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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for < lj user="love_bingo">'s "quickie". Asato Tsuzuki/OFC (Mercy Falcone)
Word Count: 851
Hisoka had gone out of the office, looking for tea, leaving Tsuzuki with their usual backload of paperwork to fill out. A nap sounded like a better idea, at least a little shut eye while his partner's back was turned.
He was just settling his chin into the palm of his hand, elbow on the desktop when the door to the hallway opened. He shook himself awake and tried to look industrious for his partner, but instead of Hisoka, Mercy Falcone, the Public Security Section agent from the United States office, entered the room. Clearly, she wasn't gearing up for an extraction, because instead of her usual black turtleneck sweater over black cargo pants tucked into military shoes, she wore a high-collared green blouse over a black skirt short enough to give one a peep at the old-fashioned garters holding up her black silk stockings. Her red-brown hair hung loose about her face, gleaming in the lamp light.
"Hey there, you napping on the job again, puppy?" she teased, her cat-like grey eyes playful.
"Me? No, ah, I was just waiting for Hisoka to come back with some tea," he said.
She smiled at him, her pale eyes warm. "I'll bet you were: you know it's hard to lie to me; I've got a daughter and I've had practice fine-tuning my fib detector."
"Awww, you got me," he said with a laugh. "Yeah, I was just taking a break from this paperwork."
She perched herself on the edge of his desk, crossing one leg over the other and leaning closer. "You know, I can think of an incentive or two that would help you perform a little better," she said, looking into his eyes, he head tilted, eyelids relaxed.
He leaned away from her, scooching his chair back, but didn't take his eyes off her. "Errrr, what are you talking about? And what are you doing on my desk? Y-you're with Tatsumi."
She edged across the desktop, leaning closer to him before putting a hand on his chair back, boxing him in. "There's being in a relationship, and then there's having a little bit of fun at the office," she said. "I've seen you checking out my legs: I don't mind, neither does Tatsumi. He understands my needs." She slipped one foot out of its boot and reached out to caress the inside of his knee with her toes.
"B-but, what's Tatsumi gonna say when he comes in?" he sputtered, feeling his skin warm under his collar and his heart beat faster.
She chuckled, leaning closer and running her fingers along his collar. "He's too busy bean-counting to notice me slipping off. And he knows I need more than just his sweet energy to top me up."
"B-but, I'm with Hisoka... kind of..." he said, feeling the skin under the waistband of his trousers start to prickle.
"Mmm, but you do go both ways," she noted, leaning her face close to his, her mint-scented breath fanning his cheek. "I'm sure he'll understand; he pretty much understands how you feel about...another of my kind."
"Y-you mean Muraki?" he sputtered.
"Yes," she admitted, running her fingers over his chest, with a hint of reassurance. "Is that why you're fond of me? Because my eyes are like his and because I'm a woman, but you know that I'm safe?"
"It won't be safe, if Tatsumi finds out," he said, trying to edge away on his chair.
She took ahold of his tie. "Hmm, I don't know: it might be fun to have him watching." With one swift moment, she lowered herself into his lap, thighs spread, straddling his.
"N-no, he'd kill us both," he stuttered, but he slid his hands onto her waist.
At that moment, the door caved in and Tatsumi stormed into the room, his blue eyes blazing with jealousy. "Tsuzuki?! What are you doing with my girlfriend?" he snarled--
--"Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi's voice asked.
Tsuzuki blinked, looking around: his lap was empty, and Tatsumi stood across the desk from him. "Are you awake?" he asked. Mercy stood behind him, dressed in a black jersey over black cargo pants, her hair pulled back.
"Get that sex-crazed energy feeding woman away from me! How can you stand that two-timer?!" Tsuzuki yelled, jumping to his feet.
Tatsumi and Mercy looked at each other, confused. "What are you talking about?" Tatsumi asked,
"Yes, she was: she was just in here, vamping out on me!!" Tsuzuki snapped.
"What's gotten you, Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi asked.
"Must be a bout of spring fever," Mercy noted.
"I'm serious: she was just here, sitting in my lap, offering me a quickie!" Tsuzuki wailed.
"Maybe you slipped into dream-walking mode and weren't aware of it," Tatsumi suggested, looking at Mercy.
"No, I'd know if I had, I think he just had a bad dream," Mercy replied, then leaning closer, hand on the desk, she looked Tsuzuki in the eye. "You okay there, Tsuzuki?"
"Get away from me, you harpy: You've got a guy and so do I!" Tsuzuki yelled, pushing pas the both of them, and fleeing the room.
