Rules Are Made to Be Broken

Raven sighed and dropped the pen in her hand onto her desk with a short curse and a loud snap. She needed to focus on what she was working on, but it was all sort of mixing together into a storm of indiscernible emotions that threatened to consume her. Her temper was starting to wear thin, and if she wasn't careful, it was going to get the better of her and she was going to break apart into a million pieces.

She rubbed her forehead and picked up the report again, hoping that maybe she would be able to figure everything out on the fourth read-through, although she doubted it. It had simply become words and numbers floating on a page as she tried to decipher exactly what it meant. Nothing was being retained, and everything seemed to escape her memory easily… and this sort of strange, hollow feeling in her stomach certainly wasn't helping.

Raven reached for her phone, looking for something to give her a quick, easy distraction to help her calm down. But, she knew she couldn't settle down, and there really was only one explanation for it: Jason. Of course, he was usually at the center of anything that drove her practically mad. Her mind had been awash with everything that happened two days ago, when her and Jason had come to the conclusion that they could not physically touch each other while this job was still going on. It was just sex, and this separation between them should have been an easy thing for both of them to handle, but there was something about not being able to touch him that made her want him only more. And he certainlywasn't helping her by giving her those long, almost mournful looks from the hallway.

She sighed again and began checking her personal emails, letting her mind wander. Raven had never been the kind of girl to easily swoon over any man, but there was something about Jason that made her entire body go up in flames. He matched her on every level, played and teased with her in ways that made her both frustrated and satisfied at the same time, and god, he fucked her like there was no tomorrow. He fucked her like every breath was going to be their last and he made sure that she came away from their encounters so thoroughly pleased that it was practically predetermined that she would almost immediately go back into his arms.

And even though they hadn't seen each other for two days, she already missed it.

Her phone buzzed as a new email came through her personal email. Jason. What in the world did he want now? She didn't have those reports finished yet and if he kept pestering her-

Raven's thoughts came to a screeching halt as she stared at the screen, feeling blood rush to her face. Had he honestly sent this to her? She licked her lips and scanned the email, reading through the detailed message over and over again, until the words were permanently engraved in her mind. Her breath was coming in short, fevered little gasps, and she had to look away from her screen for a moment before looking back, reading the email yet again.

We aren't going to last this separation, Little Bird, and you know it. And when one of us breaks (whether it's you or me first) I am going to do all of the things to you that I have dreamt about. I'm going to take you in the goddamn elevator, with your skirt hitched up around your waist, uncaring if people watch us. I'm going to take you in the conference room (it does have the nicest view after all), with you spread out over the table as a conference call continues on the the phone.

I am going to prop you up on my desk and have you for lunch, over and over and over until you can't take it any more. And then I am going to have you for lunch again. I am going to take you to the boiler room again and watch to masturbate to all these thoughts… and then I'm going to lick your goddamn fingers clean. I am going to tie you to my desk and have my way with you whenever I want to, and whenever you beg me hard enough. I will be completely relentless with your body until you are nothing more than my melted, little bird in my arms… and then I'm going to do all of it again.

You have no fucking idea what's in store for you, Little Bird.

Jesus. Christ.

Raven dropped her phone onto her desk and immediately began to fidget with the strand of pearls hanging around her neck. She breathed slowly through her nose, trying to calm herself down, but every minute that passed in silence just seemed to send her body into even stronger convulsions. Fire raced over her skin until every nerve ending seemed to go up in flames, and she could do nothing but lean back in her chair and stare at the blank wall in front of her.

It was too late, he had already done his damage and there was no way she would come back from this hell unless she did it herself. Her fingers twitched as they slid under the hem of her skirt, up the inside of her thighs, to her wet panties. Here, of all places? Swallowing her pride, Raven pushed her panties to the side and moved her fingers over her core, giving herself the release she needed desperately, as her mind wandered to all the delicious things he had said.

Oh, god… even the imagination of his fingers on her was enough to make her burn.

Her eyes closed and she leaned back in her chair, gasping just a little as her orgasm pushed against the edges of her senses. Her free hand unbuttoned a few of her buttons of her crisp, white shirt, exposing her designer lingerie as she dipped her fingers into her bra to tease her nipple. That little, sharp sensation was just enough to send her over the edge and into oblivion. Groaning, she bit down on her lower lip and stifled a moan as her climax rippled from her toes to her fingertips.

Gasping for breath, she hastily reached for her phone and (before she lost her nerve) snapped a photo of herself. Her skin was flushed bright pink, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her body practically limp with the force of her orgasm, her panties soaked with cum as her bra peaked out of the edges of her shirt. It was the image of what he was undoubtedly imagining when he sent her such a lewd email, and she was going to give it to him.

Fingers shaking, she typed in his phone number and hit "send".

A second ticked by before remorse started to sink into her veins. Oh no… what had she done?

Jason glared at his computer screen, his nostrils flaring as his fingered his phone for the hundredth time that day. His lust coupled with anger and frustration seemed to swirl inside him until it felt like he might actually explode in a shower of curses and screams. He had anticipated that her reaction to his email might be a bit strong, but he didn't think she'd be bold enough as to send him that goddamn picture. The sight of her like that was enough to make him fucking lose himself in his pants.

