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brookeap3 · 6 years

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Office Memos (Getting Caught)

A/N: Prompt #76 "We have to be quick” for @oqpromptparty. I really love how this turned out and I hope you all find it just as amusing. Set in the Post-its and Paperclips verse.

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“Good afternoon, lovely,” Robin chimes from the doorway, leaning against the jamb with his signature smirk adorning his face.

Glancing up from where she’s scribbling notes, sketching out and brainstorming ideas for a print ad campaign she’s working on, Regina smiles, pleased. But then, seeing Robin usually has that effect on her, and he’s always a welcome distraction late in the day when energy is waning.

“Hello,” she greets. “How can I help you today, Mr. Locksley?” Her tone is all flirtatious sass, egged on when Robin groans quietly and slips inside, discreetly shutting the door behind him. She knows what it does to him when she calls him that, particularly here, in the office. Gets them both all hot and bothered, and she shouldn’t tease him so, except, well, she needs some form of entertainment to power through the next hour and it’s so much fun to torment him.

Robin crosses the length of her office in a few long strides, coming to stand on the opposite side of her desk, leaning both palms on the wooden surface and ducking his head down so he’s hovering closer to her, breath ghosting across her lips, that pine scent drifting her way as he says, “As a matter of fact, I was hoping you could help with a consultation on something. Check your email, beautiful.”

Shifting her focus away from the stray thought that his stubble has grown out a bit more this week, making him look even sexier, she asks, “Is this for the Belfrey account?” They’ve been working together on that one for a month now, Gold no longer pitting them against each other when they work so much better with one another. Regina’s eyes flicker up to Robin’s clear blue ones, amusement twinkling in them as she chuckles and turns to her computer, clicking a few buttons to bring up her email.

Sure enough, there’s one from Robin. Sent ten minutes ago. A calendar request with nothing but a string of dots in the subject line followed by a few question marks. Side-eyeing him curiously, noting the mischievous grin as he watches her, Regina shakes her head and double clicks to open it. As she reads the body of the message, her initial reaction is pure and utter mirth, laughter bubbling out of her throat as she scans over the words again.

Fuck your fiancé

He’s scheduled them a quickie during working hours, set for precisely four o’clock. A quick glance down to the corner of her screen shows 4:03 on the clock, and she bites her lower lip and looks back to Robin.

Lifting one brow, Regina looks up at him with simultaneous interest and bemusement. “Really? Here? Now? Robin, it’s the middle of the afternoon.”

“So?” he counters, grinning widely and wickedly as he rounds the desk and reaches out a hand to pull Regina to her feet, until her body is flush against his. One hand lifts to run his fingers through her hair while the other traces patterns at the small of her back.

It’s not as if they’ve never taken a bit of personal time during the work day before, memories of several delicious soirées in the supply closet coming to mind. And he wants her, has been wound up all day thinking about her in this outfit. She knows what those tight pencil skirts and plunging necklines do to him. Watching her dress this morning, and just the glimpse he’d caught of her in the kitchen on his way into a meeting earlier, hadn’t been enough, and he’s been chained to his desk since.

It’s a busy time for them both, working on major accounts, taking on new ones and they’ve done nothing more than collapse in the evenings after checking off the basics of dinner and bath time and reading until Roland conks out for the better part of a week now.

There’s been no time for just the two of them. He misses her. Being with her, and Robin doesn’t see why they shouldn’t indulge themselves a bit.

And he’s free now (for today at least), has just submitted the final draft of a campaign to Gold and is ready to celebrate in the best way he can think of. Plus, thanks to Ashley, he knows Regina’s nothing left on her calendar for the day, no meetings or appointments scheduled. There’s a bit of a thrill to the idea as well, taking her here, in her office, on her desk. Robin’s hand drops to skim along her hip now, thumb stroking as the other inches downward toward her ass, cupping it in his palm with a knowing little wiggle of his brows.

They shouldn’t. It’s entirely unprofessional. And she needs to get these sketches finished.

