the rules

nc-17 | sexual content

"The rules, Josh."

The look in her eyes stopped him. Cold and blank. He grinned, hoping his dimples would sway her, but there wasn't a flicker of emotion in her face, so he quickly switched a crestfallen expression.

"Don't even try the 'you just killed my hamster' look," she warned him.

"You're no fun."

"You should have thought of that before."

He leaned in closer, brushing her cheek with the tip of his nose. "Before today, before I agreed to the rules, or before I started sleeping with you?"

"Any. All. Take your pick. No personal space invasions in the office. Rule #7."

"Come on. No one's here."

"No sex in the office. Rule #1." She jabbed his chest with her finger for emphasis.

"A man has needs, Donna."

"I'm sure there's porn somewhere in this building. Go take care of it yourself."

The shock that must have registered on his face broke her façade, and she started laughing. Even when he trapped her between his body and the door, she couldn't stop.

"Rule ... rule seven ... Josh!"

"Screw rule seven," he rasped, pressing the full length of his body against hers. She didn't protest when he kissed her, or when he sought out her breast through her shirt, discovering that she was just as hard as he was. It wasn't until he left her mouth, meandering to his favorite spot on her neck, that she put up any show of resistance.

"Rule #2. No kissing in the ... um, something. Office."

"That's number three," he muttered, fingers deftly working the buttons of her shirt.

"No, number three is that ... oh, mmm ... um, it's, number three is that you can't ... can't call me 'your woman.'"

"That's number four. And I think you secretly like it, anyway."

"They're my rules. I think I ... Josh, we can't do this." He glanced up at her, but she had her head tilted back, running her tongue over her lips, so he assumed her protests were just for show. Especially when he hiked up her skirt and slid his hand into her underwear, making her let loose a small moan.

"Then you might want to note I'm about to break number ten."

Her hands found his pants, yanking down the zipper in one swift motion. "You're going to leave the toilet seat up?"

"I thought number ten was no hickeys."

"No, that's number - Josh!"

"I got carried away," he said sheepishly, noting the reddening mark on her neck.

"I'm going to kill you."

"No killing Josh. That's number fifteen."

"I never agreed to that one." She tugged down his underwear, her fingers wrapping around his length and almost distracting him from his task. He rubbed her clit with two fingers now, watching the hickey blend into her skin as it flushed.

"Do you know how beautiful you are like this?" She was biting her lip, clenching her eyes shut, and he knew she was close. He pushed her over the edge with a soft kiss on her temple. Not wasting a second, he didn't even wait for her to come back from the high before he guided her onto his desk, ignoring the clatter of a stapler hitting the floor. He sunk into her snug warmth, grunting at the sensation.

"Just don't think that you can break the rules with impunity, now," she warned him.

"Didn't cross my mind for a moment," he said, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

"You gave me a hickey?"

"Wear a turtleneck."

"It's the middle of ... oh, July."

"So?" His capacity for logic withered away to nothing as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper. Fortunately, she gave up on arguing, choosing to kiss him instead. He whimpered into her mouth when he climaxed, and he felt her smile against his lips. When he finally separated their bodies, though, that expression had given away to one of worry.

"Anyone who sees us is going to know what we were doing."

He took in the sight of Donna, perched on the edge of his desk. Her legs were spread, her panties hanging off her left foot. Her skirt was bunched up around waist, exposing her swollen folds. Her shirt was halfway unbuttoned, the cups of her bra pushed aside. As her skin began to return to its normal color, the blemish was clearly visible on the expanse of her neck.

"Well, yeah, if you go around like that."

She kicked him, the tip of her heel digging into his shin. "Ow!"

"You deserved it."

"Donna, it's almost 3 in the morning. Who's going to see us?"

As she slid off the desk, she began to rearrange her clothing. "A janitor. He'll sell his story to Dateline for $50,000 and everyone will start talking about the all-night sex romps in the Deputy Chief of Staff's office."

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "All-night, huh?"

"Don't make me kick you again." With her attire back to normal, she set to work on straightening his tie.

"I think we need rule #21. No physical abuse of Josh."

"That would really take the fun out of dating you, wouldn't it?" She made his tie just a touch too snug, and he gagged.

(fin.)