At Your Service || PG-13

This thread gets "Interesting" later. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Almost in some sort of daze, Vera made her way up from the minister's office back towards Brock, brain attempting to process what she had heard, said. Stopping just outside his office she blinked and then gave a little grin.

"Oh, Miss Vera when did you-" The woman glanced at Deedee for only a moment, having forgotten she wasn't technically before that moment supposed to be there at all, before giving a wave as a greeting an walking into the office. She still hadn't said a word since she had left the other woman's office.

Closing the door behind her, her gaze caught the last of the man's movement, before he had stopped and noticed her.

"Worried were we?"

Pacing the length of the office was something he didn't do very often, for more likely than not he either didn't care or drank whatever the worry was away. This was not a situation in which he could do either, and therefore he felt himself starting to fall into the pattern of panic. He wasn't sure what he was more worried about, her getting the job or someone or something interviening on her way from his office to Kallie's, and back again. What if the elevator took her to the wrong floor and she was lost now, looking around for an office a few floors above her? What if security found no record of her entrance and escorted her out, leaving her on the outside of the ministry with no way to contact him?

By the time Vera had opened the door, he had worked himself into a near furious state with his mental situations, worried more for her well being than the job itself. Turning instantly, he near tackled her, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly. It was only after he had held her for quite some time, nuzzling into her shoulder he took a deep breath of her scent, heart rate slowing slightly the longer her kept her there.

It was only then that he recognized her words.

Snorting, he pulled away, turning his back and walking back toward his desk, a light flush overtaking his features. "Worried? Me?" He scoffed unconvincingly, waving a hand in the air almost dismissively as he went to stand before his desk, he shuffled around some papers that had been left there, as if reorganizing the already perfectly done stacks. It was a moment before he remembered why they were there in the first place. "So did you get it? The job I mean?"

First she let out a breath of surprise as she was more or less tackled by the man, curling into his embrace as easily as if she belonged there; in her mind she always had. After a moment she let out a laugh of amusement, thinking he was playing with her slightly, and then a soft mew of concern when he still hadn't let go over her. Brushing her check against his shoulder, she turned slightly attempting to get a better look at him, but it was then that her jest had reached his ears and he had let go of her as if it had never happened.

A soft but amused smile tugged at her lips as she stared at his back, watching him move the objects around on his desk, "Well, just in case you were worried, not that I don't believe you, I was perfectly safe the whole time. Not even a risk of a paper cut."

Wandering passed him she moved to lean against the bar, playing with a glass she found on top of it.

"Well, you know the Minister. She certainly does love her order, propriety, images," Vera shrugged, eyes focused on the glass, and voice flat, "I suppose that's what you want of a woman with just such a job, so I suppose I shouldn't hold it against her too but..."

Letting out a little sigh, she set the glass down, and then hopped up on top of the bar before flicking her gaze up to the man and smiling.

"I think she's slipping up a bit. She thought it a good idea to give me a job."

There was a slight twitch in his jaw muscles, a smile that seemed slightly worried as he watched her approach the bar out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't really something he thought about, stepping closer, and then continuing to step, feet softly padding across the floor. It was like she was a magnet, her polarity his opposite, making any attempt to not be attracted to her futile. Blinking away such thoughts, he found himself staring up at her, hands having found her hips, gaze slowly moving up her features from her lips to her eyes.

"When was the last time I told you how beautiful you are?"

The wide grin, impish and proud of herself, slipped off her face as she followed his movements, morphing into a cross between confusion and something deeper. It was true that in the last weeks, almost a month, he had shown more... interest in her than she could ever remember him having done before, but she had hardly been allowing herself to hope.

Breath catching slightly, barely perceptible, as she felt hands on her hips, she slide up on the bar just slightly, migrating closer to him. Almost melting under his gaze, the woman heard her heart bounding in her ears, as her tongue slowly flicked out, moistening her painted lips.