Word Count: 851
Hisoka had gone out of the office, looking for tea, leaving Tsuzuki with their usual backload of paperwork to fill out. A nap sounded like a better idea, at least a little shut eye while his partner's back was turned.
He was just settling his chin into the palm of his hand, elbow on the desktop when the door to the hallway opened. He shook himself awake and tried to look industrious for his partner, but instead of Hisoka, Mercy Falcone, the Public Security Section agent from the United States office, entered the room. Clearly, she wasn't gearing up for an extraction, because instead of her usual black turtleneck sweater over black cargo pants tucked into military shoes, she wore a high-collared green blouse over a black skirt short enough to give one a peep at the old-fashioned garters holding up her black silk stockings. Her red-brown hair hung loose about her face, gleaming in the lamp light.
"Hey there, you napping on the job again, puppy?" she teased, her cat-like grey eyes playful.
"Me? No, ah, I was just waiting for Hisoka to come back with some tea," he said.
She smiled at him, her pale eyes warm. "I'll bet you were: you know it's hard to lie to me; I've got a daughter and I've had practice fine-tuning my fib detector."
"Awww, you got me," he said with a laugh. "Yeah, I was just taking a break from this paperwork."
She perched herself on the edge of his desk, crossing one leg over the other and leaning closer. "You know, I can think of an incentive or two that would help you perform a little better," she said, looking into his eyes, he head tilted, eyelids relaxed.
He leaned away from her, scooching his chair back, but didn't take his eyes off her. "Errrr, what are you talking about? And what are you doing on my desk? Y-you're with Tatsumi."
She edged across the desktop, leaning closer to him before putting a hand on his chair back, boxing him in. "There's being in a relationship, and then there's having a little bit of fun at the office," she said. "I've seen you checking out my legs: I don't mind, neither does Tatsumi. He understands my needs." She slipped one foot out of its boot and reached out to caress the inside of his knee with her toes.
"B-but, what's Tatsumi gonna say when he comes in?" he sputtered, feeling his skin warm under his collar and his heart beat faster.
She chuckled, leaning closer and running her fingers along his collar. "He's too busy bean-counting to notice me slipping off. And he knows I need more than just his sweet energy to top me up."
"B-but, I'm with Hisoka... kind of..." he said, feeling the skin under the waistband of his trousers start to prickle.
"Mmm, but you do go both ways," she noted, leaning her face close to his, her mint-scented breath fanning his cheek. "I'm sure he'll understand; he pretty much understands how you feel about...another of my kind."
"Y-you mean Muraki?" he sputtered.
"Yes," she admitted, running her fingers over his chest, with a hint of reassurance. "Is that why you're fond of me? Because my eyes are like his and because I'm a woman, but you know that I'm safe?"
"It won't be safe, if Tatsumi finds out," he said, trying to edge away on his chair.
She took ahold of his tie. "Hmm, I don't know: it might be fun to have him watching." With one swift moment, she lowered herself into his lap, thighs spread, straddling his.
"N-no, he'd kill us both," he stuttered, but he slid his hands onto her waist.
At that moment, the door caved in and Tatsumi stormed into the room, his blue eyes blazing with jealousy. "Tsuzuki?! What are you doing with my girlfriend?" he snarled--
--"Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi's voice asked.
Tsuzuki blinked, looking around: his lap was empty, and Tatsumi stood across the desk from him. "Are you awake?" he asked. Mercy stood behind him, dressed in a black jersey over black cargo pants, her hair pulled back.
"Get that sex-crazed energy feeding woman away from me! How can you stand that two-timer?!" Tsuzuki yelled, jumping to his feet.
Tatsumi and Mercy looked at each other, confused. "What are you talking about?" Tatsumi asked,
"Yes, she was: she was just in here, vamping out on me!!" Tsuzuki snapped.
"What's gotten you, Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi asked.
"Must be a bout of spring fever," Mercy noted.
"I'm serious: she was just here, sitting in my lap, offering me a quickie!" Tsuzuki wailed.
"Maybe you slipped into dream-walking mode and weren't aware of it," Tatsumi suggested, looking at Mercy.
"No, I'd know if I had, I think he just had a bad dream," Mercy replied, then leaning closer, hand on the desk, she looked Tsuzuki in the eye. "You okay there, Tsuzuki?"
"Get away from me, you harpy: You've got a guy and so do I!" Tsuzuki yelled, pushing pas the both of them, and fleeing the room.
