Insane House Competition: JohnAmelia
365 Prompts: No more than two characters
Stickers, Pumpkin Pasty: Write a fic set around Halloween
Word Count: 420
"Trick or treat."
Amelia doesn't even bother to look up when she hears John's voice. A faint smile tugs at her lips, but she doesn't turn her attention away from the mountain of paperwork. "Aren't you a bit old for that, John?" she asks with a soft chuckle.
"That depends. What sort of treat do you have for me, Milly?"
Amelia feels a slight shiver at his teasing words. She forces herself to remain professional. An office place romance can work, but balancing business and pleasure is the key. For the most part, she does well at being his boss while at the Ministry and his lover when the workday is over. Sometimes, like now, it's hard. His voice causes her heart to flutter, and she wants nothing more than to pull him in, lock the door to her office, and hold him close.
"Amelia," she corrects with a small smile. "Or Madam Bones."
John snorts. "You're no fun, Milly."
"I'm plenty fun," she assures him.
"Really? Then where's my treat?" He closes the door behind him and steps closer, resting his hands upon her desk and leaning in. A mischievous grin plays at his lips. "It's Halloween, after all."
The older woman groans and leans back in her chair, studying him with intense eyes. Really, it isn't fair. She's supposed to the head of her department, the ultimate authority on this floor. Why is it that one man makes her completely unravel?
"Come over tonight," she says at last. "You aren't even in costume, so it's hardly Halloween-ish."
John grins triumphantly. He leans in and presses a kiss to her cheek before turning away and starting for the door. "All treats," he says. "No treats."
Amelia stares after him even after the door closes between them. A smile on her lips, she returns her attention to her paperwork, more eager to finish it now.
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"Trick or treat!" John says when she opens the door.
"How about a treat?" Amelia asks, stepping back and letting him in. "Still no costume?"
"I'm a grown man, Milly. Can you imagine how ridiculous I would look in a costume?"
"That's exactly what I was hoping for," she admits, nodding towards the camera. "Blackmail."
John shakes his head before wrapping his arms around her. "You're cruel, Milly," he teases, trailing kisses down her jaw before finally planting a long, slow, sensual one on her lips. "Now, where's my treat?"
Amelia presses herself against him until only their clothes separate their bodies. "Right here."