WEDNESDAY: OFFICE

[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

Hello everyone, it's cala_jane again, I hope you're all warmed up for today's theme.

We're playing in the office and anything is a fair game. Office space, innappropariate use of a desk, porn on the computer, photocopying your ass, photocopying more than your ass, evil bosses and naughty secretaries. Let your imagination go wild. Excesive use of the Torchwood fandom is highly encuraged in this one.

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

For example:
Supernatural, Dean Smith/Sam Wesson, appropariate work attitude
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, report

And remember to post no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom per person. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

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[samescenes.livejournal.com]

Forgive me if there's anything glaringly wrong - I'm really not very familiar with this show, but this prompt is hotttt.

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Her underwear is plain, they’re just unadorned pale purple briefs that slowly soak through as he licks her through the material. She smells thick, strong, and he pulls back slightly to see, the dark patch under the sodden purple, and under that, the dusky pink of her slit.

He grabs under her knees and pulls her forward in her chair so her ass is teetering on the edge, and he laughs obnoxiously loud when she squeaks in surprise.

“Oh, I am going to completely blow your mind,” Barney says, not even bothering to keep his voice down.

“Barney,” she hisses, “shut –” and the door opens. Barney can hear overpriced loafers and the rustle of a starched suit.

“Victor,” Robin says, over-pleasant, and Barney laughs under his breath. He tries to worm a finger between her legs, peeling the underwear to the side, but Robin’s knees slam shut.

Barney snorts to himself. He listens to what’s going on above him with half an ear, slipping a hand up Robin’s thigh, under her skirt so he can pull her underwear down as far as he can before it snags on her bunched thighs.

“The bossman wants to know…” he hears, and contents himself with stroking the top of Robin’s clit with the tip of his thumb.

It’s all he can reach with her thighs clammed up so tight, but he grins at the hitch in her voice when she says, “Here’s the research for the, ah. The Sumpton story.”

Barney gets the feeling she wants to get out of her seat and show the man out of her office, but she can’t with her skirt pushed up around the waist and the heavy, throbbing feeling between her thighs.

“I’ll get back to him soon, Victor, I’m just swamped at the moment,” she says, and as soon as the door closes, her thighs relax and she kicks him under the table.

“You asshole,” she hisses, but Barney just smiles.

“You love it,” he says, and Robin rolls her eyes. “Now, just lie back and enjoy.”

He peels the underwear the rest of the way off, making sure to trail it slowly down her legs. He inches forward to kneel between her knees, hands in the creases of her thighs so he can keep them apart.

At first, he licks from her hole, up through her wetness to circle her clit and back down, teasing her with by pushing his tongue inside her, but then withdrawing and flicking over her clit in an irregular, maddening rhythm, but Robin’s hands wind into his hair, pulling and pushing his mouth where she wants it and, okay, hot, but also rude, he took a lot of time in front of the mirror that morning to get that look, but then Robin’s panting above him, “God, Barney, just do it,” and he can feel her muscles fluttering under his hands, tensing and relaxing, and he has to feel the heat inside her, so he shifts one hand down, sliding a finger in deep, turning and crooking.

Robin’s hips twitch, fucking into his face, and he latches over her clit and sucks hard, a steady and insistent pressure.

“Shit, yes,” she says, “I’m going to –” and Barney slides in another finger, starting to fuck her properly, and he hums around Robin’s clit, and all it takes is one, two, three thrusts of his fingers and she’s coming, her breath hitching in an effort to keep her moan stuck in her throat. Her fingers tighten over the curve of Barney’s skull, and he knows when he emerges from under her desk his hair will be in spiky tufts. There’s no way he’s not going to walk out of here looking thoroughly debauched, especially with his shining and swollen mouth.

He pulls back, and she pushes out her chair. She looks down at him, her cheeks and neck flushed. He licks his lips and gives her his favorite post-orgasm look, the one that says, ‘Don’t even try to deny you don’t think I’m awesome,’ and she rolls her eyes at him again.

“It was alright,” she says. “I suppose.”

“Puh-lease,” Barney says.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

mmmmmm... sooo hot :) and perfectly in character... you have no reason to be unsure about this fandom, because you got the voices down very well... loved it, hon :) *Hugs*