The Blue Dress
Chapter Thirty: The Blue Flag of Surrender

Jason sighed sadly as he walked into his office. It was over. After all this time, their work together was over.

No more long nights doing research. No more smart and witty conversations. No more watching her eat yogurt dipped cherries. No more makeout sessions in file rooms. No more heated stares over paperwork and take out. No more arguments with sharp tongues and harsher words and wetted lips and hot breaths that mended their wounds and that blazing hellfire that started in their guts and seared through their skin as they stared on endlessly at each other.

He looked across his desk to the burgundy chair she normally sat in, the print of her frame still pressed into the cushions there and sighed again.

There would be no more her.

Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his face and played back their earlier exchange and closed his eyes. How could he have been so stupid?

"You never have to see me ever again and we can both go on with our lives as if nothing happened."

So very stupid. Maybe he should go down to her office and-

He heard a knock at his door and he snapped his eyes open to see her standing there, as if by some miracle, in that gorgeous blue dress of her and a small smile. Putting on a brave face, he sat up and smiled.

"Miss Roth? What are you doing here?" He asked, lamely.

She took a few nervous steps inside his office, looking as if she was trying to muster up the courage to say what was sitting on her tongue. "I… I thought about that drink offer and… I do believe we deserve a little celebration."

He felt his heart leap a little in his chest as he nodded at her, trying not to let his joy show. He cleared his throat as he moved to retrieve the hidden bottle of expensive Scotch from his drawer. "Alright, if you will shut the door," he murmured.

Seconds passed and he heard the door shut but was soon followed by the sound of a lock's loud 'click,' and he looked up at her to see her turning around to face him. He felt his heart flutter erratically in his chest at the sight of her.

Her eyes were dark and her bottom lip captured between her teeth as she looked at him from her place at the door. That blue dress of hers hugged her body perfectly, accentuating every single one of her heavenly curves from her breasts to her cinched waist to her wide hips and gloriously round ass and thick thighs.

He swallowed deeply, feeling a thick and hot tension enter the room. "What-what are you doing?"

The corners of her lips pulled up as she lifted her hand to her hair and pulled a pin, letting her dark hair cascade gracefully down past her shoulders in loose curls. She clicked her tongue and tilted her head.

"I didn't come up here for a drink," she breathed, the flicker of desire shining in her eyes.

He felt his breath hitch in his throat, leaning back in his chair and watching the slow sway of her hips as she shifted her weight slowly against the door. God, what he wanted to do to those hips… He felt himself harden beneath the expensive fabric of his pants and his nerves lit on fire and his body shook, as he forced himself to stay seated. He licked his lips as he tried to not think about every single thing he wanted to do to her at that exact moment.

"No?"

She shook her head at him with a sinister smile. "No."

"Then, what do you want?"

"You…" The word escaped from her throat like a breath but it sounded like a chorus of angels to him. He exhaled shakily as she pushed off the door and walked across the room to him.

His jaw tighten as he watched her painstakingly slow movements, her fingers reached to drag across the dark shiny wood of his desk.

"I have grown quite tired of this game we've been playing…"

He pressed his lips to stop the words that threatened to pour from his mouth, keeping himself from telling her all of the truths he had buried inside for weeks. But this was not the time nor the place for it.

"And since we don't have the case to worry about or any other future projects together, I thought we could…" She trailed, coming over to his side of the desk and stopping. She dropped her head to the ground as a blush rose to her face. "I'm no good at this."

"I think you're doing brilliantly," he said a little too fast for comfort but he couldn't care. The sexual tension between them had been building for weeks was so high, he couldn't be bothered with the eloquence of words and timing. "Please continue."

She lifted her head, looking at him with soft eyes like he had said just the right thing at the right time. Her lips twitched up as she moved to sit on his desk in front of him, her eyes clouding again with a lust that made his blood boil and his heart pound. With nervous hands, she reached down to her hips and gripped the tight fabric that was there, shifting a little as she pulled the skirt up her legs little by little.

