Who: Kasumisaurus Wrex What: Surprise cupcakes (and somebody calls out the wrong name..) Where: Wrex's office at the Ranch When: Last Wednesday Rating: R for sex.
Wednesdays were boring. Why were Wednesdays always boring? Lucky for Kasumi, Raynor was back at the bar, and he seemed to tolerate boring much better than she did. So, with her evening free and her afternoon utterly boring, what else was a girl to do but visit her boyfriend at work?
The snow was all gone now. It was still a bit chilly, but that’s what trenchcoats were for. That’s what Kasumi was wearing; a trenchcoat and precious little else. The secretary may or may not have realized as much, but Kasumi was as charming as she was sneaky, so getting past the woman was no trouble at all. She’d even convinced the secretary not to tell Wrex who was here to see him.
“Surprise,” she said when she opened his office door and slipped inside.
Boyfriend? Wrex was a boyfriend? He was too old to be a boyfriend. He'd be forty in a year. He still couldn't grasp that even though sometimes he felt much older. But the more time he spent with Kasumi the younger he felt. Maybe that was due to their age difference, which he generally didn't think about. Did it really matter if they were five years apart? ten? Well, it might matter if it was twenty...
He looked up with the door opened, and a grin made his face crack. "This is a surprise." He nearly blurted 'why are you here' but instead said. "Take a seat, let me finish this really quick, then we can get some grub."
"That's why I said surprise," she teased when he pointed out the obvious. It was funny, how 'all business' he was during the workday. She sort of liked it. She wondered if he felt this way, watching her work. At least here, she didn't have to share him with half a dozen drunks.
"How about we forget the grub and skip straight to cupcakes?" She was already untying the belt as she spoke. Hopefully he wasn't in the middle of a video conference, or anything.
And he didn't have to share her with all the drunks. That might stare at her. He felt a surge of possessiveness. He'd never express it in words, or want her to feel intimidated. Wrex never wanted to make her cower, so he always tried to walk a balance between being himself, and respecting her. It was a lot easier than it sounded.
"Cupcakes? Here? Now?" Wrex hit the save button, then the power button, without tearing his eyes from what Kasumi's hands were doing.
Kasumi couldn't help but grin at how quickly he'd reacted. "Mind getting the blinds, Turtle Man?" It wasn't as if people stood around outside Wrex's window looking in, but it was better safe than sorry.
Soon, the trenchcoat was on the ground, and the black lingerie that had been custom-designed for Kasumi was all she was wearing. "Here and now sounds good."
Wrex picked his jaw up, and quickly closed the blinds without tearing his eyes from the woman in front of him. He didn't know where to look first, so he looked everywhere,and his fingers twitched. "It's not my birthday. Is it your birthday? Did I forget your birthday?" Was it an anniversary? He ran over numbers in his head.
Kasumi laughed. "No birthdays. Mine was back in October." They actually hadn't done anything for Kasumi's birthday. They hadn't been very serious back then, and she hadn't told him when it was. So he did miss her birthday, technically, but it was hardly his fault. She sat on the corner of his desk. "You're cute when your brain stops working."
"You're wearing this..this..." He gestured with his hands in her direction like he was afraid of scaring her off. He grunted, gaze softening. "You're beautiful, Kasumi." Hey. Wait.
"I'm not cute."
"You are!" she insisted. "Adorable, even." She laughed, one hand reaching for the zipper pull between her breasts. "I could be not wearing this," she teased, tugging the zip a fraction of an inch. "If you think it would help."
Sounding strained, Wrex replied. "No, no keep it..keep it on." He'd figure out a way to do things without that coming off of her. The man was memorizing how it looked on her, for those nights when she wasn't around.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
Kasumi raised a brow, quite amused. Apparently the getup was a hit. She'd have to work it into the rotation. "Well?" she said, slipping further onto the desk. "You're allowed to touch it."
She had a very hands-on policy when it came to Wrex.
The rotation. Or the Rotation. Wrex thought it should be capitalized. Wrex leaned in rubbing his hands down Kasumi's arms and to her hips, then up her sides, and back around and down, down down.... Grope.
"It's not regulation." He smiled. It hurt a lot less to smile these days. "But It'll do."
Kasumi shifted onto her hands and knees, crawling across Wrex's desk before kissing him. She hadn't knocked anything over yet, but she wasn't being especially conscientious. She'd surprised Wrex at work before, but he'd whisked her away to his cabin. This was the first time she'd been in his office for unofficial reasons.
Wrex shuddered a bit as they kissed, the whole encounter and moment almost a little overwhelming. His hands couldn’t decide where to touch her (they rarely could decide where to touch her, but it was very noticeable today, as they rubbed just about everywhere). He returned the kiss, marveling at his luck.
The desk finally crossed, Kasumi slid into his lap, straddling her krogan. "I hope you don't have a meeting scheduled any time soon," she said, her voice a little breathy. In her trek across his desk, she'd knocked over a penholder and scattered various office supplies. Kasumi was completely ignoring those, though. She might get a little cross if Wrex suddenly decided to play clean-up right now.
Her hand found a spot at the base of his neck, fingers trailing up into his hair as she pulled closer.
"Uh," Wrex replied, eloquently. He leaned back, getting himself a good, long look at the tanned, smooth flesh that peeked out from behind the zipper. When her fingers found the base of his neck, he stopped moving back, instead moving his head forward and kissed her. The Krogan slid his hands behind Kasumi and pulled her hard against his chest.