"I don't think-" her brain was getting addled as she met his gaze, having to take a moment to find what she was saying once more, "I can't recall if you have."

"Where have I been all this time?" He asked absentmindedly, eyes drawn to the way her tongue danced across her lips, mirroring the action almost instinctively, wondering idly if it tasted the same way. His thumbs massaged her hips through the fabric of her skirt, moving forward slightly until he stood solidly between her legs. "Perhaps I was blind, or..." He leaned forward slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her jawline, just before her ear.

This was the part where he was supposed to pull away.

Instead, his lips parted, allowing him to taste her skin. Leaning into her, he continued to move his lips against her, committing her taste to memory. His wolf was doing something odd, driving his actions, not giving his mind enough time to think on it too much. His thoughts weren't getting much further than her name, and a certain possessive pronoun.

Arms resting beside her thighs, he leaned into her further, pressing his hips against hers.

"...Distracted." He breathed lightly, breath hot against her skin.

The man had never been so close. Oh sure, he had been physically close before, they had wrestled and spatting like children over the years, but he had never been like this. Never...

"That," she murmured voice low, and pulse beating wildly against her skin as she leaned into him. Hands, formally flat against his chest, clenched, balling up his shirt in her hands, and pulling him closer, "is an excellent question."

Later her mind would go ever instant, find every attempt to figure out of he was actually attracted to her or if she was a causality of some breakdown she had been unable to predict, but in that moment she didn't care. This was all she had wanted, he was all she wanted, if was going to -

"Brock," she breathed slowly, voice unsteady with emotion, as she was careful not to move a single muscle, not to move away, nor allow him to move either, "Why? Why-what- why now? Why me?"

"Practice." He answered with a slow sort of grin, quite content to let his lips trail lower down her throat and then along her collarbone. His fingers slipped just inside the fabric, touching her skin with a slow sort of heat as he gave a soft sound, biting down on her skin slightly.

"Because you're Vera, Volchitsu." He murmured, lips moving against her with every word. "Because-"

Because I want to continue kissing you for the rest of my life.

Because I don't know how to say it.

Because once I admit it, you'll disappear.

Because once I say it, you'll find someone else.

He shifted closer, taking a deep breath through his nose as his lips moved upward, kissing the tender underside of her jaw. "-I want to."

She was unravelling at the seems; control was something Vera prided herself on in most situations. In these particular situations, in fact, she was use to taking charge, even when it did not look they were, she was. But this, right here and right now - with him, there was no hope. The second he had looked at her, the second that he had even suggested that he might be thinking something that was more than platonic, Vera had been lost.

Because as hopeless as it had seemed, Vera loved him. She may not be able to say it allowed, afraid she'd completely chase him away with her sudden but unending feeling, but she could feel it. She could express it however she felt safe to do so.

Sliding her hands along his chest, the wrapped around his waist, slipping under his own shirt until the were pressed firmly to the small of his back, pulling him against her, and not allowing him to move.

Biting her lip softly, a small sound came out of the back of her throat, "Then don't stop. Please, don't."

Stopping wasn't even a concept in the far reaches of his mind. Hands slipping beneath her shirt, he arched into her, mouth moving along her skin to her lips.

His entire body stopped.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, in existence at that moment but Vera. He wasn't even particularly sure he existed, and perhaps this was a dream instead. Unknown to him, his arms had tightened around her, tugging her closer, flush against him. His hips moved against hers with agonizing slowness as he fed on her oxygen, not having enough of it in his lungs yet, not ready to move away.

But, of course, as a living being, he did need actual oxygen.

Slowly, he pulled away, lips lingering there as he thought about seconds, before they trailed away along the other side of her jaw.

Groaning against his lips, not even bothering to hold it back any longer, Vera slid, allowing him to pull her closer, pushing against the desk, bucking up and against him.

