Hope

Hope is a very, very dangerous thing. It can be torture. Especially when you know something is impossible, and yet, that glimmer of hope is there that it might actually be possible. (but it’s not). Talk about being a sucker for punishment. I know I should be continuing the smallville fic, but this one came to mind instead.
Note for him: You know who this is about, and since apparently you check for new stories anyway, don’t tell me this time. (Please)

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Things were a little awkward at work now. Scenes from that morning kept flashing through her mind. Every time he walked by her desk she noticed. G-d it was hard enough as it was before everything, now it’s unbearable. Can’t think, can’t concentrate, forget about looking him in the eye. There were no regrets, but loads of uncertainty. What should she do now? How are they supposed to act, talk, whatever? Mmm…the whatever she wouldn’t mind again. Dammit! No, no more thinking like that. Can’t afford to think like that. It was a freak accident, it won’t happen again, he probably never meant to do it in the first place. I need to get out of here and take a break. She told her co-worker she would be back and left the room, discreetly taking her keys with her.

She unlocked the door to the storage room. Walking in, she immediately felt a little calmer. maybe if I stay here for a while, things will be ok. But she knew that wasn’t true.

She went over to the desk by the window. She sat down and leaned back, closed her eyes and just let her emotions take over. Her hormones took over. Guiding her hand to her breast. In her mind it was him caressing them, squeezing, pinching, doing anything possible to make her nipples harder. She had no idea that quiets moans were escaping her, she was so involved in her own world.

One hand began traveling southward, over her panties, but under her pants. They were already damp, her excitement always immediate when it came to him. Her fingers played over the panties, barely touching, but creating the right sensations. She was driving herself crazy, touching around the area, but not hitting thet. Tt. That spot was craving attention, her clit was hard as a rock already and wanted to be touched. She gave in and pushed the offending garment aside, plunging one finger inside, pumping slowly. Her other hand came down and began rubbing her nub back and forth at the same pace. One became two, and then three, as the pace quickened. Her back was arched, her head against the window, pushing against herself as her body reacted. Her hips were mimicking her hands motions. Faster and faster it went, closer and closer to the edge. It was all she could do not to scream his name as the orgasm over took her. Still going, riding out the waves of bliss, she knew she needed more.

Slowing down she began circling wider around her clitoris, passing through her swollen lips, now thoroughly drenched in cum. She wanted him in a bad way. And she wanted him now.

Her hands were working on their own now, quickening their movements to bring her back up, teasing her center aggressively, causing the juices to flow. It was going to happen again, her fingers working their magic inside her. In her mind it was him inside her, feeling her, wanting her, having her. Electric waves flowed over her as she climaxed once again, bigger than before. She let the waves ride out, calming her breathing, her heartbeat, her hormones.

This room would never be the same again.