Sebastian Vael (lordstarkhaven) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-31 15:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, penelope garcia, sebastian vael |
Who: Sebastian Vael and Penelope Garcia
What: Halloween fun!
Where: The Stark Halloween party
When: The day of aforementioned Halloween party!
Rating: PG13 for FTB smut
Status: complete
Sebastian had been talked into going to this party at the last minute, which really was the best way, because then the photographers would be surprised and caught off guard. He was still at his house for the moment, putting the finishing touches on an authentic-as-he-could-make-it French Musketeer costume. Penelope was on her way over, though he had no idea if she’d be costumed already or not.
Garcia rang the bell at his house a moment later, glad that California was sort of warm. Wonder Woman should really rethink her stance on hotpants and maybe invest in some jeans or something. Or a cardigan. This would be miserable anywhere but SoCal. But she still bounced a little on her toes, waiting for Bast to open up.
He heard the bell and headed over to answer it, sweeping his short cape to one side. When he opened the door, he stood there staring for a minute (the legs, the bum, the rack!) before laughing and saying “Hello!”
“In case you’re wondering, I only made one part of this outfit by hand, and that’s the lasso,” she beamed. But then she took her own moment to gape at his outfit, biting her lower lip and thanking every god she had her contacts in. Peripheral vision was necessary when one’s boyfriend was wearing breeches and had an ass like Sebastian Vael’s.
“Still, you look fantastic.” Not quite right without her glasses, but oh well. “Come in, would you? Half a mo and I ought to be ready. Just have to lace this thing up.” Sebastian pointed to the top of his fancy cravat. “It ties into the shirt.”
“Want help?” She came inside, smiling and watching him fumble a bit with his cravat while leaning against the closed door.
“Only if you promise to let me leave here with my trousers on.” Sebastian teased. “I do recall you promising you’d make an appearance at this party.”
“I did.” She tiptoed up to kiss him, liking how much less it was in her heeled shoes. “I didn’t happen to say how long it would be, though.” She laced him up, then admired her handiwork. “C’mon, monsieur, the sooner we get there, the sooner I can shag you on my desk.”
“That’s fair.” Sebastian kissed her back, smiling, though even he knew it was closer to a smirk. “You are a deviant little treasure.” He grabbed his wallet, sticking it in a pocket in the costume, and gestured. “Lead on, my Amazon.” He’d been about to make a joke about Wonder Woman being a lesbian, but now, he decided, was not the time.
Before they left, she managed to wind her lasso around his neck, using it to tug him down for a snog. “Normally, Diana’s kinda women only, but I think we’ll make an exception for this evening.”
“I avoided the joke, myself.” But then she kissed him and he smirked again. “I feel honoured to be the exception, mam’selle. Shall we?” Maybe they could use that lasso later on.
“Let’s. But let’s hurry to the car, or I’ll freeze my tuchas off,” she groused. Holding his hand, she almost felt proud of her workplace, and she couldn’t help but get more excited the closer they got.
“Poor lass.” Sebastian laughed. “I promise to take very good care of your tuchas.” He had to laugh; the word sounded bizarre in his accent.
Garcia’s nose wrinkled delightedly as she laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist. “You always do, good sir. C’mon.”
Sebastian couldn’t help but cop a quick feel as they headed out to the car.
The party was in full swing, and Sebastian liked how it seemed busy without being overly crowded. “Very nice,” he told Penelope, putting his arm around her waist this time. “Your boss throws a good party, I can tell.”
“Oh, Tony’s good at revelry,” Garcia beamed. “But his wife, she’s the one that’s the real prize, if you ask me. Pepper’s a sweetheart, but she’s salty when she has to be.” She let her own arm slip around his waist, smirking at the close contact.
“I do like those ladies who are salty when they have to be.” Sebastian chuckled, kissing her cheek. He nodded hello to a business acquaintance, though he didn’t stop to talk.
“You do? I never would’ve guessed,” Garcia grinned. She giggled when she saw some coworkers, waving at the people who worked in the same room with her. They were, predictably, all dressed as Justice League members.
“Who’re all they?” Sebastian murmured. “I confess, I’m not familiar with DC Comics very much. I mean, I know Superman and Batman, but what about those other two?” Hopefully she wouldn’t think less of him for not knowing.
“We’re various Justice League members. See, he’s The Flash, he’s Aquaman, he’s Cyborg, and for some godawful reason, Paul decided to be Elongated Man. I think it’s an elaborate dick joke, though.” Garcia rolled her eyes.
