was an alcoholic hallucination or real. No, Raven was real, and she was standing in front of him with that piercing stare. His eyes drifted down to her, and he saw her wearing a dark green swing skirt and those perfectly prim, black heels.

Jason scrambled to sit up, trying not to look surprised at her arrival. "Hey."

She lifted an eyebrow, obviously stunned at such a casual greeting. "Articulate."

"I always am after two glasses of scotch." He pushed at his hair and looked down into his empty glass. God, what was he doing? "I apologize, I wasn't expecting anyone to come by. I'm just making copies for the report."

She looked over at the copy machine. "I see that."

Jason shrugged and set the glass on a table behind him before looking back into her face, his lips twitching. Her mouth was a little swollen, and there was a small bite mark on her collar - not his mark. Something twisted and dark rose up into his stomach and he looked away, wishing that there was more scotch in his empty glass. How could he just… he forced himself to stop thinking. She wasn't his, and she wouldn't ever be his. This was a gamebetween them, that was all.

"Your date seems to have gone well." His eyes flicked to that damnable bite again.

Raven flushed and looked away, pulling the collar of her coat over it. "He took me dancing."

Jason snorted and rolled his eyes. "Please. I think he took you for a little more than just dancing. Tell me, Raven… how was he? Like everything I told you? Good but not great, right?"

Her face turned bright red and she stormed into the room, throwing the file in her hands down on the table, sending his glass skittering to the floor. It crashed against the tile, and the noise seemed to wake Jason up from his haze of stupidity. What had he just done? What had he said to her? Jesus, he was so fucking stupid sometimes.

"Raven, I-"

"Listen here, Mr. Todd." Her voice dropped low, and she grabbed the length of his tie, hauling him to his feet with almost inhuman strength. He teetered for a moment, smelling the scent of champagne and sweat clinging to her skin, staring at the little push of cleavage through her scoop neck on her shirt as she tried to hold onto her sanity and keep her breath even. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were wild and bright, and her hair just a little bit mussed from her… "dancing". Jesus, she was so fucking beautiful. How in the world had he not fallen-

He snapped that line of thought immediately. He didn't want to think about that either, and besides, she was still currently pissed off at him. Not that he blamed her really, his jab had hit a little low after all.

"What I do in my time outside of our little… game is none of your concern. It's my life and I will have dalliances - as you so cleverly put them - with whomever I damn-well please." She jerked on his tie again, pulling him closer to her, so that she could look into his eyes. "You are not going to make me feel guilty for doing something I enjoy. Is that clear, Mr. Todd?"

His heart pounded against his ribs and his breath was harsh though his nose. He tried everything he could think of to calm down, but nothing seemed to work. No, it was almost as if he wasdestined to feel this anger and rage - as if he wanted to drown in it. He snarled and moved even closer to her, pushing her back against the still-running copy machine. "I wouldn't dream of making you feel guilty, Miss Roth." His voice dripped poison, and he reached up to wrap his hand over the one on his tie. "No, Raven, I would much rather have you wishing it was me between your legs."

Her lips twitched in annoyance but she didn't move. She met him breath for breath and stare for stare, silently challenging him. His eyes moved over her face before drifting down to her lips, and he pulled her hand off his tie with deliberate slowness. He moved closer to her, practically grunting with the force of his emotions as he pinned her hips against the copier. Their eyes flashed with silent warnings that somehow transformed into dark promises.

I wish it was me between your legs.

Snarling low in his throat, he pulled her petite, sturdy body tightly against his own and closed any space between their mouths, tasting her surprised gasp as if it was fine wine served just for him. She stiffened for a moment, obviously shocked that he could move from anger to passion so quickly, and then she melted. Her hands slid up his chest and tightened in the fabric of his shirt, trying to pull him closer, desperate for him. God, she tasted like strawberries and champagne and lust - deep insatiable lust that called to the darker part of his soul.

He kissed secrets into her mouth fervently. I want you. I need you. Give yourself to me.

Raven groaned as his hands tightened on her hips, pulling her body against his own so she could feel his desire. He pushed his erection against her in a pathetic show of dominance as he picked her up and shoved her on top of the copier, the lid sliding open as he pushed at her. His lips released her mouth, eyes meeting her own in a fevered stare before letting her take a much-needed breath of air, and then he started to kiss down her neck, nipping and biting at every inch of flesh he could reach.

His hands were shaking as he pushed at that green swing skirt, shoving all that soft fabric out of the way, and desperate to touch any part of her he could. He was hungry for those low moans to escape her throat again. The ones he had dreamt about since the day in the boiler room. They rattled down the edges of his spine and pooled in the pit of his stomach. The cries that made him forget that they were humans, and should act as such. He neededthose sounds from her. He needed to know that she was just as desperate for him as he was for her.

He pushed her drenched, silk panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside her, pulling his lips away from her skin just enough to watch her head fall back against her shoulders as he pumped in and out of her, her hips moving with his hand. She was so fucking responsive to him, it was like watching art displayed right before him, open for his perusal. He slid his other hand into her hair, pulling her neck back farther so he could gaze on the mark he did make. It was still lovely and blue against her pale skin, but fading fast.

She wanted to play a game? To let someone else mark her? Fine, he could play that game with her too.

The tops of her soft breasts pressed against the neckline of her blouse, dangerously close to spilling out into view. Jason growled and kissed down her neck to her chest, nipping at the warm flesh just above her neckline and then sucking. He wanted to mark her again, to remind her how close he was to having her - to keepingher. This might have just seemed like a game for a moment, but it was going to be so much more than that. His teeth nipped at her again, sinking into her breast with little, teasing bites.

Raven moaned, and her hands came up to bury in his hair, pulling him closer. "Please…"

It was that word that brought him back to life, brought his sanity back to the world and out of the heavens she was keeping it in. He took a deep breath, hissing it out between his teeth slowly. Holding onto what little strength he had left, Jason pulled himself away from her body, forcing a pathetic, cheap copy of his trademark smirk on his lips. He looked at her, disheveled and messy, her hair curling down the edges of her neck, skirt hiked up around her waist. Her lips were deliciously swollen, and her eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

Jason pulled his fingers away from her and he lapped up her sweet essence, barely having time to savor her flavor before pulling her closer and kissing her roughly again. He pushed his tongue past her lips and into the sanctuary of her mouth, letting her taste what he had tasted, hearing her moan and whimper. She writhed against him, desperately chasing after his lips when he pulled away.

"Ah-ah, Queen." He placed his hand on her chest, keeping space between them as his thumb stroked over the mark he made on her breast. His smile looked shaky, but he managed to keep himself together. "The King has made his move."

He took a step back, hoping she couldn't see the desperation in his eyes and the way his hands shook with every inch of space placed between them. His eyes flicked to the tray on the edge of the copier, a low chuckle escaping. The photocopier made one last copy before it shut off, one of Raven's practically bare ass as his fingers pushed her panties to the side. Jason looked up at her shocked, still dazed face and reached for the photocopy.

"I'll be keeping this… as a souvenir." He tucked the copy into his breast pocket and started for the door. "I'll see you soon, Queen."

Without waiting for a response he rushed out the door, hoping she didn't see the way his steps shook with desire.