But, god, she wants him. Misses him just as much as he’s missed her. It’s been over a week since the last time they’ve had sex and while reasonably she knows that’s not all that long, it does nothing to dissipate the dull throbbing between her thighs at the mere idea.

“I want to take you on this desk, finger you until you’re wet and just on the edge and then make you cry out while you come around my cock,” he continues, licking his bottom lip distractingly. “What do you say, milady?” Robin questions, “You up for it?” giving her ass cheek a squeeze for good measure.

She hesitates another few seconds, considering. But, well, who can resist an offer like that?

Fuck. Why the hell not?

“Fine, but we have to be quick,” Regina orders, voice already breathless with anticipation and desire as she presses herself closer to him, tugging him backward by the tie around his neck as she sits down on the edge of her desk.

Robin doesn’t need to be told twice. He dives in for a frantic kiss, teeth dragging along her bottom lip as he groans against her mouth. Something he’s waited all day to be able to indulge in. His fingers make quick work of the top three buttons of her blouse while Regina deepens the kiss. Her nails scratch bluntly at the base of his neck, gripping onto the short hair there.

Then Robin pulls away, moving to suck hot, open-mouthed kisses to the underside of her ear, along her jawline and down to her neck where Regina’s pulse thuds beneath his lips. His tongue does a lovely swirl against her skin, in the hollow of her throat, and she can’t stop the low moan that escapes as she lets her head fall back in delight. “Mmmm, yes. Feels so good, babe.”

Thoroughly focused on his task, Robin smiles, stubble tickling her skin as the corners of his mouth tip up and he repeats the action one more time before he’s moving lower, licking over the swells of her breasts. She’s wearing a lacey bright red bra and the hint of it beneath her navy blouse is a tantalizing sight.

Her hands are busy as well, roaming the expanse of Robin’s back and shoulders, down along his biceps and up to his head to hold him in place. Her legs wrap around his waist, and the hard press of his erection to her center when she tightens them around him even more, one heel slipping off her foot to fall with a thunk to the floor, has that well of need demanding more. Greedy for every sensation he’s capable of creating inside her.

Regina’s fingers fumble for the buckle of Robin’s belt as he leans her further back on her desk, crushing papers and sending her pen rolling across the surface to slip over the edge. His mouth covers hers again, and Regina sweeps her tongue into his mouth, moaning softly as the taste of him fills her, one of his hands cupping her breast while the other edges the hem of her skirt a little higher.

One of his hands slips between her thighs, inching upward and upward toward where she’s already wet for him, where she needs his touch the most. Regina’s just managed to slide the zipper of his slacks down, knuckles brushing over the hard bulge of his cock through his boxer briefs when the distinctive click of her doorknob sounds.

“Hey, sister, what the hell is—” Leroy’s voice echoes through the room, coming to an abrupt halt when he catches sight of them laid out on her desk in such a compromising position.

Shit. They’d forgotten to lock the door.

“Jesus! My eyes!” he exclaims with a grunt, quickly covering them as a scowl covers his face and the two of them frantically try to right themselves, pulling zippers and shirts closed as Robin’s hand retreats from beneath her skirt. “Don’t you two have any damn dignity? How the fuck am I supposed to unsee that? Keep it in your pants till working hours are over for Christ sake.”

He slams her office door with a bang, muttering something about indecency under his breath, and Regina squeezes her eyes shut in mortification. “I’m never going to be able to look him in the eye ever again.” Robin merely chuckles, shoulders shaking as he tucks his face into her neck. “It’s not funny, Robin!” she scolds, smacking him on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her, lifting his head to meet her eyes, though he doesn’t look apologetic in the least, “but it’s a little funny.” Robin steps between her legs again, cupping her cheek in his palm and adding, “At least it wasn’t Gold. Or Mary.”

Oh god. Okay, alright, that would have been even more embarrassing, so, yes, it could have been worse, she supposes. She’ll take Leroy catching them over either of those options. “I guess you’re right,” Regina concedes, lifting a single brow when Robin’s hands begin to caress along her side again, over her thighs. “What are you doing?”