“Who the hell is Elongated Man?” Sebastian laughed, shaking his head.
“Think Mr. Fantastic, only DC style.” Garcia rolled her head. “I told Paul that nobody would know who the heck he was.”
“I do think it’s just a willy joke.” Sebastian kissed her cheek. “Want something to drink?”
“Sure, I can take something.” She smiled, tiptoeing up again to kiss him. It didn’t stop Paul from coming over as soon as Sebastian left, though.
Sebastian headed over toward the punch bowl, filling up a couple of glasses. It smelt rather nice, although certainly it was spiked. It was smart they’d taken a cab down here.
He came back toward Penelope to see her talking with a bloke who loomed over her in terms of height. “Here we are, luv,” he said, making sure to be cheery yet possessive at the same time. He looked at the bloke, holding out a hand. “Ta, I’m her boyfriend.”
Garcia sighed when Paul took her hand, turning it into a modified handshake. “Paul, this is Sebastian Vael, the bloke I’m stupid about. Bast, this is Paul Godfrey, the guy who sits next to me at work.” She moved to take her drink, tiptoeing up to give him a firm snog. Paul, on the other hand, cleared his throat and wandered off.
Sebastian couldn’t help but snicker. “Think I ruined his night.” He didn’t exactly feel any regret over that, but still. He pulled Penelope close, liking that snog. “Will it cause you problems on Monday?”
“God, no. I’m just glad he realizes you’re real now.” Garcia figured that Paul had thought Sebastian was made up or something, which wasn’t flattering at all in and of itself. “He’s one of those jerks that thinks because there’s a girl in proximity to him who has a common interest, I must belong to him. He’s lucky he’s not charming at all, or he’d be a sociopath.” It happened in IT.
“I’m sorry you work with a twat?” Sebastian shrugged.
“Eh, he’ll just pretend it never happened,” Garcia beamed. Even if he was upset, she’d just let him win a few Pokemon battles and all would be forgiven.
“Well, good. I don’t want to actually cause trouble.” He smiled. “Rather bad form.”
“Even if you did,” Garcia murmured, “you wouldn’t really have caused it. Besides, you’re kind of hot when you’re jealous.”
“I wasn’t even trying to be jealous.” Sebastian laughed. “He was making you uncomfortable. Looming over you like a bloody great giraffe or some such. An elongated giraffe.” It really was just one big willy joke, wasn’t it.
“Giraffes don’t really need to be elongated, do they?” Garcia looked down at her watch, smiling to herself. “Twenty-three more minutes.”
“Until what?” Did she have something planned?
“Well, apparently people tend to only remember other people at parties if they were there for half an hour or so. Then we’re free to go sneak into my office.” Garcia beamed up at her date before waving at a friend in R&D.
“Ah, I see.” Sebastian laughed. “Well, what’s planned for the rest of the time, until we can escape to your office?”
“We could dance, I could kick your butt at hopscotch, we could go on the swings. Y’know, Stark stuff.” Garcia held his hand. Dancing was the one she wanted to do least, honestly.
“Swings?” Sebastian echoed, amused. “Like, a schoolboy’s swing set?” Typical Tony Stark.
“Yup! It’s where I go every day when I’m done with my work. It’s kiiiind of the best way to pass an hour of work when you don’t have any.” Garcia grinned impishly.
“That’s ... mad.” Sebastian had to laugh. “I have to see this.”
Garcia grinned, taking him by the hand to the playground that was at the center of the rows of offices and such in her department. “See?” She went to hop on a swing, standing in the middle and teetering forward and back.
“Oh, don’t do that, you’ll fall and hurt yourself.” Sebastian’s eyes went wide, and he laughed. “Careful!”
“Are you secretly my mom?” Garcia grinned, moving her body to get herself to swing higher.
“No, but if you fall and hurt yourself, I’ll mock you before I get help.” Sebastian snarked, sitting on the swing next to her like a proper human.
“I’d probably mock myself,” Garcia laughed, eeping when she got higher.
“Long as we’re agreed.” Sebastian grinned, starting to swing himself. He had to admit, it was somewhat therapeutic to do something so childish in a space clearly designed for business.
She smiled at him, eventually hopping off the swing and sitting on it properly. “I love having lunch out here most days,” she chuckled. “Fifteen minutes, by the by.”
“Oh? I can see how it’d be nice.” Sebastian chuckled, trying to keep his shoulder cape from being twisted in the swing’s chains. “It’s rather nice.”
