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RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - saronym - 07-28-2019
Her whispered confession was welcome against his mouth and brought the smallest of smirks to his lips. But he quickly smothered his own expression again with kisses that were meant to betray his own desires. He wanted her just the same. Hadn’t he already implied as much? His hand trailed down the front of her body over the curve of her chest still hidden beneath dress and bra. It returned to the soft undersides of her thighs as he shoved the hem of her dress higher and higher. Moving the pesky fabric obstacle out of his way. He would have rather stripped her naked but it was very hard to care when the potential of even a clothed tryst was exciting enough for him. His hands but not his mouth left her. The telltale sounds of a belt buckle being released followed by a zipper. He returned his hands to her face cupping it with both as he kissed her deeply.
He pressed his hips into hers letting her feel the hard length of him between her legs, before he separated their bodies enough to move aside lacy fabric with his fingers. The hot wetness between her legs coated his fingers before he replaced his hand with his cock. Professionalism was long gone as he pushed inside her all at once. He exhaled against her mouth euphoric with the feeling of being inside her.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - megs - 07-28-2019
The were certainly past the point of needy words. His mouth against hers, as hungry and as needy as his hands which were still unsure of where on her body they wanted to find purchase gave him away. Julianna was much the same, completely lost in the moment. Her hands on either side of his neck, fingertips splayed over the sharp line of his jaw as she greedily kissed him again and again. Her tail curled tight at the small of her back, and her legs were still wrapped around him. Her back curved against the trail of his hands and she whimpered into the kiss, still purring all the while as he teased her. That contact, though enticing, was not enough to prepare her for all him. In a single stroke he was fully sheathed inside her, filling her so abruptly that her mouth left his as she cried out. It was not a sound of pain, but surprise that was accompanied by a shiver that coursed down her spine. He gave her a moment to adjust to the feeling before his mouth was on her again; kisses between panting breaths and hard thrusts.
The steady and desperate rhythm of his hips and the elation of finally being with him this way all conspired to push her over that edge. Fuck professionalism, they had agreed. And they were certainly doing just that, literally and figuratively. There was nothing professional about cumming on your boss' desk, but neither of them gave a damn at that point. "Owen, I-" Her fingers dug into his biceps, her body tightened around his and she couldn't have finished the sentence if she'd wanted to. A warning of her nearing orgasm cut short by moans that mostly resonant purrs as the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - saronym - 08-23-2019
Owen hiked one of her legs higher up around his back to deepen the position. He kept his other hand at her back, bracing her as he leaned over her driving his hips into her again and again to a chorus of her sounds. He lowered his head to her neck again in a way that threatened to mark her. If he wasn’t careful, he would. But his name was on her lips and instead he wanted her mouth on his neck when he came. He took his hand away from her knee where he held her leg high around his back. He guided her face to his neck, showing her what he wanted.
He forgot to worry about marks. Or maybe he didn’t care. He just wanted to feel her lips and teeth and tongue on that sensitive place on his neck.
She came first and her spasming muscles brought him along with her. Ordinarily, he could be stoic at the moment of orgasm when he chose to be. Clenched jaw and a serious look on his face.
But his expression was one of relishing in the moment as his whole body tensed with the release into her. An uninhibited exhale resulted in a moan that he tried to stifle by burying his face into her shoulder. When his hips slowed, the muscles throughout his body relaxed and he exhaled heavily against her collar bone. His hand softened at her back and moved around to grasp her more fully. He held her against him for a few moments as they caught their breath, before he lifted his face from her shoulder.
He was sure the look on his face was a stupid expression. One of simultaneously being spent and shocked and relieved. A self-conscious laugh spilled out of him. “Fuck.”
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - megs - 08-26-2019
Julianna was completely acquiescent to the command of his touch. He moved her the way he wanted her to better connect their bodies and encouraged him with sultry moans that were vibrato with purrs. A hand in her hair guided her again, bringing her face closer to his neck. Her intent was obvious and she obliged, kissing and nipping at the skin above his collar. Panting breaths were hot on his neck, she had mind enough to use a free hand to pull the edge of his shirt down to access a space closer to his collar bones. Julianna was overcome with urge to leave a claim on him, but had mind enough to leave it somewhere more easily hidden. The hollow of his throat near the ridge of his collar bone would be the perfect place for her to mark him. Owen's grip on her tightened, and her body responded to it. He finished with her teeth on him, and when he pulled away for a brief moment she could see the redding mark circled by an imprint of her teeth; fangs and all. He collapsed into her and she lost sight of her brand. His head was heavy on her shoulder, but he held her in more of a hug now. She lifted her arms around his back and held him there. The only sound was their breathing.