Robin’s thumb circles her hip bone, dipping his index finger between the band of her skirt and her blouse. It takes a minute before he answers, hands brushing lightly over her and stirring her senses up again, “I don’t believe we were finished, love.”

Regina’s jaw slackens as she stares at that damn adorable smirk on Robin’s face. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am quite serious,” Robin counters, dipping his mouth to kiss along her jaw up to her ear where he swirls his tongue over her lobe, sucking on it gently and making her shiver. “Despite the… interruption, I still want you. Just like this.” He draws back then, looking down at her and the adorable flush to her skin, the way her shirt gaps open still to reveal teasing glimpses of her lingerie.

Need tightens sharply in his belly.

She’s the picture of temptation. Seductive and desirable without even trying, and Robin finds her damn near irresistible, location and circumstances be damned. “You’re gorgeous,” he tells her reverently, adoringly, “And I love you,” as he moves in for a kiss to sway her.

How is it that this man can distract her so easily?

Regina hums into it, palm grasping at his cheek while heat slowly spreads through her limbs, heating her blood with renewed vigor. Clearly, she’s lost her mind because she’s actually considering it. Or maybe she’s just so needy, has missed feeling him like this so much she doesn’t care.

Her resolve wavers. Damn him. She’s still wet, still wants to feel him inside her, to be taken the way he’d promised her. When Robin nips at her collarbone in that way that she loves, Regina gasps and relents.

“Go lock the damn door this time.”

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rabbit-exe · 7 years

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Her Name

He glances down at the little plastic bottle in his hand, shaking the rattling contents out onto his palm and sighing. He actually got dressed, for this, even if he still hasn’t showered in a week. It’s stupid, he thinks. He’s stupid for doing this. There’s just… this… thing, a thing on his back and in his chest filling (or is it hollowing) his ribcage, and he doesn’t care if it’s stupid, it’s important enough to get dressed for. He laughs, a little, but it’s effort and he stops. Then he looks at his hand, and downs as many pills as he can. This is overkill—he’s taking way more than he needs to get the desired result.

So he drops the bottle, sits down right where he was standing (the floor is cold but it doesn’t matter anymore), leans his head against the wall and waits.

The floor’s too cold. It’s annoying, now. He’s shaking, he feels like he’s been pushed into a lake of ice water, but he’s too tired to thrash around or scream. Exhaustion sets in at his bones heavier than before, dragging at his eyelids and stealing his irregular breath. He can feel his heart pounding oddly in his head. It hurts, so does everything, his organs are taut with tension and his skin clammy with sweat. It hurts. He doesn’t regret it, but that’s mostly because he can’t really think of anything to regret right now, it’s too cold and he’s too tired, he just wants to sleep. He just feels his eyes about to slip shut, and as they do—

Through his oddly warped, cloudy vision, he sees what he thinks is a person. He’s about to try to move, move away, don’t let them stop this, but he can’t and it’s nobody he knows anyway. It’s just some girl, it’s fine.

Why is there a little girl in his apartment?

It’s weird, but not for the most obvious reason. She’s all in black-and-white, even as his vision sharply clears for some reason. Only around her, the rest of the hall is distorted and dark. She’s otherworldly, like a pencil sketch that stood up and became a person.

“Hello,” she says, quietly. Gently. She sits next to him, cross-legged on the floor, long pleated skirt obscuring her feet. He looks at her, and she looks at the wall, not seeming to mind. There’s nothing awkward about this, he finds. Her presence is as natural as breathing.

“Hi,” he says. Then, he notices that he’s still in the hall, but he isn’t hurt. A little cold, but not hurt. He can breathe. His limbs don’t shake.

For a while, they sit there.

“What’s your name?” She asks, high voice still soft and clear.

“Matthew.” He doesn’t like it very much, though. He hates it when people shorten it.

“That’s a nice name,” she responds, knowingly smiling as he wonders if he said his thoughts aloud. He didn’t, he decides, but he doesn’t mind.

“Yours?”

“I have a lot of them,” she says, fidgeting and locking her fingers together in different ways. “My real name is Phen. I like it better than the other ones.” Phen tilts her head and smiles.