"I want you to take me…" She said it so bluntly, it drove him wild. He trembled as the skirt kept sliding up her black stocking covered legs with every word until it was bunched at her hips. "Right here, right now… On this desk. No more games… Just surrender."

She spread her legs open, propping her feet on the armrests on either side of him -

Jesus. She wasn't wearing any panties.

He clenched his fists with a strength so strong he thought he was going to break his hand as he stared at her pink core that was already wet with desire. He could hear her little pants from above him, growing hot underneath his stare and he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the idea that he was able to do to her what she was able to do to him. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw her hand come up to the top of her dress and finger one of those infernal navy blue buttons.

"Don't," he growled out through his teeth, his eyes lingering on her wetness before dragging them up to her eyes. "Touch. A single. Button."

He'll be damned if she took the privilege of ripping that dress apart away from him.

She gasped at the harshness of his words before she arched a brow and slid her hand down her body to the wetness between her legs. Bringing her hips to the edge of his desk, she spread her legs wider for him and moved her finger over her clit in slow deliberate circles and arched her back. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he shook, burning the image of her pleasuring herself on his desk into every corner of his brain.

She grinned down at him as she dipped two fingers inside her, coating her fingers with her essence. Pumping her fingers, she arched her back and licked her lips at him, little mewls of pleasure floating atop of her heated breath. He could feel his sanity slipping away with each one. He licked his lips again as he dragged his eyes from the glorious things she was doing to herself with her fingers to her flushed face. She grinned deviously with parted lips.

"Then, why don't you get up and fuck me?"

He didn't have to be asked twice. With an animalistic growl, he launched himself from the chair and crashed his lips with hers, kissing her hard enough to bruise. She moaned against his mouth as his tongue pried her mouth open and dipped his tongue inside to taste the cherry flavored secrets behind her lips, her hand moving faster over her.

He tugged at her waist, bringing her close and squeezing the extra swell of her hips with a hearty and possessive grunt from his throat. His free hand lifted to the back of her head and pulled, giving him more access to her mouth and making her moan before dropping his kisses down the swoon of her neck. Her mouth fell open, releasing the little whimpers into the air, sending his mind reeling as his nibbled her soft skin and kissing all the words he wanted to say along it.

I want you. I need you. Stay with me.

He sucked her in and took greedy nips at her succulent flesh, dropping his kisses down her body to the top button of her dress. He growled at the source of his torture, those mocking things that kept him from seeing her gorgeous body in all of its naked glory. His fingers gripped the soft stretchy material and pulled, her buttons flying across the room and clattering along the floor as they landed with a satisfying tap.

She gasped at the suddenness of his movements, the cool air hitting her torso. He stared at her for a moment and took her in. Her hair disheveled, face flushed, lips parted and swollen from their kisses, skin peppered with little red bites, dress ripped open revealing a very expensive looking black lace bra, and her skirt hiked up at her waist with her fingers buried inside her. God, she was beautiful.

He grinned at her before latching his lips back on her skin, his movements growing frantic and feral as he moved her fingers away and replaced them with his own. She arched her back and gasped at the intrusion, and then, she melted. She shivered with dissipating nerves and clutching onto his arms and hair with trembling fingers as his fingers pumped in and out of her with blinding speed. Her head lolled back against her shoulders, letting out a whimper as the fire between them burned.

He hummed in apparent bliss to her whines and insistent hands, trailing open mouth kisses lower and lower down her body to the place where he craved to taste her again. Taking a deep breath of her heady scent, he sighed and kissed her thighs, teasing her for a few moments longer. As much as he wanted to taste her, he wanted her to burn for this more just as he burned for her.

He wanted her to beg.

He kissed up and down thighs as her fingers continued to pump in and out of her, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her garter. She bit her lip, stifling a moan that threatened to be heard, leaning back on the desk. Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling at it and bucking her hips towards his mouth in want.

"Please…" She gasped and that was all it took.

