leadmankind (leadmankind) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-12 15:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, felicity smoak, john connor |
Who: Felicity and John
When: Early October
Where: An office block
What: Surprising his employee
Rating/Warning: Low/Mention of S&M
Status: Complete
Felicity approached the room she had been told to go to very cautiously. John had given her the address and told her to come that evening. She knocked on the door warily and waited for a reply.
When Felicity knocked John was watching from the office room and with a flick of a switch he opened it. Once she had entered he made one of the computers direct her to the back room, which he had decked out like an S&M porn shoot straight from 50 shades or something. He really shouldn’t enjoy messing with her so much but he did. Now all he had to do was wait and catch her reaction.
Felicity followed the computer’s directions, getting more and more freaked out as she moved into the office. She clutched the strap of her handbag tighter as she approached the backroom door, figuring that this was how she was going to die. “Oh god, it’s going to be Chucky, isn’t it,” she muttered to herself unhappily. “Why does it have to be a doll?” she asked herself quietly. She swallowed thickly then reached out and pushed the door open. Stepping in, she gasped and covered her mouth with a hand as she saw the room was laid out like a overly kinky porn shoot. Eye’s wide, she looked around the room in shock. “I was wrong, I’m going to die at the hands of Christian Grey,” she muttered to herself.
John was having a whale of a time watching her, Chucky huh? He'd file that bit of information away for later, after all Halloween was coming soon. Still laughing he quickly made his way to the room, "Mr Grey is busy right now, but Mr Connor is here to see to every kinky need you have" he teased as he lounged lazily in the doorway grinning at her.
Felicity gasped and whirled around at the sound of his voice. She let out her breath and went to hit him, forgetting the hand she hit him with had been playing with what seemed to be a kinky cat o’ nine tails. As she hit him with the whip her eyes widened and she dropped the cat as if it had burned her. “You bastard!” she swore at him. “I thought I was going to die in here!”
"Ow!" John said putting his hand out to fend her off but still grinning, "Honestly Fliss a little foreplay before the whipping would be nice" he laughed before rolling his eyes at her, "You were never in danger, I was watching everything"
"You werewatching?!" she demanded. "I will end you if any of that ends up on YouTube!"
"Of course I would, you honestly think I'd go to all this trouble and not get it on film?" He chuckled, "My own viewing pleasure only, I promise" he winked and gave her his cutest face.
Felicity narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion, crossing her arms in front of her. "I'm not a prude if that's what you're wondering," she told him petulantly. "It just...this stuff just...freaks me out," she shrugged.
John laughed as he moved closer and put his arms round her shoulders, "I'm glad to hear it, means you're pretty normal" he said squeezing her briefly, "And a good sport"
“Hmph,” she relented. “And that you’re a mean boss,” she grumbled, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Did you call me here just for that?”
“I am. I apologise for that” John told her, kissing the top of her head quickly. Felicity was a good sport and he only teased her because she was kind of a weird cross between a sister and a girlfriend. Anybody else and the things he did would be creepy. “No, I actually have a job for you. Oh, did Barbara contact you by the way?” he asked, when he had contacted the business woman she had said she would contact Felicity but may not be able to meet her for a while.
“Uh, no, not yet, but I guess she’s a busy lady,” Felicity smiled up at him.
John nodded, "She is" he said, "I'll drop her an email from a business point if view and see if she still needs us"
“Great,” Felicity nodded. “I could do with the extra cash right now, y’know Christmas and all that jazz. Speaking of which, are we having like a company Christmas party or something?” she asked hopefully.
"Umm well it'd be pretty small. You, me, Gwen and a couple of others but if you wanted to arrange something then by all means go ahead. I can spring for it as long as you don't go overboard" he grinned.
Felicity grinned, on the verge of bouncing like a puppy. “Really? That would be so cool! But we should probably talk about our definitions of ‘overboard’ coz I have a feeling they’re just slightly different,” she pointed out. She was, after all, a girl. A girl who liked shiny pretty things; tinsel, baubles, glitter and pretty lights...basically everything that Christmas was!
"Good point. I'm allergic to too much Christmas cheer by the way which means no inflatable Santa or anything like that" he added but a small smile just wouldn't leave his face.
“Aww! But Santa…!” Felicity whinged, hanging onto one of his arms.
John laughed before coughing, “No Santa” he said as gruffly as possible trying to look commanding but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth probably gave him away.
"Aww, but the orphans..." Felicity pouted at him, trying to sound pitiful.
That got a snort of laughter, “Orphans? Where did orphans come from? Is Santa running a kiddie slave trade?” he asked her seriously.
Felicity shrugged. "Orphans like Santa, Santa likes orphans, it was worth a shot," she grinned.
“Nice try” he nodded, “Needs more work”
“Damn,” Felicity clicked her fingers in mock frustration. “But we could go out for a meal all of us or something? Decorate the office?” she asked, hopefully.
John nodded, “Of course we can. And you can decorate the office if you spend more time there. You aren’t throwing up a load of tinsel and cheery crap then leaving it to become my own personal hell” he teased her.
“Oh, but where would the fun be in that? I could put cameras up and everything! For my own personal use, of course,” Felicity teased, referring to the current set-up he had concocted.
Laughing he put his arm around her shoulders as he led her out of the creepy S&M room, “Ah my dear Felicity, I’m afraid the element of surprise would be missing. No, that ship has sailed”
“Oh I think there are plenty of ships in the sea,” Felicity challenged as he lead her out of the room.