Wednesday September 4th 2019
Who: Hope and Garret What: A reunion Where: Garret's office When: Afternoonish Rating: NSFW Status: In Progress
When Hope had gotten a reply to her journal post from none other than Mr. Garret Foss, she hadn't even bothered to reply to it. She had smiled broadly, grabbed her things, and had headed out to do precisely as he had requested. There were many people from TJS that she was looking forward to seeing again, and he was certainly one of them. Better yet, he was one of the few that she wasn't incredibly anxious about seeing again. Things with Garret had always been simple, easy, light. And that feeling hadn't faded over the time she'd been away, apparently, because she felt just that as she made her way to his office. Knocking on his office door, she smoothed her hands down her dress and waited, a bright smile upon her lips and an almost impish gleam in her eyes. She'd surprised him, clearly. And she knew she was going to hear about it while, if her predictions were not wrong, being ravished with his affections. And she was certainly okay with that idea.
Having Hope back on campus was one of the best things to ever happen, and Garret was very glad for it now because some of the worst people to have on campus were also here. There was a giddiness in his chest as he checked his email, waiting for a reply from Hope but knowing one wasn't coming because she was probably busy getting settled in. So he thought nothing of the knock at the door, and closed his browser before getting up to answer it. Seeing the girl on the other side made him squeal with delight like a little girl.
Scooping Hope up in a tight hug, Garret lifted her clear off her feet and spun her around, pulling her into his office and kicking the door closed as they twirled. "You awful mean little girl, you've abandoned me for so LONG and now you're back, you'd better had a damn good excuse!!!"
--- The squeal was a bit more than she had expected, but Hope wasn't displeased with his reaction. She laughed, not having been twirled around in quite some time, well, not since Rome. Ah, Rome. She'd had such a wonderful holiday there. "An excuse for what?" She asked, a brow quirking slightly. "Abandoning you or coming back?" Hope was teasing of course, and since he had a good hold on her that didn't require her to really use her hands for much else, she moved them up to touch his handsome face, to lightly stroke fingers along the line of his jaw. "I abandoned you to go save the world. And I'm back because..." She sighed dramatically, almost bordering on a swoon. "How could I possibly stay away?" She planted a soft kiss at the tip of his nose and then wriggled. "Now put me down, you brute, before you wrinkle my dress."
--- "I'll wrinkle whatever the hell I please," Garret chided her, grinning widely. "I'm the boss of you now." Technically, he wasn't. Not at all. But he felt that, as administration and whatnot, he outranked her so therefore she could stand a little bossiness. Still, he set her down gently, but didn't release his hold on her. "I can't believe you're standing here in my office. Oh! How do you like my office? It's huge!"
--- Hope laughed and then quirked a brow. "Oh really now?" She narrowed her eyes at him a little. "I'll need to doublecheck the property deed and see whose name is on it then, won't I?" She pursed her lips in defiance and then smiled, feet back on the ground though she was happy that his arms hadn't moved from around her. She had always rather enjoyed being in Garret Foss' arms, after all. "It is," Hope remarked, glancing around. "Dwarfed only by your ego, I'm sure." She gave him a little giggle and then looked at him fondly for a moment before she sighed. "I have bloody well missed you, Garret Foss. You can't even begin to imagine how dull my day to day has been without you in it."
--- "My ego fits in snugly," he assured her. "I had the door custom made for it." Hope was so small, petite, and she fit perfectly in his arms like she was made for them. Smiling down at her, he took note of how different she looked, even though physically she looked the same. "Of course you missed me," he said simply. "I'm wonderful." Chuckling softly, Garret leaned down to press a kiss on her mouth, letting his grip tightly just a little more.
