Lunch Warning. This doesn’t have a plot. It’s also got hardly any dialog. It’s shameless smut. Oh, also a “F Word” warning. If you think that there is a possibility that you may be offended, please don’t read it. I promise I won’t mind! BTW – I don’t own the characters, standard disclaimer … blah blah blah. Many thanks to Susi and Marica for the edit. Have you ever wanted something so bad that it hurts? So you finally get up the guts to say something, only to be rejected. It kinda fucks you up for a while. It wasn’t a bad rejection … not one of those ones where he laughs his arse off and says something horrible like “No way in hell”. It was more of the “we’re too young … you need to live your life and find yourself first” type of bullshit. Thus trying to put it all back on me. Its still a rejection though, and it still hurts. Even the “one day we will be ready for each other” didn’t help a great deal … of course I pretended it did. Huh. He tries to be nice to everyone … everyone apart from me. Moms says that we often hurt the people we love the most … but that sounds stupid to me. Honey says if its meant to happen it will … Di said the same thing, but she also thinks that I should just go out and enjoy myself “That’s what he wants you to do – so he can’t complain if you do it.” I could tell Honey agreed, but she didn’t say so – I think she doesn’t want to be disloyal to her brother, I can understand that. But things are never going to be the same again. I should have just shut my big mouth and left it alone. Oh well, at least now I don’t have to wonder about it any more. I’m just going to have to suck it up! 10 years later … I feel a presence behind me. Instantly I know it’s him. He’d promised me as much, but I hadn’t really believed. Oh by the gods, I believe now though. He still hasn’t touched me, but he is right here, barely inches away, inspecting me. Like a predator contemplates his kill. He takes some of my hair in his hand, running his fingers over it experimentally. I’m so wound up; I almost can’t stand it. I don’t know what to expect. He leans forward, his lips right by my ear … “You look a little tense” he murmurs. I can hear the smirk; it unnerves me even more, I know he’s playing with me. “What are you going to do to me?” I finally ask, my voice barely a whisper, my stomach churning wildly. He leans even closer “What do you want me to do with you?” His breath is hot on my skin, sending all sorts of shivers through me. “Oh god” it was almost a groan “I want you to touch me.” His hands came to my shoulders; and I leaned back into him a little, needing more contact. “Do you want me?” I shudder a little at the low timbre of his voice. “Yes” I breath “Yes. I want you.” Finally he bends his head down, running his lips along that spot just behind my ear. “Good” his teeth nibble my lobe, and now I have to lean on him. There is no way my legs are going to support me. His body is long and hard against my back. I can feel every muscle. I moan a little as he slowly runs his hands down to my wrists. His lips are still assaulting my ear and neck, while his arms are wrapping around my waist. Some distant part of me marvels at the almost unbearable heat he’s eliciting from me, when he’s done hardly anything. Maybe it’s the anticipation of what’s to come. Now he’s teasing my nipples over the thin fabric of my t-shirt, barely even grazing them with those fingers of his, but its enough to make me reach up involuntarily and sink my fingers into his fiery hair. I take one of his hands away and place in on my thigh, extending an invitation. He accepts, rubbing me gently, then with more force. He chooses that moment to snake his tongue in my ear, and tweak one of my nipples. I hear someone cry out, then I realise its me. I want to turn to him, but I’m enjoying all of the sensations way too much. My hips start to move up against his maddening fingers, and I’m suddenly aware of his need pressing into the small of my back. It’s almost too much for me “Dammit” I pant “keep this up and I’m going to cum” He starts to work on me even harder “So cum for me, baby. Let me watch you.” He’s nibbling on my jaw, showering it with little bites and kisses. “No” I protest weekly, my back arching a little “together. I need you in me.” A low growl rumbles through him at my words, and he pulls me closer. “I want you naked” he mutters, pulling my t-shirt away. I force myself to turn to him; my fingers trace his jaw line. “My god” I can’t help whispering “do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I start to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his broad muscular chest. I spread my hands over it, my fingers exploring the smattering of auburn hairs. Unable to resist, I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans and push them past his hips. His eyes have turned a murky teal colour; they flutter shut briefly when I finally slide my hand inside his boxers and wrap my fingers around his deliciously hard cock. I tilt my head up, intent on nibbling his neck; but he bends his head down, brushing his lips over mine. So warm and soft. He claims my mouth, sliding his tongue in when I sigh. Something inside me explodes, my free hand moving from his chest to the back of his head; I return the tongue, almost licking his teeth. It makes him moan loudly. His fingers find my sex again, sending all kinds of feeling through me. Now he’s driving me insane. His hands everywhere. The small of my back, my nipples, my arse; all the while he’s fucking my mouth with his tongue. I can’t stand much more of it, and I know that he can’t either. “Fuck me now” If he was surprised by my words, he didn’t look it. Instead he swept the papers of the desk in one movement, put me on top of it in the next. He stood there looking at me for a moment, then, before I could blink, he had my jeans off and he was leaning over me. “What are you waiting for?” I whispered, running a finger down his chest. “Nothing” he growled. We fit perfectly. I don’t remember scratching his back, but I must have done. He doesn’t remember it either. All I remember is the combination of unbearable pleasure and pain as I stretched to accommodate him, and the heat generated between us. I don’t remember calling out, but I must have done … I was hoarse afterwards. I remember the sensations running throughout my body when we reached out peak. It was like waves of … something. Energy? Fire? Electricity? It sounds like something out of one of those Bodice Rippers that Di is always reading … but that’s the way it was. Ten years of waiting, sucking it up and pretending it didn’t exist … all released in a matter of moments. It was worth the wait. BACK