“Phen. That’s an odd name. Suits you,” he mumbles. She nods, pointing a tiny finger at him.

“Your name suits you, too. You’re a Matthew person. The most Matthew I’ve ever met.” He laughs a little at her childish conclusion. It’s not ridiculous in itself, it’s just the way she said it with such confidence.

“So I am.” They resume staring at the wall, sitting together in comfortable silence.

She puts her hand on his arm, and wow, her skin is really cold.

“I don’t think I can stay much longer. You’re going to wake up soon,” she sighs, slightly saddened by their parting.

“Wake up…?”

“I’ll see you again, eventually. That’s the way things are,” she whispers. “I promise.” Her skirt rustles as she stands, eyes cast away.

“Wait, I want to stay here!” He cries, attempting to stand, but the weight is back. “Come back! Phen!”

She smiles at him, softly, before turning around and walking away.

He wakes up with a slow opening of his eyes, lying down on a weird bed with an incessant beeping in his ears.

Where is he? Where’s Phen?

Oh, right. Hospital. So someone found him, then. But who?

Attempts to sit up are met with a flurry of noise and a person standing over him, pushing him back down.

He doesn’t want to talk, at all. His throat hurts, and he’s still tired, so they let him go back to sleep for a while before asking him about what he did.

He doesn’t see Phen.

He’s doing better, he really is. Been doing all the things functioning people do. Took up drawing, to have something to do. He sketches cats, and flowers, and the terrible view from outside his window, but the best drawings are the ones of her.

He doesn’t think about her often, but sometimes he’s having a bad day and he remembers meeting her for the first time, or he walks past the scene of a car crash and can’t help but imagine her little black skirt hanging around her ankles. It’s always scenes of disaster where he remembers her, but it’s never sad or bloody. Just… a thing. She’s just there.

Right now, his thoughts are filled with her. He misses her, this week has been the worst in a while and he’s really trying but he’s so exhausted, it’s too much. He’s holed up in his apartment and yes, he’s been talking to Andrew about it (he found him dying on the floor, back when he first met her) but he can’t bring himself to ask anyone to come over because he can’t face anyone right now.

So he picks up his pencil and sketchbook and draws a little sketch of her, crouched down in his little hallway with her white shirt all done up and her little hands fidgeting, and he misses her.

Five years later, he’s shot in an alley.

It hurts, initially. It’s so bad he doesn’t remember where he is, who he is, like the bullet knocked the memory out of him. The ground cracks against his head as he falls, and he lies there, looking up at the shattered-glass sky and trying to ignore the hole punched through is chest.

He almost forgets everything, but then he catches a glimpse of paper-white skin and a black pleated skirt and he remembers that he’s a Matthew person and he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and is it really her?

“Hello,” she says, sitting down next to him with that same gentle smile on her face.

The pain is gone, but he doesn’t get up. He knows it’s too late, he doesn’t care.

“It’s good to see you again,” he says. She nods, black hair swaying with the movement.

“You did so well,” she whispers, legs crossed and hands fidgeting with each other. “I’m so proud of you. You’re still a Matthew person, like you were back then.” Something about the way she says it has him grinning again, gently, softly, just like her.

They sit there, for a while.

“Well,” she says, standing up and brushing off her skirt. “I think it’s time, now.” He’s about to protest, but then she holds out her hand.

He looks at her, surprised she didn’t leave.

“Come on,” she smiles. “It’s alright. You did it.”

He takes her hand.

She pulls him up, still wearing that soft little smile, and they walk away into nothing.