--- "A worthwhile modification, I'm sure." Hope smirked. Garret had hardly changed any either. If anything, honestly, he was even more handsome than she remembered him being when she had left. Of course, when she had left TJS, he was still happily married to two men who were quite jovially sucking the life out of him, so to speak. Being married had never really suited Garret much. "A breath of fresh air, for certain," she replied, and then shook her head as she mused. "Public relations.. I bet all the cougars and soccer mums just eat you up." Honestly, he was made for the role. She felt a slight tightening in her chest, very similar to the hitching of one's breath if one were required to breathe, when he leaned in to press that warm kiss against her lips. Arms slipped easily around his neck, fingers entangling in the back of his hair as she surrended to the affection. It was nice to kiss and be kissed, though it was that nagging voice in the back of her head that reminded her not to fall into old habits which caused her to draw somewhat quickly away, smiling up at him as she stroked his ego thoroughly to lessen that potential blow. "Still one of the only men who can take my breath away." Hope smirked as she added, "Which is saying something since I don't even normally feel the need to breathe."
--- Garret's ego had taken several beatings throughout the years, and despite the act he put up, there wasn't too much of one left. So Hope's sudden withdrawal was unexpected, but he remained unphased. "What can I say, I'm good at what I do." With a cheeky grin he gaver her a wink, then let his hands fall to her waist as he stepped a pace back. She seemed to need breathing room, so to speak, so he would oblige.
"So tell me, my lovely... as much as I like to let myself think that you couldn't stand being away from me for another moment, I know you better than that. What drags you back to my side of the world?"
--- "Oh, I remember," Hope replied, her voice low and holding a few sultry and suggestive undertones. She giggled then, glad for the space though not because she couldn't stand to wrap herself up in him and forget everything, but because she felt the need to be a bit more guarded with herself than perhaps she had been before. She'd wanted so desperately, too desperately really, to be in love that she had gotten herself in over her head more than once the last time she was at TJS. She didn't care to go down that path again. And she would always be in way over her head where Garret was concerned.
Considering his question for a moment, Hope slid her hand from his shoulder down to his own hand, lacing her fingers with his so that she could pull him with her over to his little seatee and have a seat, shoes kicked off so that she could curl her feet underneath her. "I needed a nice dose of home," she replied honestly, a small shrug of her shoulders given. "I feel like I've been in a whirlwind over the last nine years. It's been work and travel and.. maybe a little romance now and again but mostly just.. more work and... I needed to find my footing again." She smiled.
--- Taking up a seat beside Hope, Garret knew that there was something gnawing at her. It was obvious in everything that she did, in her sudden quiet and the way her eyes seemed distant, maybe a little sad. "It's weird to think of this place as home," Garret admitted, rubbing her hand with his thumb. "But I suppose it's become that, in a lot of ways. It's always here, someplace to go when you have nowhere- and no one- else." Giving her a small, comforting smile, Garret regarded Hope a minute before the smile grew into a slow, devious smirk.
"So... tell me about these romances..."
--- "It is," Hope replied, not realizing that she was so transparent. "I'd like to think that it's become that for a lot of people over the years, a safe place to just... center." She smiled a little, lifting his hand up to her lips to press a soft kiss against his knuckles before shifting so that his arm was around her and she was snuggled into his chest on the couch. This was nice. It wasn't perfect, but it was definitely nice. And she had missed the comfort that someone whom she felt close to could provide. It had been a very long, grueling, even arduous nine years that she had been gone.
Laughing, Hope narrowed her eyes and looked up at him. "Leave it to you to latch on to that detail." She smirked, and then she licked her lips before she divulged just a little. "He was Italian. I met him on a trip to Rome and... We had a lovely holiday together." She grinned and added, "He didn't speak a word of English. It was grand. It was just.. sex and blood and wine and more sex." She sighed, though, a bit of melancholy overtaking her features before she added, "He was a grand dancer."
--- "That's the interesting part!" When someone went away, and hinted toward romance, that was the part you wanted to hear about most. Grinning, Garret settled in with Hope, eagerly awaiting her story. It was only a teaser, but it was still very exciting. "Mmm, Italians," Garret purred, stroking a hand over her curls. "What a glorious people."
Hope's sudden dip in mood made Garret frown, and he shifted to look at her. "I'm a good dancer," he told her gently. "I'm not Italian but I'm still incredibly charming. Plus, I kiss like my lips were made for it." Grinning again, he growled softly, nipping at her shoulder.