Kasumi moaned her appreciation as he pulled her closer. She liked that intensity. She kissed him back, her teeth nipping at his lower lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but something to encourage his 'rough housing'.
Her hands slipped down to his waist, reaching for his belt. Of course, no one could blame her for letting her fingers stray a bit while she was in the area.
Encouraged, Wrex dug his fingers into her hips, then up her back. He could bruise her, and sometimes he did. Right now, would probably be a bruising moment as the kiss heated up and her fingers started to stray and taunt and tease.
"Unn.." He said, as eloquently as before.
Kasumi hadn't once complained about bruising, and particularly early on in the relationship, she'd had to encourage him to be less gentle with her. Kasumi was aware that there may have been something wrong with her, probably due to her childhood somehow, but as long as she and Wrex were both enjoying themselves, all was well.
And she was definitely enjoying herself. The belt was dropped on the ground, and she started to work on his zipper.
He grunted her name, biting her lip back just as hard as she was biting his. He needed this woman, and wanted her and if he thought too much about that, or thought about his feelings on the matter, it might lead to things. Things he wasn't ready for and things he knew she wasn't ready for. If they'd ever be ready for that. He still had a hard time calling her his girlfriend.
Kasumi would leave the top of her lingerie on, but the thong had to come off. While she was kissing him, she snuck it in one of his desk drawers. A little something for later.
"Desk? Chair? Floor? Wall?" She nipped at his ear.
"Desk." There was no contest. It had to be the desk. It needed to be christened, it needed Kasumi's ass imprinted into it like a badge of honor. He pushed out of the chair, lifting her onto the desk and leaning against her, trailing his teeth down her throat. Wrex groaned, and planted his face into one of his happy places.
Kasumi's back arched as he ran his teeth over her throat. "Mmm," she murmured. They probably needed to be quieter than normal, since his secretary was just outside. Kasumi would do her best, but she was typically very loud.. Her fingers raked through his hair. There was a growing degree of urgency in her moan.
Wrex knew that she would be loud, and Wrex didn't care right now. He was honey-badger. He bit down a little harder, not enough to break the skin but enough to let her know how badly he wanted to ravish her. The desk creaked underneath them, and he grinned against her throat. Lifting his head, he kissed her as he got started on his cupcakes.
If anyone had been watching, they would've thought Kasumi and Wrex had both been starving. Kasumi's nails dug into Wrex's back, enough to leave marks. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to hold back any sounds. That little bit of self-restraint just added to the intensity.
She lifted her head, closing her eyes and pressing her lips into his shoulder to muffle her moans. "Mmm, Shepard.."
And then she froze when she heard what she'd just said.
The desk had moved three feet by then. Wrex was enjoying himself almost as much as that time in the bar, and the sounds and smells of Kasumi filled his senses. And then she said Shepard and he froze, mid thrust. Wrex lifted his head to stare at her. "What?"
He'd always thought if anyone accidentally said that name it would be him.
Kasumi looked up at him sheepishly, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. That was a serious party foul. How did that even happen? It's not like she could get him confused with Shepard, particularly given the parts they were using at the moment.
"Um." Crap. "Wrex?" She batted her eyelashes.
"Of all the...Shepard?!" How could she... Shepard! He didn't know whether to laugh or be upset. So he had a sort of in between upsetnervouswtflaugh that bubbled out of his throat. "...Shepard?"
"I don't know!" she said, laughing a bit herself, though it did sort of kill whatever mood was left. "Because you have a commanding presence?" It couldn't ever be a bad thing to be compared to Shepard, could it?
Wrex had fantasized about Shepard (who wouldn't who knew her?) but that it had come out of Kasumi's mouth just..blew his mind. He went with laughter, shaking his head. It was too funny to be upset about. "If I'm half as good as they say she is, that has to be a compliment."
Kasumi laughed too, relieved that he didn't seem upset. "I'm sure I wouldn't know!" she said with a teasing lilt in her voice. Maybe a little air of mystery. A lot of things went on in the Normandy! There were dreams and there were dreams.
He should be more upset that his woman had called out someone else's name. But that it was a woman, and Shepard was just so utterly ridiculous he couldn't find the anger. "With the way she looked at just about any female member of the crew, I'm surprised she never got slapped. Or slapped with lawsuits."
Kasumi laughed. "Would you turn her down?" Not that Kasumi ever had to make that sort of choice. Too busy saving the universe, and all. There was some genuine curiosity in her question, though. If Wrex fantasized about the commander too, well.. Roleplay wasn't out of the question, though it might make looking Shepard in the eye a bit difficult, afterward.
"I don't have the right parts," he retorted. After a second's pause, he added, with a wry smirk. "No, I wouldn't have." Maybe he should have wished for THAT for Christmas. Not that any of it would have come true. "Shepard has a quad, but she also has a nice pair, too."
"She does," Kasumi agreed with a grin. "And apparently all it takes to see them is a Klondike bar." They'd strayed a little off topic. Kasumi glanced down, pointedly. "So..."
Wrex got an odd look on his face at the Klondike bar comment, remembering. He did get the hint, and rocked his hips. If they could just get off the topic of Shepard maybe they could pick up where they left off! Although talk of her breasts helped.
That was more like it! She gave a surprised little 'Ooh!' when he started to move again. She rocked back up, still a little amused. Kasumi would file the Shepard thing away for later.