Nothing else in the world mattered but Brock, and no other existed in time or space. As far as Vera cared, this was the first kiss she'd ever experienced, the only kiss that she ever would. Time had ceased to matter, and it was only him and her. Moulding her body against his, making sure there was no space between them, his own movements against her causing her nerves to spike and muscles to melt.

Dying happy was a possibility now, but she was too blissful to die at the moment.

Mewing in protest as he pulled away, not even caring that she needed air, her hands stayed where they were, up and under his shirt, running along his spine, lingering on each bump. Swallowing, she let out a breathy laugh as he began to move away.

"You better not think you're going to get away with just doing that once."

"Already getting away with murder." He murmured against her skin, palms tracing down the outside of her skirt and hitching themselves below her knees. Tugging her roughly forward, he bit down, sucking and licking to ease the pain of the mark of claim that was made on the junction of neck and shoulder. Any hesitance that was left disappeared in the satisfied feeling emanating from his wolf. It was official now.

She was his.

One arm wrapped around her waist, slipping beneath her bum as he lifted her easily into his arms, the other hand remaining under her thigh. Moving now, he continued to make his way smoothly toward the center of the room. His lips never stopped their claiming of her neck even and the slight side to side movement of his steps had his hips moving against hers in an accidental provocative manner. In that moment he knew for a fact that he was lost, but he was far from caring.

Pausing beside his desk, he leaned forward, gently placing her atop it and returning his lips to hers. His fingers traced over every millimeter of skin they could reach before slipping inside her pencil skirt. He made a small sound against her lips - a growl, a moan, a whimper of want, suspiciously like her name in sound - and suddenly he couldn't be close enough to her, he couldn't taste enough of her, he couldn't get enough of her, and he never wanted to let her go.

What was a tingle with most people, was quickly becoming a burn, what was a burn, was indescribable, beyond words. In her life, Vera had come to, in a private note, to find that the things that she longed for, fantasized about always fell short of those expectations. This however, this was every built up dream and more. It was what was written in the page in novels, whispered about between gossipy friends, yet simultaneously completely beyond the capacity of any human language.

Her hands, which had been locked around the back of his neck with the delicious movement across the room, both to keep herself from falling and just to keep as close to him as possible, slide and replaced themselves as she was set down. One digging, knotting into the hair at the base of his neck, holding him in place as she kissed back with the hunger of a starving man who had never expected to eat again. Her tongue explored with the reverence of a sacred place, and the focus of a treasure hunter. Her breath, when she remembered to take one was ragged and sharp, matching the furious beating of her heart. The other after making a quick but complete outline of his body, sliding over every flexing muscle, running along the waistline of his jeans and toying with the clasp of the belt for a moment, returned to make quick work of the shirt, undoing buttons as if it were second nature never wavering in her other attentions.

The shirt disappeared to the floor without any thought, any warning. One moment it was there undone, her hands giving up on the buttons, and contenting themselves with the skin beneath, and the next it had vanished as if it had never existed, and what Vera had once been content with allowing her hand to explore, her lips suddenly had to see for themselves.

He was gone. So far gone. Part of him wondered if someone would notice the way he just stopped existing, the way he simply imploded and was no more. Then again, the rest of him was sending emotions and sensations that were unbelievably pleasing... perhaps he existed after all?

His mouth was responding to her plundering on its own, hips pressing down and against hers, rubbing ludicrously and insanely against hers in a manner so distracting it was a miracle he remembered how to breathe.

Speaking of breathing, when was the last time he'd done so?

Gasping against the absence of his shirt, and the sudden electric feeling of her fingers over his skin, he braced himself up on his arms, palms flat on the desk as he held himself upright. A surprised gasp was ripped from his throat as her mouth found aching flesh, his voice lowering into a slight whine as he leaned into her ministrations, unable to get his mouth to form words.