--- Hope shifted her gaze up to meet his own when he spoke, a smile upon her lips. "I know you are. I remember." And then she laughed as he remarked on his charm and his kiss. "Ever the cad, Garret Foss." She smiled, and then she shifted to wrap her arms around him in a proper, tight hug, not the fun and flirty embrace they'd already had, making this one last.
"I've missed you, you silly slut," Hope said soft, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck. And then she hummed, "You smell good." Which reminded her, how long had it been since she'd last eaten? She could feel his blood pulsing beneath his skin and it was making her feel more than a little famished just now. She should probably stop off at the cafeteria and grab a pint on her way back.
--- Humming, satisfied and nostalgic for his old nickname, Garret pulled the little vampire in closer. "I shaved today," he explained, though he knew that he always smelled good. He got a small chill from her cool lips against his skin, and he sighed softly. She was thinking about him as food, he could tell. Or sex. She was almost the same way for both.
Slipping his hand from her waist a moment, Garret loosened his tie and undid the top button of his collar, cupping her face with his hand. "You're thinking about me undressed," he teased kindly.
--- Sex, food. It was kind of one in the same, really. Could she feed without sex? Of course. Just as she could have sex without feeding. But when it came to someone whom she had done both with before, well, it was easy to get distracted. She was a woman and a vampire and they both had needs, afterall. "I can tell," she murmured against his skin, nuzzling him with her lips as she added, "No stubble." Or not much, anyway. Not like there would have been if he hadn't shaved that morning.
Hope shifted back from him a little as he loosened his tie and undid his collar. She smirked as he cupped her face, a brow quirking slightly. "Well, now that you've mentioned it.." She teased, a hand moving up to lightly trail along that vein in his neck, gaze flickering toward it before moving up to meet his eyes once more as she remarked, "You know I never forget how anyone tastes. It's kind of strange but... I guess it makes sense. Just as people remember what.. steak tastes like or... potatos or what have you, I remember what.. what Garret tastes like.. Or Franco or... Genevieve." She laughed softly.
--- Groaning softly, Garret shifted himself, pulling Hope into his lap. "You'll have to tell me later about Genevieve," he purred, leaning in closer to nip at her bottom lip, holding her face as he tilted her chin upward, teasing the faintest kiss over her lips. "You should eat something." It was terrible, how much he was debating violating Hope right here on his couch, on the desk, all over the floor. But remembering the way her teeth felt in his neck, in his thigh... He shivered, his stomach knotting tightly. "You're a dangerous woman, my love."
--- This was bad AND the complete opposite of what she should be doing right now. Hope had come here to center herself again, to find her footing, not to get caught up in the wonderful web that Garret always seemed capable of weaving. But that was easier said than done. The road to Hell was paved with good intentions. She'd always heard that. She definitely believed it now. "Should I?" She asked, her voice just above a whisper. "Since you've brought it up, I am quite hungry." Hope nipped lightly at his lower lip. "Maybe even near to famished," she teased, allowing her hands to slide down his chest, feeling the familiar ripple of muscles beneath his shirt. Could it be considered a violation when they were both thinking the same thing just then.
Smirking, Hope retorted, "And you're still a terrible influence." But even as she spoke, she was repositioning herself in his lap, moving to straddle him instead, her soft curves pressing against him as she nipped lightly at his neck, sharp teeth barely breaking the surface of his skin, bringing forth teasing little droplets of that dark, red liquid, the familiar taste of which made her groan.
--- Everywhere those cool hands moved Garret arched up, wanting more contact. It had been a few months since he'd been intimate with someone, and Hope had always known exactly which buttons to push. Shifting beneath her, getting her better settled in his lap, Garret rested both hands on her thighs and squeezed, fingertips curling into the fabric of her dress.