#tw #trigger warning #tw for everything #tw suicide #tw death #depression #original fiction #writing #death #i made a character and wrote a thing

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slytherinqueencandice-blog · 7 years

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One Paw at a Time Chapter 2

I rubbed my head, wondering what I hit. " Oh, my I'm so.." I said as I smelled his scent of fresh cut grass and expensive cologne and looked up and came face to neck with Draco Malfoy. Draco looked aggravatedly down to see who had run into his back. As his eyes connected with mine he almost looked as if he had seen a different person, eyes a bit wide. Then before I was even sure of what I had seen, he smacked that smirk he was so famous for onto his face and in a sarcastic tone said:" Can't seem to see where you're going, huh Burke?" "Oh, Malfoy. Sorry about that. Getting your new robes?" I apologized as I looked up at him and fixed my hair brushing the long copper strands behind my ear and blushing a bit from embarrassment. He straightened black button-down and suit jacket." Yes, Trying to find someone competent seems like an absolute chore around this place." "I've always loved coming here to get my robes done. She's a sweet woman." I answered remembering all the years I had came to Madam Malkin's to get my robes or dresses tailored. Draco sneered a bit at my comment "Maybe for some half blood or mud blood. Not for a Malfoy." I sneered back. "Draco quit being such a twit. She does wonderful work." I said in a condescending tone. Draco had always been a twit, though. He hadn't changed much since when they were kids. Always talking down to everyone. Especially Harry Potter, Not that I really cared much about him either way, But I had to stay civil with him because our families were close and we were on the Slytherin Quidditch team together. Him as seeker and me as the Keeper. "Well anyway, I'll see you at the gala at Malfoy Manor before school starts next week. Try to be civil to people for one" I said as I walked passed him going into Madam Malkin's and left him standing there. Draco called after me saying in a sarcastic tone " Hey, Maybe you'll actually fill out a dress properly this year"snickering as he started to walk down the road. "Bugger off Malfoy," I murmured entering Madam Malkin's. Draco had always rubbed me the wrong way ever since we were kids. He was still the spoiled brat he had been when we were six. Always with a hateful, sarcastic comment or with a push or a trip going down the hallway. It seemed he had no substance of character what so ever, always riding on the coat tails of his father, Lucius Malfoy. All 'My father is gonna hear about this' or 'A Malfoy is always right'. It was annoying honestly. It seemed the only time we seemed to connect was Quidditch. Sad really, because we have known each other since birth, but it that is how it had always been. Arguing and yelling till we got onto the pitch. Quidditch. That is the only place we actually connected almost completely. Shaking my head to rid my memory of Draco I walked in to find Madam Malkin smiling at me. " Well hello, Gwendolyn. How are you this afternoon? Come to get new robes for the year?" I smiled back brightly "Yes, and a few other things. I need a new dress for the Gala this weekend." "Wonderful! I'll get your measurements and we will begin. You have grown quite a bit since last year already. Any ideas of what you would like dress wise?" She asked with a smile on her face. I thought deep about that question. I wanted to look respectable, which was expected of me but I also wanted to show everyone I wasn’t a little girl anymore. After all, I was turning 15 soon and had already grown into a woman it seemed this summer." Yes. I believe a long ball gown in emerald with a lower neckline this year. No more high collars. I believe I can fill out a dress just fine now." "Well, that is very true. Your chest has grown quite a bit since last year." Madam Malkin said smiling up at me while getting my measurements. "Grown quite a bit indeed." she chuckling. He dark brown hair was in a tight bun like she always had it since as long as I could remember. With a set of black dress pants and a light pink button up shirt. I blushed at the comment. It was the first time anyone had said anything like that to me. It seemed to everyone else she was the small child they had to know. But I had changed a lot over the summer. My hair longer, my chest larger, my legs and lean from quidditch practice and face more mature. 