This is… probably… NSFW.
This is what happens when an ace person reads too much smut, I guess. I dunno? I had this stuck in my head for a while and… well… apparently nothing else wants to be written until I get this done first.
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Thea stands in front of the glass walls of her office, ostensibly enjoying the view of the city skyline at night, but really using the reflection to see behind her. It’s late enough that the lights are dimmed down to only a quarter brightness, everyone’s computer monitors on sleep mode–almost everyone has gone home to enjoy their weekend.
A soft, muffled noise, cloth rubbing against leather. She smiles, sees it on her reflection, the way her mouth slides sideways showing teeth.
Almost everyone.
A series of dull, near inaudible steps makes its way from the sofa to her. She doesn’t turn around, not even at the first tentative touch of lips to the nape of her neck. She doesn’t need to–she can keep her eyes straight ahead and still enjoy the sight of Cody’s torso curling down to accommodate their height differences. The curve of his neck so he can continue to press kisses to her neck, her shoulders, the faintest pressure she can barely feel through the fabric of her suit jacket.
“Careful,” she warns, reaching a hand back, twining her fingers into his dark hair, mussing the neatly combed part, “This outfit is worth more than your little farm back home.”
“Yellow,” he murmurs, though he accepts the hair pulling with grace, lightly bracketing his hands over the curve of her hips.
She hums, turning in his hold so that they are face to face, chest to chest. The suit’s lapels curving over her breasts just barely brushing against the worn cotton of his tee shirt. His hands remain where they are, ready but awaiting orders.
“That was cruel of me,” Thea responds, acknowledging but neatly sidestepping the matter. Her hands trail across his body–one following up the lines of his arm, his shoulder, his neck, the other fluttering down around his skull, his ear–until both of them cup his jaw, the heels of her hand cradling his chin, her thumbs sweeping slow and sure over his cheekbones, back and forth.
“You’ve been so good for me,” she praises, and with the barest of movements, just a hint of a pull, Cody bends down further, “So good for me,” she repeats, as he goes to his knees in front of her, “Would you like to continue?” she asks.
“Yes,” he breathes, leaning in until his forehead rests against her belly. His hands remain where they are, but they clench eagerly, anticipating.
Thea smiles, pleased, “For my skirt, use your hands,” she orders, because this is still a very expensive suit. But–one last swipe of her thumbs over his cheeks before she lets go, index finger catching on his lower lip as she pulls away–“Everything else, you only use your mouth.”
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Cody is used to waking up in the morning and being used as living, breathing furniture; Thea’s laptop balanced on his pecs, her paperwork on his abs, and herself curled up or sprawled over his lap like a cat–confident of her claim, but fluidly forming to the space. At least there isn’t a cup of coffee on him this time.
“No, I don’t care what Hendricks’ plans are, get him in that meeting today any way you can,” Thea says into the cellphone jammed between her shoulder and jaw, hands typing furiously away, “He owes us for last quarter’s budget meeting–he’s lucky he still has a job, much less his department. Remind him of that, and tell him if he doesn’t show up then he won’t have either,” she huffs, irritated, a full throated whoosh of air, no doubt distorting painfully into the call.
Cody doesn’t move, careful not to dislodge her or her things, but he strokes a hand up Thea’s side–reveling in the feel of bare skin–gentle enough as to not be distracting but firm enough not to tickle.
She glances to him, noting his calm expectant smile, before shooting him one of her own, “Yes, thank you, Sam. I’ll see you later,” she finishes, before hanging up and setting the phone on top of her makeshift desk.
“Stressful day already?” He asks, both hands gripping her sides, groping their way upwards; fingers skimming across ribs, teasing around the curve of her breasts, the hardening peaks of nipple, “I can help with that,” he offers, before stroking back down again, the jut of her hipbones fitting perfectly into the palms of his hands. Still, none of her things move from where she placed them on him.
“I know you can,” she says, shifting around to straddle him, knees digging into the mattress, the warm press of their thighs against each other. Already Thea can feel the shape of his cock, the curve of it firm beneath her hand, twitching and swelling in time to his pulse.
She gives it a squeeze, enjoying the way his expression blows open and wanton; but she’s far more proud of the way he bites back a moan, the aborted almost thrust of his hips seeking additional friction.
“Unfortunately,” she sighs, pulling her hand away, as if she really were too busy to indulge, “I have so many things to do before my meeting today,” she smirks, “I couldn’t possibly postpone for a fuck,” she punctuates with a roll of her own hips, brushing against the head of his dick. It leaves a smear of precum on her skin, but she ignores it in favor of the desperate look on his face.
He pants, a whine catching in his voice, “Who said anything about postponing?” he asks, even now staying so obediently still.
Thea’s grin widens, honest and pleased. Good behavior deserves a reward, and he does have a point: she’s always been good at multitasking.
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A/N: Uh… I guess the smut was alluded to more than actually shown… typical of me. But still! NSFW! Um… if you got this far, cool, hope you enjoyed this little story about a domme and her sub. I was going to write more–about how Thea’s asshole of a stepbrother is trying to muscle her out of the company by trying to contest her share of the inheritance even though she’s been running it for the past five years, and how the meeting is basically getting the other major shareholders to sell her part of their shares so that she remains on the board if he succeeds or so she has more than he does if he doesn’t… uh. Basically, corporate politics so which didn’t super mesh well with the Thea+Cody scenes so, mreh?
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