"Me?" he asked, scoffing softly. "I've been very well behaved lately. No inter office romances, no one night stands... and here you come around, stradling my lap with your beautiful, shapely body and your..." Gasping softly, he jumped as her fangs broke skin, his chin lifting up to give her access. "You make me misbehave."
--- Hope knew she had missed Garret, of course she had. But being here in the same room with him made her realize that she had more than missed him. She had loved him, after all. She loved him still. There had even been a brief moment of time where she felt like she might have even fallen in love with him, but she had mercifully driven those feelings away, locked them up, thrown away the key, because no good would ever come of them. But now here she was, astride his lap, his hands upon her thighs, curling in dress, making her entire body feel like it had suddenly turned to nothing but nerve.
"You? Behaved?" Hope was a little more than incredulous in her tone. "Mmm, you never complained about my beautiful, shapely body in your lap before, Mr. Foss." His gasp made her practically purr, the cool surface of her tongue lapping at those droplets of blood which only served to further electrify her senses. "And just how much can I make you misbehave, I wonder..." She nipped a bit more firmly at his skin, just as her hands dipped down into a V at the hem of his shirt, scrunching the fabric upward so that she could lightly scratch at his well-toned stomach.
--- Frowning at her obvious disbelied, Garret frowned, and lightly slapped her behind. "I've managed to wrangle in my impulses," he informed her flatly, though any and all thoughts were scattered as her hands found his stomach. Sucking in a breath, he rose his hips up to meet hers, his growing hardness making its presence known.
"Hope," he groaned softly, rolling his hips into her as his hands slid up her thighs, lifting her dress. "You have only half a moment to change your mind before I ravish you..." She would be lucky to get the entire half moment.
--- Hope giggled when he smacked her bottom. "OOhh, Mr. Foss. You remember so well what I like." She was being bad and she knew it. And it was terrible because she had done her best to NOT be bad the moment she had walked in the door. But so much for her resolve. The feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him... It had ignited a longing in the core of her that would not and could not be further ignored.
His groan was answered with a whimper and a question through which one could nearly hear her pouting, "You're going to wait an entire half a moment?"
--- No, he was not going to wait a full half moment. In fact he was not going to wait at all. As his hands ran up her body, Garret pushed Hope back enough to meet her eyes, enough for him to have enough room to tear his shirt open, a few buttons popping off in the process. "Do it now," he growled, exposing his neck to her and grabbing tightly to her hips. "Bite me, feed on me. Fuck me."
--- Somewhere in the back of her mind, Hope wondered if this was going to be the start of a downward spiral for them both. It was no secret that the two of them lacked control, lacked good sense even, when it came to matters of the flesh. But that was in the back of her mind. In the forefront was the thought of how sexy he was when he was like this and how much she wanted to do bad things to him. And that part was certainly playing the instigator in the right now.
Her hands ran down his chest, his hands on her hips, the words falling from his lips, sending a delicious shiver racing up and down her spine. Hope pulled away from him, climbing out of his lap but just so she could step out of her panties, tossing them aside. Her dress was left on, skirt hiked up, as she crawled back onto his lap, her hands working the button and zipper of his slacks, pulling them down just enough that she could retrieve him, cool palm wrapping around his hardness, a moan parting her lips. He had said to do it now, and she didn't waste any time. As she sank down onto his delicious length, she also sank her sharp fangs into his flesh, just above his collarbone which would be low enough that his shirt and tie would cover it. Being filled in two very essential ways simultaneously made her shudder and moan on top of him.
--- Having her break contact for even a second was excrutiating, and Garret groaned in protest, his eyes glued to Hope's body as she moved, as she slid out of her underwear and climbed back on top of him, a smouldering darkness in her gaze. Even though her skin was cool, the heat of her core felt so warm, and Garret groaned slowly as the length of him was swallowed up into her body. She was small, and so damn tight, sometimes he wondered if she could possibly fit him. But she always did, and it was always amazing, and it was no small wonder that he had fallen in love with this girl. Every move she made was perfect, like she could read his thoughts before he even thought them.