'Amazing what a few months can do' she laughed to herself. While getting all her dress robes pinned and taken in, Madam Malkin started pulling out patterns and sketched that she had done over the years to help me decide. As I was searching through the sketches and I finally came upon one that was absolutely perfect. It was a strapless princess style ballgown, a bit of a lower neckline than I was used to, in a beautiful emerald color with a lace over the whole dress with black beading around the corsets top hem. Even the emerald silk lacings on the back of the corsets seemed to be beaded with the black shiny beads. It also had black mesh underskirts to keep it poofed out. This was my dress. "This would be perfect!" I exclaimed to Madam Malkin as I pointed to the sketch. " Oh yes! This would be perfect for you! I can whip it up in a day if you'd like me to send it to your Manor for you when it's done." She said with a large longing smile on her face." I sketched this out years ago. With this color and your Copper hair. Oh my, I can only imagine. Well, it's settled. This shall be your dress. Can I get anything else for you?" " That will be all. Thank you so much. This is just what I needed." I answered as I paid her with the Galleons I had pulled out of our vault at Gringotts for my shopping trip for the day. I waved to her as I left her shop, happy with my choice and extremely excited to see the finished product. I walked into a few more shops before I went to get my books as well as most of the supplies from Flourish and Blotts, some new food and a new perch for my beautiful snowy owl Orion from Eeylops Owl Emporium and stopped into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor to get a scoop of their new butterbeer flavored ice cream and meet up with my best friend. Through the window, I saw her immediately, Daphne Greengrass. Her shoulder length blond hair straightened to perfection and in a beautiful sweater and skirt. Designer, of course. 'Finally, I found her!' I exclaimed in my head. Rushing through the doors I saw she was talking to Draco and Pansy Parkinson. Ugh, I hated that girl. Always hanging all over Draco lack a damn house scarf. Not that I really cared about who it was on but seriously, All over him. It was honestly kind of disgusting. Not to mention she wasn't the brightest wand in the store. "Hey, Daph." I said walking up next to her and hugging her. Daphne smiled back and said in a fake scolding tone "Look who finally showed up. I've been waiting for like 20 minutes. Ended up finding Malfoy. Now that's a downer." We giggled together at her last statement. Draco made a smirk and flirted with a smirk"Oh you know you were looking all over for me Greengrass. Just couldn't wait for the gala to catch a glimpse of me." Daphne laughed hard and then almost snorted when she saw Pansy's face looking disgusted. I couldn't help join in on that laugh because Pansy looked absolutely dreadful and seemed to be trying to morph into Draco just to get closer, trying to 'protect her spoils'. "So are we still grabbing our new Quidditch gear Daph?" I asked her turning away for the "Lovebirds" . "I need to get some new guards too. I'll accompany you?" Draco answered. Pansy started to protest in her whiniest voice that she obviously thought was endearing. "But Drakie, you said you take me to find a new outfit and a new gown for your parents gala." "I'm sure you'll find what you want just fine Pansy." Draco said eating his vanilla flavored ice cream. I ran up finally get my butterbeer ice cream and started eating it immediately. It tasted just as good at it smelled. Absolute perfection. So with an almost new outlook on life from that amazing ice cream, I went ahead and told Draco he could come with us. Which was really weird for me to do, but I was in such a good mood from the ice cream and the new gown, I decided to throw caution to the wind. Thankfully Draco left Pansy there. I don't think I could have listened to her high pitched voice much longer. Never had been able to stand her over the years even though we had been forced to endure each other for years with the galas, the meetings of all of their families, and such. She had always been annoying. We walked down to the Quality Quidditch supply and looked around. "Hey Draco, did you still need a new Quaffle for the pitch at your house? " I asked. Quidditch being the one thing we seemed to get along on, the conversation seemed easy. Picking up our new uniforms and a few other Quidditch essentials my eyes fell upon the brand new Firebolt. It was a thing of beauty. Draco's eyes seemed to be staring at the exact same thing. "She's a beauty, isn't she." He said in awe. " Yes, she is," I said in the same awe-struck tone. Daphne started laughing. " Wow, you guys get a room with the bloody thing already." She said between laughs. Draco and I leapt away from each other. "Oh, Greengrass. You're SOOOOO funny." Draco said with his patented smirk. "I think I should go find Pansy. She has probably trapped some other mate into trying to shop with her." He said with a sigh, making it seem as he would rather sit and stare at the broom then go find his "girlfriend." "Yes, I should be going too. " I said walking towards the door. "I need to pick up a few more things before heading home. See you guys later. Owl me Daph." as I walked out the door and back out into the road. Heading back towards the Leaky Cauldron I found the cutest earrings to fit my gown and made my through Carkitt market only to find Knockturn Alley to my right, to my distress as well, Borgin and Burkes, My grandfather's shop. A place I would never venture again if I had my way. Not again...

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