“It’s peaceful out here. Tony and I like the sandbox.” Garcia liked having a friendship with her boss. “How’re things with you at your job?”
“Oh, fine. A rather irritating board meeting is coming up soon; I have to show basically that I haven’t been pissing away the company resources this past year. I’m not worried.” Sebastian kicked his legs to swing higher.
“I’m sure you haven’t. You’re kind of awesome at what you do, you know.” Garcia wasn’t just saying that because she was smitten with him, either. She’d seen what he did at work, and she admired him. She didn’t have that sort of business acumen.
“I did accounting at university, so it was a natural jump to a business degree.” Sebastian smiled. “It’s not as dull as you’d think, either. At least not for me.”
“I’d go crazy,” Garcia laughed. “But I imagine that’s how you’d feel staring at lines of code.” She looked down at her watch. “Five minutes, but what the hell. Come on. Office.”
“Yes, unfortunately.” Sebastian tried to slow himself down when she said it was time for the office, dragging his feet on the floor like you used to in the sand under the swing set. “Office? I have actually been rather interested in seeing where you work. Where all the dirty text messages come from.” He smirked faintly.
Garcia laughed to herself, taking his hand. “I usually do dirty texting at home, thanks.” She kissed his hand, taking him up to the block of cubicles and offices that was her home. She had a corner one, which always made her feel a bit sheepish.
Sebastian noticed. “Corner cube. Sure you don’t get up to a bit of naughty business back here?” He teased, liking her awkward smile.
“Not before tonight,” she smirked, shutting the door behind them.
“Oh, really.” He swatted her bum, smiling, then wrapped an arm around her. “Happy Halloween, luv. You look delightful, you know.” He was just happy to be with her, as silly as it might sound.
“Happy Halloween, Bast. Back at you. You should wear breeches constantly, you know.” She kissed his jaw as she sat down in her desk chair. Her desktop was enviable: six monitors, two keyboards, two LCD TVs that served as monitors as well, and a plethora of action figures, glitter pens, photos of family and friends, and a large plastic jellyfish that was an iPod dock/speaker system.
“I’d ask you to sit on my lap, but that would mean I’d have to sit in your chair. And that would never do.” Sebastian pulled her guest chair over instead, sitting next to her with a smile. Her desktop was uniquely her, from the Dalek figurine to the pictures of her loved ones. He noticed one of her and a handsome dark-skinned bloke. “Who’s he, an ex?”
“Who?” Garcia turned to see where Sebastian was looking, taking the opportunity to stand up and move into his lap per his suggestion. “Oh, no, that’s Derek. He’s from the dreams, he’s my best friend.”
“You look awfully close.” He said it lightly, hoping she didn’t make fun of him for being jealous. It was just that they were hugging, and he was rather a good looking bloke.
“We’re like siblings,” she shrugged. “Who flirt a lot, but would never ... are you jealous?” Garcia couldn’t help but grin, moving so she was less sitting in his lap and more straddling him.
“Not if you say there’s no reason.” Maybe a tiny bit. Only a bit.
She arched a brow, meeting his eyes. “Bast. There’s no reason. And you are. Now you know how I felt when you were with what’s her face. Comrade Perfect Bottom.”
“Hasn’t been the Soviet Union for a while, lassie.” Sebastian chuckled, kissing her gently.
“You know what I mean,” Garcia grumbled, kissing him back. Sometimes she still felt like he and Yelena fit more, that Sebastian Vael should be with a woman who was glamorous, svelte, a perfect supermodel type. Not a code monkey.
“I do. And we’ll make a truce; I will never shag Yelena again if you never shag this Derek.” He pecked her on the mouth again, once, twice, three times. “Deal?”
“Deal.” She covered his eyes with her hand teasingly, leaning back. “Keep your eyes closed.” She wanted him to be surprised when she unzipped his breeches. Granted, he knew her affinity for going down on him, but this was in an office with windows that weren’t covered.
He wasn’t entirely surprised, but he was delighted. And more than a bit turned on by the dangerousness of it all. “Yes, ma’am.”
Garcia tried to be quiet when she eased his zipper down, biting her lower lip and hoping he wouldn’t hear it. She ran her hands up and over his thighs for a moment before going to, hoping he’d enjoy the fact that it felt very public even though nobody was there. (And nobody would be there; she’d locked the door behind her after they entered the block of cubicles.)
“Oh, you perfect creature.” Sebastian sighed, neck going limp.