Just like now, as he was prepared to beg her to bite him, those teeth sank into him, piercing his flesh with that familiar sting. Hissing loudly, Garret let his head fall back against the sofa, the warm stickiness of his blood pooling in his collarbone and trickling over his chest. "Oh, fuck," he sighed, holding tight to Hope's hips, moving her against him as he thrust into her. It had been so damn long since they had been like this, since he had felt her this way, and all those memories were quickly rushing back to him.
--- Not every lover cared for being bit. There had been a few who had been more than a little reluctant about it, such as Wesley. As long as they had been intimate with one another, she had never tasted him. She had wanted to, craved it even, but he never allowed it. But Garret.. he didn't just allow it, he loved it. It was like her teeth in his skin made him that much harder, made him that much more turned on and driven to make her moan and whimper and sometimes even scream.
He tasted lovely, rich and warm, like a glass of warm amaretto. And he felt even better than he tasted, thick and hard, stroking her deeply, stretching her around him, his hips finding a pace that was sure to bring that familiar tightness quickly to the base of her spine. Oh yes, she had missed him, had missed this. It had been too long. She could still remember their last time together. The hotel. Boston. A weekend of pampering for a run-down Garret with the tentative approval of his husbands. At least she didn't need anyone's approval now. She could feel her skin start to warm as she drank him, the flush from the warmth of his blood spreading through her, heightening that sense of connectedness. This was the best bad idea she had had in a very long while.
--- The more Hope drank from him, the more Garret wanted to make her cry out, to make her moan and writhe and toss her hair back, to bring out the primal woman that normally lay dormant in her. She was so sexy when she let that side of her out.
The loss of blood was starting to make him feel lightheaded, but it didn't slow his movements any. Instead it made him feel a little delirious. Nudging Hope with his chin, Garret captured her bloody lips in a hot kiss, tasting his own blood against her tongue. Panting, he pounded hard into her, gripping her body and drawing her against him again and again.
--- Hope was in the process of dragging her lips away when he nudged her, his lips finding her own. She moaned, the knowledge that he could taste his own blood upon her lips making her incredibly turned on. She moaned into the kiss, whimpered even, grinding her body down against his own. She loved the way he handled her. It wasn't with care though not with intentional malice either. It was with roughness, with a need and an ache that he knew she could handle. He didn't hold back with her, and that was part of the reason why she never held back with him.
She could feel it building. Quickly. That delicious tension, that heat, that coiled in the apex between her thighs, winding its way through the base of her spine and the pit of her stomach. It pulsed inside her, growing more and more urgent with each stroke. Nails bit into his flesh as she clutched at his upper arms, breaking the kiss so that her moans could find their voice. She probably should have been more conscious of where they were, shown a little regard for that, been a bit more quiet. But she wasn't even thinking of that just now, only the pleasure that was now reaching the height of its crescendo, causing her to quake at her core as she cried out on top of him.
--- Something Garret had always loved about Hope, or perhaps loved that he drew it out of her, was that she didn't hold back. She didn't muffle her cries, she didn't try to quiet herself. She screamed and moaned and thrashed and didn't give a damn who heard her. And maybe Garret should have been more cautious, considering his job, but he couldn't even think straight right now. All he could think of was how she felt on top of him, how her lips tasted like his blood, how his head was dizzy and his belly was hot and tense, and he could keep thrusting into her all day, it felt so incredible.
Both his hands splayed across her back, bringing her body close as he bared his teeth, growling with need as he bit hard on her skin, where the curve of her shoulder met her throat. Sucking hard, he left his own mark on her on her.
--- Hope's body trembled a little, tightening around him as she whimpered. Her hands clutched at his arms again as he bit at her shoulder, a satisfied hum from her lips as she felt the blood beneath her skin being brought to the surface, knowing that was going to leave a mark. Granted, it would heal quickly, especially with the heat of his blood pulsing through her veins, but the intent behind the act wasn't lost on her. She slid her fingers from his shoulders up to entangle in his hair, stroking through the lovely, silken strands. Her nails lightly scratched at his scalp. She remembered how much he loved that. And even as she could feel her high waning from that first, mind-blowing orgasm, she could feel another one building. Deeper, perhaps, a bit more intense, stoked by the tempo of their hips, of the driving hardness into her intensifying tight heat.