His laughter prompted a breathy giggle from her as well. "Yeah..." she agreed, smiling at him. Still perched on his desk as they held each other. Her eyes scanned his face with an obvious adoration. She pushed his hair back away from his forehead, fingers trailing over his ear and down his cheek. She kissed him quickly. "I think this counts as a promotion," she joked.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - saronym - 08-29-2019
His mouth pulled upward at one corner as she caressed his face. He was still sheathed inside her and he kept their bodies together for a few more moments. They kissed once more and he pulled away and secured his trousers around his hips. Though she had pushed his hair back, he ran his fingers expertly through his hair with just the motion he knew would set his hair back in order. “Yeah, I’d say having an orgasm on your boss’ desk is a promotion.” His face was that neutral professional mask he so often wore but his eyes twinkled and he couldn’t help the crawl of one brow towards his hairline.
When he stepped back from the desk, he noticed the plate of food that she had brought for him. It was just sitting there on the corner waiting. "I forgot that was -" He moved over to the plate and stuck his finger into the cream sauce and then licked it. He made a face of appreciation and a couple of 'mhmm' noises. Tasted good but needed re-heating.
“You want to have dinner with me? Maybe a shower? Round two?” He smirked and waved his hand. “In whatever order suits us.”
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - megs - 08-29-2019
Julianna smiled at him, dropping off the edge of his desk to land delicately on her feet. She rearranged her undergarments and pulled her skirt back down to her knees. She’d have looked perfectly put back together if not for her missed up curls. She pat them down with her hand. “I’d love to.” She’d never forget that first night she spent with him. All the walls that had been between them finally broken down and they were finally together the way they’d been pining about for months.
They had a cozy dinner together in the nook. Talking and eating. They’d barely put their dishes in the sink when he swept her up into his arms. He peppered her mouth and face kisses as he carried her up the stairs. When he laid her upon the bed the kisses didn’t stop. They undressed each other slowly and luxuriated in the reveal of themselves to one another. They made love again before they showered. Julianna spent the night.
The next morning, she sat with him in one of his training t-shirts while he had coffee. While he dressed for work she popped home to get herself ready as well. Today, she wore a white blazer and matching skirt with a blue blouse and suede pumps.
She met him in the parking lot and they kissed once more by his car before putting on their business faces and entering the CAF base together. Julianna thought they looked perfectly professional as if nothing had changed. She should have known there would be at least one person who’d sense something different.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - saronym - 09-17-2019
A spill of curls half covered her face, but she gazed up at him through them with a heady gaze as she kissed her way down his torso. Her fingers splayed over his chest and abdomen as she experimented with nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of his lower stomach just along the light colored hair that trailed downwards. She laughed when she discovered the extent of his ticklishness before her tongue flicked across his - “Sir?”
The insistence in her voice brought Owen back to reality. Several sets of eyes were watching him. He was holding up the security procession, lost in thought, lost in reliving the previous night. He lurched forward and unclipped his side arm, relieving himself of metals, before he went through the detector. He waited for her on the other side, carefully monitoring the way the security staff treated her.
“I’m fine.” He insisted before she could even ask, but the way he walked directed her towards the first floor cafe and not towards the elevators. He felt groggy. He’d slept plenty but they’d been up late fooling around until they couldn’t stay awake.
He needed another cup of coffee.
They were stuck in a line that was a few people deep, but it would move quickly enough. Owen knew what he wanted, and so he found himself glancing around the cafe, his eyes passed over the wall of mounted screens that played the endless 24 hour news cycle on every news channel available. His eyes passed over the CAF employees that dotted the tables and waited for their orders. He passed over a dark haired man who was posed with his chin on his hands, batting his eyelashes --
Owen’s scoff was half a laugh as he finally noticed Renton, who was obviously posed and waiting to be noticed. Owen rolled his eyes and looked away again.
Renton had been waiting for the pair to notice him. At first, he’d assumed some non-assuming posture, and observed the pair from a crowd. He had occasion to observe the pair of them plenty and today he could tell there was something different about them. Owen and Drusilla. The difference was on the ‘and.’ The pair. He watched Owen pretending to look over the news screens, but his eyes fell to take in Dru’s profile. She felt his gaze and glanced at him, a half smile. She showed him something on his phone and he smiled, before he started looking around the cafe.
That was when Renton decided to let himself be seen.
“Daddy’s home!” Renton said jokingly to Owen as he walked up to the pair with his arms open. “You look radiant this morning.” He said to Drusilla, before looking at Owen again. “You look tired.”