With a wicked grin, he surged forward and latched his mouth on her, licking and sucking at her clit, enticing a sharp moan from her. He grinned up at her from between her legs, relishing in her moans as his tongue flicked and swirled around her, making her vibrate and jerk under the glorious pressure of his tongue and fingers. Her back arched higher, her hips wiggling a little bit he kept her pinned down with his arm wrapped around her thigh, adamant that she would not escape- not that she gave him any indication that she intended to.

She tasted of sugar, dark promises, and something more exotic, and it was intoxicating. The lustful twitch in his stomach burned as he gorged on her with all the frustration she had left with him these past few weeks.

He tasted her for something between a few minutes and an infinity before he felt her fingers pull at his face, pleading for him.

"Get back up here…" She whispered, beggingly. He was more than happy to comply with her demands.

He tasted her for a few seconds longer before he lifted his lips back up her body to her lips, letting her taste herself of his tongue. Her shaky hands clambered for him, wrapping around him tightly and pulling him close. He groaned into her mouth as her soft body rolled against his, urging him on. He felt her hands frantically push at his blazer and he ripped his hands off her to peel the wretched thing away as her hands moved to work hazardly at his tie and shirt.

He pulled away to give her a meaningful look, watching her eyes growing wide as she unabashedly worked his buttons off with trembling fingers. He felt a slight switched in the air while he watched her, loving the sight of her unguarded and feral and needy. Something pleasantly foreign seeped into his chest and he smiled, leaning his lips down for hers and capturing her lower lip between his teeth.

Working the last button off his shirt, she lifted her brazen hands to his sleek muscular build with lines and curves that begged to be touched, scratch him lightly with her nails. He hissed, kissing her fast and hard like a frantic time fated lover, dancing in the flames of their hellfire and his heartbeat roaring in his ears. He pulled the rest of his shirt away, desperate to feel her skin on his.

He heard her moan with insistence, wrapping her legs around his hips and dropping her hand to his belt and pulling at it with practiced hands. Working it free, she dipped her hands below the waistband of his underwear to the strained length below his hips and wrapped her fingers around him, making him groan against her tongue.

Hovering her lips over his, she looked into his eyes with a dark and lidded stare as she stroked his steel-like length with a grip she knew drove him wild.

"Fuck me…" She demanded through teeth.

He grinned against her mouth and pulled her to stand up off the desk before turning her around with a hard spin, pinning her there with his hips and bending her over with a speed so fast she barely had time to breathe. Pushing his pants and underwear down, he pressed himself against her backside, his raging cock prodding at her entrance.

She shivered, feeling his tip rub against her core teasingly, lubing himself with her wetness. He trailed hot kisses across the span of her shoulders to the juncture between her neck and her collarbone, his fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her head back.

His nose nudged her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent of vanilla and desire. "Say it…"

The corners of her lips turned up as she panted in anticipation, pushing back against him. "Mr. Todd…" she said, mockingly.

He snarled at her as his fingers plunged between her thighs and pressed against her core, coaxing a loud tortured moan from her swollen lips.

"You know what I want to hear…" He whispered, seductively in her ear, nipping and licking at the lobe and making her hair stand on end. "Say it…."

She paused for a moment, leaning back to feel him but he denied her, backing away just enough with his fingers playing at her clit, slowly and teasingly. She groaned in frustration at him before she licked her lips at him in surrender. "…Jason"

That was all he needed to hear.

With a grunt, he surged his hips forward into the sanctuary of her body, and dear god, she felt fucking fantastic. Better than he had ever imagined. He couldn't help the velvety hiss as she dragged him in, her choked whimper ringing like a symphony in his ears. He slid his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against her temple, carefully easing out of her.

"Again…" He growled, animalistically. He wanted her to say his name like it was a prayer, like it was the only word she knew how to say. He wanted to know that she knew exactly who she belonged to. "Say. It. Again."

"Jason…" He speared himself into her body, filling her again with his fingers still playing at her clit.

"Again."

"Jason…" She breathed, her body pushing back against him as his name began tumbling from her lips like water over a cliff, his painfully slow movements picking up speed with every mention of his name. "Jason, Jason, Jason… Oh god, Jason!"