And then yesterday, he saw her in the hallway outside his office, her expression practically innocent as she continued to look as if nothing had happened. She wore that fucking red wiggle dress, and gave him that damnable smile that threatened to break his goddamn soul, and then walked away. He was left staring at the swell of her ass, knowing full well that he was at the end of the rope. If he didn't fuck her soon, he was going to go down in flames, and damnit, he was going to take her with him.

With another curse, he closed his laptop and stared at the clock, licking his lips. He just had to make it a few more minutes and then he could go home and-

"I came to drop off some files to you."

Jason looked up as Raven entered the office, and his stomach clenched. She was taunting him now; playing with him as if he was a toy. She wore that dress. The damnable, stupid, filthy blue dress that he had fucked her in. It was cleaned and repaired and looked just as tempting on her now as the day he tore it off her and fucked her on his desk. Jesus, he was going to die, and it was all going to be her fault.

"Files?" His hands grabbed the armrests of his chair and she took slow, careful breaths. "You brought files…"

"Absolutely. For the case." Raven pretended not to hear the poison in his voice, and she dropped the stack of files on his desk. "I noted anything that might need to be looked over by you, and I pointed out a few errors with our preliminary report that need to be addressed. If you want to take a look over them-"

"The blue dress." He cut her off, lifting his eyes to her face. "You wore the blue dress."

"Yes." Raven raised an eyebrow, her expression calm and even. "I wore the blue dress," she confirmed, crossing her hands over her chest. "It is my favorite dress."

"Raven…" He groaned as his head fell into his hands. "We have to talk."

Shrugging as if the request was normal, she dropped into one of his chairs and crossed her legs, the skirt of her dress sliding up to show off the black lace of her stockings hugging her thighs like sin. Jason looked from her thighs to her face and saw the little smirk of pride hiding there. Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and he was going to make her pay.

"You can't do this to me," he blurted out, knowing that he had completely lost his cool. He was supposed to be suave and debonaire and make her cave into him, but it was turning out completely different. Raven was breaking him with every curl of her lips, with every hum from her throat, with every passing minute of that damnable stare… she was breaking him. She was making him chase after her all over again… and Jason Todd didn't chase.

"Do what?"

"Don't play fucking coy, Raven," he snapped. "You know what you're doing, and you know that given our current…circumstances, it's not appropriate."

Okay, that was a bad choice of words. He scrunched his eyes shut and practically waited for her anger to explode.

"Appropriate? Oh, and I suppose that your lewd email was completely appropriate?" Raven's nostrils flared and she leaned forward to look at him, cheeks burning red. "I don't think you know what you started, Mr. Todd."

"What I started?" His anger bubbled up again and he walked around the edge of his desk to face her. "I'm sorry… I don't think Iwas the one sending photos of your naked, cum-covered body to myself. Nor was I the one sending lewd text messages about wanting to suck my-"

"Only after you sent them to me!" Raven jumped from her spot in the chair and pushed a finger into his chest. He could see the frustration in her eyes and it only served to egg him on, but not until she got the last few shots into their fight. "Only after you sent me text messages saying you wanted to eat me like dessert…chocolate sauce and everything… weren't those your exactwords, Mr. Todd?" She gnashed her teeth and stepped closer. "So, forgive me, but I'm wearing the goddamn blue dress and there's nothing you can do about it."

Nothing he could do? Like fucking hell.

His eyes shot up to the clock on the wall. 4:53 PM. Close enough. Without uttering a single word, his hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her down the hallway, uncaring if any of the other workers saw them. If she wanted to play games, he would play her fucking games.

"Jason… what are you doing?"

"You said I couldn't touch you at work." He whipped around and growled at her before slamming his fist into the elevator call button. Jason knew his stare was practically wild, and his voice was low and gravelly, but this is what she did to him. She made him lose control and he was going to show her what happened when she played these little games with him.

"I meant-"

"You said-" The elevator opened and he practically shoved her inside. "-that I couldn't touch you at work. 'If we're at work - it's hands off' were your exact words, Raven. Don't try to tell me otherwise."

He let that hover between them for a moment as he backed her up into the corner of the elevator car. He could smell the cherries and vanilla clinging to her hair and skin, but more than that, he could smell the unmistakable scent of lust. He could smell the spicy perfume of her emotions riding at the edges of her senses, and he wanted to taste them as she let herself fall right into his arms. Jason licked his lips and pressed his hands to either side of her head, leaning closer to her.

"It's almost five o'clock, which means it's the end of the day… So, we're going to go back to my apartment, and I'm going to fuck you on the floor the minute you step off of the elevator." He dropped his voice low and pressed his lips against her neck as the car continued to fall down to the ground floor. "I'm not even going to bother with your goddamn underwear, Raven… I'm just going to push that skirt up and fucking ride you until you scream my name over and over… and over as you come for me again and again… and again."

He pulled back to look into her eyes, watching as she licked her lips. Hands shaking, she reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him back down to her again. He could see the fire still burning behind her eyes, and she was holding on to every little flame as if it was something to be worshiped. Her resolve to distance between them was crumbling under the weight of their lust, and it would only be a few more seconds before-

"When you're done, I'll let you rest for a moment…" She licked her lips and snarled, pulling him even closer, her breath dancing over her lips. "And then you're going to get on your knees and you're going to lick your Little Bird clean… do you understand, Mr. Todd?"

He just grinned.

Fuck the rules.