“Yeah thanks.” Owen stepped up to order, leaving Renton and Drusilla for a moment.
Renton touched Dru’s elbow and leaned close to her ear. “You let that man fuck you, didn’t you?” He whispered.
Owen was turning around now, asking Dru what she wanted to add to his order.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - megs - 09-18-2019
Julianna, or Drusilla as she would still be known to the CAF and most of her friends, was grateful for Owen's presence at security. Even though she did not have to come to base alone very much anymore a bit of discomfort remained. Even though Agent Jehorem had been relocated, she still felt a bit of fear. The moment passed without incident as many of them did and Owen dissolved her puzzled expression with a simple statement. He said he was fine, but there was obviously something on his mind. She followed him to the cafe, which was already a fun change of pace. It's not as if they were acting particularly couple-y while they were at work, but usually he went right to work. And sometimes, she would fool around with Renton before attending to her own duties or joining Owen for a meeting.
As if she had summoned the other man with the brief thought of him, her ears twitched to the half-laugh of a noise Owen made and she followed his gaze across the cafe. She spotted Renton, looking handsome and fashionable and dying to be noticed. This also prompted a laugh from her, but a playfully exasperated look from Owen begged her not to encourage him. She followed his lead and went back to pretending not to notice him until he approached.
"Thank you," she said in unison with Owen. Though her response was entirely more cheerful since she had received a compliment. "You look very charming today," she said as if it was not true of him everyday.
She was still smiling at Renton when he moved closer. Though spoken in confidence the boldness of his statement set her ears to twitching rapidly. She back away so they didn't bat Renton in the face. "Well..." she began and the blush on her face was enough to give her away. Drusilla turned to order a chocolate frappe, which prompted another look from Owen since it was essentially just a milkshake because it didn't have coffee in it.
She turned back to Renton. "Yep," she said with a sudden surge of confidence. "I sure did."
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - saronym - 09-18-2019
Owen ignored whatever conspiring was going on behind him as he ordered his drink. Not his usual, actually. He was feeling festive so he ordered a cappuccino with cinnamon. He turned to get Drusilla’s attention, and frowned incredulously as she ordered what was essentially drinkable breakfast candy. Renton leaned over Owen’s arm, “Oh and a chocolate croissant. Thank you!” He flashed his charming smile at the barista and then at Owen before he moved aside, bringing Drusilla with him. THey left Owen to pay while Renton whispered excitedly at her. “I knew it. You vixen.”
His baby blues flashed at Owen gauging how much time they had to gossip before he joined them. Literally no time. He hurriedly whispered, “And?” Expecting her to give him some sort of quick word on how it was and what the status was and how it happened. There was no way she could satisfy his vibrating curiosity in the ten seconds they had before Owen joined them.
The back of Owen’s ears itched, he could tell they were talking about him, or about something they didn’t want him to hear, which was just as annoying. He put his card back into his wallet and waited for the croissant before he rejoined the conspiring pair.
Drusilla’s ears were twitching like crazy and there was a funny expression on her face. Had she told him?
“Thanks daddy!” Renton chimed as he reached greedily for the pastry when Owen joined them.
Except Owen withheld it, pulling it out of Renton’s grasp. “My assistant has a lot of work to do today, Agent Bell.” He lowered his voice some, “And stop calling me that, we’re at work.”
Renton smiled mischievously, “Oh sorry, right. Dru calls you that now, huh?”
“Just - take your breakfast candy.” Owen shoved the bag at Renton.
“Hey be careful!” Renton snickered as the bag crinkled when it met his hands. He opened the bag and took a bite of the croissant, while his eyes flicked between Drusilla and Owen. Yes, they made a wonderful couple. Delightful lynx couple. He wondered if Owen would ever figure it out, or if, perhaps now Drusilla would. Renton could have told Owen himself, but! What was the fun in that.
Renton could tell that Owen was trying to figure out if Drusilla had divulged information about their little tryst last night. So that's how it was? A thing that had just happened on the fly. And now they were at work having to pretend like everything was normal. They hadn't even processed it all yet. What fun.
“So what do you have going on today, Lieutenant Colonel?” Renton asked through a bite of his breakfast.
“Meetings.” Owen heard his name called and moved up to the counter to accept his hot and her cold beverage from the barista.
Renton took the few seconds they would be alone to nudge Drusilla for anymore details she would spare.