He dipped his head to the crook of her neck, knowing she was rather fond of his affections there as he quickened his rhythm. He heard her little pants grow heavy and her moans grow more frequent as their ministrations stirred the hellfire between them burned up to new heights. Each of his strokes seemed to feed the flaming sensations that scratched and itched and burned beneath their skin, and she instinctively spread her legs further and pushed back against him to try to get more. Jason lifted his head and turned her head with a tug at her hair, hovering his lips over hers, barely touching as his volatile breaths fell into her mouth and tingled her tongue. Their glazed stares locked as a throaty groan rumbled in his chest, and Raven felt the exquisite knot he had created swell and tingle.

Challenge danced in their eyes before he gave a noise of surrender, holding her head firmly as he crashed his lips to hers, kissing more fervidly than they ever had. His other hand continued to brush circles over her receptive bud while he moved his hips in purposeful patterns, before ripping his mouth away to freckle wet pecks over her neck and shoulders, writing invisible words of adoration on her skin with his tongue.

Her little moans and whines were getting more fervent and he could feel her muscles starting to tense up around him as she began to quiver in his arms. The heavy hammering of her heart against his chest told him that she was close, and he willed himself to restrain against his own bliss bubbling in his system.

Pulling out of her, he turned her around again and pushed her back to sit on the desk, before plunging back into the sacred warmth of her body. She cursed his name in French as he thrusted rapidly into her, the delicious angle rubbing against her clit with each thrust. Arms and legs wrapped around him and brought him close as hips bucked to each other in their striving for release in this horizontal dance in the flames, letting it consume and drown them both.

He lifted his head to look at her - her hair soaked in sweat and her body shaking, swollen lips parted with sweet sounds of bliss and erratic breath pouring out, tears streaked down her cheeks from closed eyes to the incoming orgasm that threaten to break her at any minute. So broken and yet so undeniably beautiful at the same time.

Wrapping an arm around her back, he brought her to flush against his sweat-sodden chest and moved strongly within her, while his other hand moved to her face and grabbed her chin, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him.

"Look at me when you come, Little Bird…" He breathed, his pace never slowing and his strength unrelenting. "Eyes on me, you understand?"

She managed a nod and an incoherent noise of surrender, making him grin as his hand dropped to between their bodies to the delicious bud, moving his heavenly fingers over her again. He felt her body clench, the extra sensation proving to be too much for her.

The pulsating heat spread from her core and made her muscles clamp down around him as she coughed a stuttering cry that carried his name, her tear-soaked eyes never leaving his. Her control was lost as she shuddered gracelessly and allowed the bizarre and burning but beautiful sensations consume her. Jason clutched onto her tightly as she came undone, grabbing her face again and combing back her silky mane to witness the wonder in her eyes.

With a few more twists of his hips and the ripples of her rapture around him, Jason felt the bubble in his loins burst and release into her. He rested his forehead against hers as the growling groan rumbled up from his chest and clung to her as she absently soothed him, watching him with bated breath and stroking his hair. He shivered when he felt her nails reached the tip of his spine, his breath calming as the buzz began to fade and his limbs became lead heavy, lying on top of her on the desk.

They lied there for a quiet few moments, shivering and holding each other as the flame of their hellfire flickered and simmered away. She hummed lazy kisses against his temple as his thumbs rubbed soothing circles along her sides.

He heard her make a small noise of realization. "Oh… I really liked this dress."

He couldn't help but breathe a chuckle at the absurdity of her sentence in light of the current position they were in. Feeling the swell of complete adoration for her, he placed a lazy kiss on her shoulder and sighed. "Take it to the tailor. Send me the bill. It'll be fine."

"Okay but… How am I going to walk down to my office later with my dress ripped open?"

Oh… He hadn't thought of that.

And that, friends, is the end of Season One of the Office AU.

Season Two will begin shortly. Thank you again, and I hope you're enjoying everything!