--- Garret was practically shaking as he thrust into Hope, feeling her orgasm gripping him tightly as her own orgasm rippled through her, waned, and began to build again. She was feeling him an intensity he hadn't felt in a long time, the kind of feeling that said he was doing everything perfectly, that he was being everything she wanted.
Running his tongue over her throat, Garret kissed and bit along beneath her chin, catching her lips and claiming them a moment. "Say my name," he panted harshly, breath ragged and uneven as he felt his own orgasm oncoming. "Say it, scream it... loud... I want everyone in the building to know who's fucking you, who's making you come, making you writhe..." And as though to punctuate his command, Garret thrust his cock hard into her, slamming all the way to the hilt.
--- Of course he was doing everything right, everything perfect. He always had as far as Hope had been concerned. And in this moment, how could she possibly want more? She felt sated, filled, in an all encompassing way that only great with someone for whom she cared deeply could provide.
The touch of his tongue, the kiss and nips against her skin, left her with a shiver. And his lips, once they found her own again, made her whimper. Her hands once again slid down his chest, remembering with fondness the way that he always felt beneath her fingertips. And then she moaned, his words sending sparks igniting down the base of her spine. "Garret," she whispered, testing the waters for his response. A pulse, a twitch, another moan, this time louder and forming his name, "Oh Garret." Tensing, his deep stroke was met with a hiss and then his name, louder still, "Garret." It was as though each time she said it, she could feel not only his own end draw nearer but she could feel herself grow ever closer to teetering on that edge and it took only one more utterance to have her straddling that ledge, practically yelliing it this time, "Garret...." She clung him to her, hips and muscles all working to earn what she felt oncoming for them both.
--- Evey time his name was spoken, every time that word fell from her perfect ruby lips, Garret growled and rolled harder into her. His lungs were burning with need of air, muscles aching from the force in which he moved, harder and deeper and demanding another climax of her. Hope's body was smooth and supple, her flesh soft beneath his hands as he gripped her, holding her tightly to him. "Good girl," he whispered in her ear, relishing in the reverberance of her voice echoing in his office. He was close, so close, so fucking close...
Eyes squeezing shut, toes curling and fingers digging hard into Hope's flesh, Garret's climax ripped through him like a bolt of lightning, hot and fast as the heat spread throughout his body, his seed shooting deep into Hope. She was gripping him so tightly, her body milking every drop from him, he felt like he was going to pass out from it all.
--- He wanted another and so did she, greedy thing that she was. One orgasm always left her wanting more. Two, three, as many as she could possibly get. And the beginnings of one had quaked through her just before his fingers dug so hard into her flesh and his own orgasm rippled through them both. Her body took it, intensified it, and gave it back to her. His name was said once more, a muffled cry from her lips as her body seemed to contract and then release all at once. She was left a mess on top of him, falling limply against him, a satisfied hum against his skin.
"Still the best," Hope whispered after giving them both a moment to bask and recover. She pressed a soft kiss against the wound she'd left for him then nuzzled her face against his neck, a few more soft and slightly warmer kisses pressed against his skin. "I love you, you handsome, terrible man." She exhaled a soft laugh, then rested her head on his shoulder, content to stay as she was until he was ready for her to move elsewhere.
--- Panting softly, holding Hope tightly to him, Garret was quiet for a moment. "I know," he said softly after a moment, then chuckled breathlessly. "I love you more. You've no idea." Hope left him feeling like nobody else did, like he was on top of the world and he could never fall off. He knew that it was because it wasn't real between them, at least not in a way that would end in marriage or babies or any of that normal stuff. It worked so perfectly because neither of them asked more than what they had right in this moment.
Pulling her back slightly, Garret looked up at Hope's face, smiling softly. "I've missed you," he said seriously. "I'm so glad you're back. Never ever leave me again."