As Owen rejoined Drusilla and Renton, Owen tasted each of the drinks. His brows rose at the sweetness of Drusilla’s drink. He wasn’t displeased with it. Obviously. It tasted amazing, but it was fucking drinkable candy. He gave her an amused look as he passed it over.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - megs - 09-20-2019
It wasn't difficult for Renton to sweep Drusilla up in his excitement, and for her to forget her icy work persona for a moment. He always had that effect on her. She suppressed girlish giggles as her pulled her along, away from Owen so they could talk. Drusilla rolled her eyes upwards, ears stood at attention as she tried to think of the best, singular word to describe her experience. "Incredible," she sighed, just before Owen rejoined them. Renton quickly had her blushing again with his playful banter. Drusilla lowered her face and pretended to be very interested in something on her phone. She liked listening the two of them, always impressed with the silly things that Renton managed to get away with when it came to Owen. A insight to their friendship. Especially when one of them was so serious at work and the other was not.
There was a moment of silence while Renton ate his pastry looking downright gleeful. Not even bothering to hide that he knew something had happened between them. Owen was gone again when his name was called and Renton's elbow was in her side. "I don't know where to begin," she said quickly. Once again, they had very little time to gossip and if he wasn't so impatient she would be able to give him all the details when they ditched work to go chat, which she totally knew they would do at some point that day. "It happened so suddenly, but..."
Owen was back, handing a drink to her after submitting it to a taste for his own approval. "Thank you," she said politely. She smiled at him. "I have a few things to take care of while the Lieutenant Colonel is in his meetings," she explained to Renton with formality that was really for the benefit of anyone who happened to be listening in. "What's on your agenda?" She asked, knowing that the blue-eyed rascal could have a full day of tasks booked and still go off and do whatever he wanted.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - saronym - 10-14-2019
“Oooh what did you get?” Renton grabbed Owen’s drink and tasted it. Renton licked a bit of foam from his lips. “Oh my God?”
Owen snatched the drink back and glared at his friend.
“Owen is that cinnamon in your drink?”
“I wanted something new. Hop off.” Owen griped before he took a sip of his own drink again. He started moving off in the direction of the elevators, expecting them to follow.
Renton’s face was all sass for Owen before he turned to answer Drusilla’s question with a roll of his eyes. “The usual. Hey, I know what would be fun. What if I bring my computer up and work in your office?”
“Don’t you have a desktop with like...six monitors?”
Renton shrugged. “It’ll be fine. Plus then me and Dru can hang out while you’re in meetings and still get work done.”
“My office is not a playdate space.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
Owen pinched the bridge of his nose. The elevator door crawled open and he stepped inside and turned around and faced forward with his usual blank stare.
“So, Dru. What do you think? Should we order food on base or leave for lunch today?”
Owen let the two of them chatter while they took the elevator to Central Command. When the doors opened, Owen let the two of them exit ahead of them. He took hold of the file folder pinned under Dru’s arm.
“I’m going to my meeting now. You two - just -” His eyes bounced from her to him and back again. The two fast friends. “-just be good. Try to get some work done.”
Renton flashed a smile at Owen and looped his arm through Drusilla’s. “Of course we will!”
Owen looked once more at Julianna before he walked off leaving them to whatever they would get into.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - megs - 10-15-2019
Julianna couldn't help but laugh as Renton continued being himself. It was refreshing how unabashedly self-assured he was. Owen and Renton were both so confident in their own ways. She envied them. Owen had told her once that she looked as if she was apologizing to the world for existing. A self-conscious queen he had said with some disbelief. How easily he could see past all her masks now.
"That sounds great," she agreed to Renton joining her, even though it sounded like Owen was trying to discourage it. She laughed at the commentary as Owen fully turned away from them and entered the elevator. The pair followed suit, standing in front of him and chatting as he stared over their heads. Julianna knew he was honed in on them, even if feigning indifference.
"We should order in! There's a new Veridian restaurant that opened downtown. I would kill for a pastel, right now."
The doors opened and they all exited the elevator. Her tail swayed behind her knees. There was a tug at the files and she relinquished them easily, whipping around to face Owen. He was all business now. Looking handsome and authoritative in his pressed and tailored uniform.
Just be good.
He sounded like he was dropping rowdy teenagers off at the mall. She was reminded of the way Renton had called him daddy earlier, and it made her giggle. Which wasn't very convincing with Renton insisting they would behave. "I will see you after your meeting, sir," she said pleasantly. Renton was linking their arms together. With a final warning look Owen left them, and Renton was already pulling her in the opposite direction.
"I'm going to get lunch ready," she said, as they walked in tandem towards Owen's office. She pretended to suddenly be very invested in the phone she pulled from her breast pocket. Even though she knew Renton was eager for more details of her encounter with Owen.
