The New Girl

Chapter 4- The Copy Room

*slight smut warning*

You stand up as she takes your face in her hands and kisses you. You both inhale together as your lips collide. You reach up and take her face in your hands as she picks you up and sets you on top of the large printer, earning a small gasp from you. She smirks and then goes back to kissing you.

You wrap your legs around her waist as she slips her hands under your shirt and moves them up your bare back. You kiss her neck as you tear her blazer off and unbutton her white blouse. You nibble her ear a little as she groans, "shit". You smile as you continue kissing her neck.

You hold your arms up as she slips your turtle neck over your head and throws it on the ground. She looks at you for a moment; both of you trying to catch your breath. You go to kiss her but as she leans in you stop her, stroking her lips with your tongue before she bites your bottom lip; both of you moaning quietly.

She starts kissing down your torso, starting at your neck down to your chest and stomach. You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning. She leaves your bra on and unbuttons your black pants. You shimmy them off and she bends down and kisses up the inside of your right leg. You stare down at her, her staring back at you as she starts to take off your panties.

"Wa-wait, we can't," you say as you stop her hands from pulling them down. "Why not? Are you okay?" she asks standing back up. "No this is- I really want to, it's just... we're at work and... and we shouldn't," you say, trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, yeah you're right. People will wonder where we are," she says as she picks up her shirt and hands you yours.

"I promise, it has nothing to do with you it's just- this is only my second week working here and I really don't want to get fired," you say as you pull your pants back on.

"It's okay, Clarke. I get it," she says looking at you. You pull her in and kiss her again. This time it's much softer.

You start to walk to the door, but Emily grabs your arm and pulls you back to her. "Wait," she laughs, "your um, your hair is a little um... here, turn around" she says. You turn around and she takes your ponytail out and redoes it. Tightening it, she kisses your neck and you lean your head back, groaning softly. You turn around and kiss her one more time before leaving the copy room.

Later that night after work...

After eating some pasta with chicken that you made and watching a few episodes of 'Golden Girls', you decide to take a shower.

Stepping into your bathroom and setting your phone down on the counter, you start taking off your clothes. You look at your naked body and see a few hickies on your neck and chest. 'Thank god I wore a turtleneck today' you think as you grab your phone again and pull up spotify.

The warm water is refreshing and you end up staying in the shower for at least 20 minutes. 'F*ck, my water bill is gonna be so high' you think to yourself as you quickly wash the conditioner out of your hair and turn the water off.

After having a glass of wine and reading a couple chapters of your book, you decide you should probably get some sleep. You check the time on your phone. '11:00pm. God what am I? My mother?' you think to yourself setting your phone back on the nightstand. For a second, you lay still, staring at the ceiling.

The whole evening you've been thinking about what happened in the copy room. What it meant, how it even happened, ... how it felt.

Continuing to stare at your white, popcorn ceiling, you reach your hand into the front of your pajama shorts. You think about her; images of her kissing your legs, of her smiling at you, of her standing by the door to the copy room looking you up and down.
You feel her hands on your back, your cheek, your hands.

You bring yourself to climax quicker than you ever have thinking about her voice; thinking about her moans as you kissed her. Cumming, you yell out her name; your toes twitching. Gasping for breath after you finish, you think to yourself, 'wow...'.

You get up to go wash your hands, use the restroom, and brush your teeth. You stare at yourself in the mirror as you wash the fingers on your right hand. You think about sending Emily a dirty text, but decide against it. You get back into bed and fall asleep easily.

author's note: hey, sorry i know this chapter is short. in the next chapter, the bau gets a new case so if you liked the first chapter, you'll probably like this one. i hope you're enjoying the story❤️