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - saronym - 10-15-2019
Owen disappeared off to his meeting, and Renton hurried Drusilla along to Owen’s office. He was practically dragged her while she fiddled with her phone. He tossed open the door and ushered her inside. Closing it, he rounded on her with a serious expression. “So.” He sounded a bit less amused than earlier.
“He’s still with Sophia, isn’t he?” Renton rolled his eyes and turned to pace. “Look, far be it from me to judge. Trust me, I'm not. We all know his heart is yours. But I know you’re not interested in casual with that man and he’s carried on long enough with this wishy-washy bullshit. You better make him lock it down.” He shook his head looking disgusted (probably at Owen).
After he gave a little miniature lecture, Renton smiled again, lightening up considerably. “So, incredible, huh?”
He scoffed, “It’s the least he can do,” and then giggled mischievously. “He better fuck you right after all he’s putting you through.” Playfully, Renton pinched Drusilla's side before he turned now to fiddle with the things on Owen’s desk. He rounded to the chair and plopped down into it, trying on the leather for size. It smelled good. Still so new and hardly used because Owen was so rarely on base and when he was he was so rarely sitting in that chair.
Renton leaned forward and steepled his fingers together looking as if he was conspiring. “You want to dish on the dirty details or are you too shy?”
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - megs - 10-15-2019
Julianna looked up from her phone, but her fingers kept moving across the screen. She'd become a master of being able to text without looking since being introduced to all of Owen's friends. They were quite the chatty bunch. Engaging in several group chats while also wanting her individual attention. Not to mentioned her own friends that always needed her advice on something. Lunch had been ordered, so she drew her thread with Aphrodite to a close. Clicking her phone off and tucking it away. "Uhm, yes..." she admitted when interrogated about Sophia. Her ears pinning backwards. Her tail curled closer to her spine. "Owen mentioned wanting to bring things to a close with her," she quoted him, to satisfy Renton's sassy curiosity. "He said that they don't feel the same way about each other." She looked down at the tops of her shoes coyly, though a small smile did appear at the corner of her mouth. "He said that's he's been...'preoccupied'...with me." Her tail uncurled and swayed again as she recalled the conversation.
"I feel bad for not feeling bad about Sophia. I want to be with him, but I've seen for a long time that they're not right for each other."
Her face turned ferociously red as he repeated her earlier adjective back to her. Her ears rotated to their more bashful position, a flat plane off either side of her head. She laughed with a nervous staccato when Renton pinched her side. She finger-combed her hair as she dropped into one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"It was all very unexpected," she began. Renton wasn't wrong, typically she would be too shy, but she wanted to talk to someone about the good thing that had happened to her. Ren was probably her best friend, next to Aphrodite who wouldn't want to hear that she had hooked up with Owen at all.
"So he asked me to show him how to dance-"
The door to Owen's office burst open without so much as a warning knock. Sophia stood in the doorway. She was already frowning, and it only deepened when she discovered Owen's busybody secretary and one of his friends. She couldn't remember his name, just that he was kind of annoying.
"Where's Owen?" She snapped at them. Sophia was still wearing combat boots, and camouflage pants that suggested she had just returned recently from an assignment. Her uniform was dressed down some, since she only wore a plain white tank top.
Julianna's ears perked to attention and she stared back at Sophia with a wide-eyed shock. "He's in a meeting."
RE: Strictly Business [Closed] - saronym - 10-18-2019
Renton laughed rolling his eyes playfully as he leaned back in the leather chair. “He would use a word like preoccupied. That is the most Owen shit.” He was making fun of his friend but carefully studying the brightening of Drusilla’s whole being when she talked about the encounter she had with him. It was easy to see that Owen had made her feel special in his own way. It made Renton feel happy, or relieved almost. Drusilla always seemed to be quietly carrying a heavy burden. Today, she seemed different. Lighter. His pensive smile turned wicked when she started to get into the details. He leaned forward again and crossed his arms on the desk like an eager schoolboy.
However, the story hardly started when they were so rudely interrupted.
Renton’s eyes flashed to the offender and was even more displeased when it turned out to be Sophia. She brought with her a negative energy that would have made the feathers on his wings quiver if they’d been visible.
“Well look who it is. You’ve got a whole G.I. Jane thing going on.” Renton beamed at her though there was no friendship in the smile. He had no love for the combat fatigues on either women or men -- he preferred the full dress uniform or better yet actual formalwear -- though he could admit the tank top flattered her toned figure.
“Which room is he in, Dru?” Renton prompted her to be more detailed with Owen’s whereabouts. “She always knows where he is.” Renton added to be catty.