"V-" His pupils dilated drastically and a groan flew through his parted lips, tongue lashing out to wet his lips. "V-ver-" His arms were trembling with each movement of her lips, all of his strength suddenly absent. Fingers curling against unyielding wood, he let out a low growl, eyes flashing red for the briefest of moments. "Vera-"

Against his skin, her lips pulled into a slow and careful smirk that brushed against the muscles beneath them. Having started from the top, Vera was not surprised, though certainly miffed to quickly find herself running out of skin to explore. Moving her own hips back, refusing to submit to the only force the man had left, a moan of pure pleasure escaped her the action rippling across the skin her mouth was more or less attached to.

Hands, which prior to that moment had been pressed flat against his back, the occasional clutching of sudden emotion causing her nails to rake lightly across the skin, began to move up his spine then, leading the slower movement of her mouth back upwards, "Yes Brock?" Although ragged, husky with desire, and lust, she was amused to note how far more coherent her statement had been over his own attempt.

Caressing his shoulders, feeling the shake of the limb through her hands, Vera slide down his arms as her mouth found the crock of his neck. Carefully grabbing both hands she guided them away from the table, placing them instead back on herself. One she folded carefully around her waist,pushing the hem of the shirt up to reveal skin before she did it, and the other was placed above the buttons of her own shirt, and the body that was hidden beneath it. Although mouth far too occupied to state what she wanted allowed, the message was very clear.

Satisfied with that, her hands began to slid back up the now carefully stationed arms around the shoulders and back down his spine as she went back to tasting her way down his chest again. A little disgruntled mew escaped her as she found his waistband again, wrapping around to his front, still showing off her wonderful talent of doing two things with little distraction in either, she didn't hesitate at the belt buckle this time, and instead flicked it open pulling it out of her way to get at the button behind it.

His mouth was getting progressively drier the lower her mouth moved, a shudder ripping through his body at the sound that drifted from her parted lips. Nails scratching against polished wood, he tried to reel himself in, to get himself to focus, but her movement against him rendered that a lost cause. Hips rolling against hers, he gave a short sound, pathetic sounding and small. Frustrated. He didn't-

Jolts of electricity were flying through him each time she did the slightest thing, and if the increasing pressure building below his waist was anything to go by, he wouldn't be lasting much longer.

He let out a slight choking sound, guttural and from the back of his throat as her lips found his neck. His focus didn't seem to know where to go, and his trembling only increased as she continued to tempt and tease every inch of him. Even his knees seemed unwilling to stay upright, shaking like a young tree in a tornado. He wasn't sure if it was need or lust hazing his vision, but it felt liquid hot and was completely connected with every slight movement the woman beneath him did.

Gaze focusing for the first time in a long time, he found himself transfixed with the small bit of skin she flashed, his hand already on its way there by the time she guided it. He was fumbling, sloppily unfastening buttons as fast as he could. His arm around her tightened slightly as his fingers caressed the bit it could reach. Her shirt fluttered down off her shoulders, and his hands were suddenly a very real force against her body, touching and feeling, tempting and teasing every inch of her they could reach.

His breathing was getting increasingly unsteady the lower her mouth traveled, pressure increasing more and more as he strained for her. His eyes widened as her hands came to his front, heart beat erratic in his ears.

Every ounce of oxygen was drained from the room with the clink of his belt buckle coming undone.

Lifting her shoulders to remove the shirt completely, using the upward movement as another excuse to push against him, bare flesh now reaching up to meet bare flesh. A quivering breath escaped her as his fingers came back alive, leaving trails of fire wrapping around her skin, crossing and criss-crossing, but even that wouldn't deter her from her current occupation, dealing with the rest of his waist line, and pushing it out of her way in no time at all.

Winding her way back up, lingering on his neck for a moment before moving to jawline and then finally back to plundering his mouth her fingers dipped just below the only remaining waistband, touch light, and teasing. Hinting at all that remained but not going for it.

Not yet.

Vera always knew what she wanted, this wasn't a choice for her - some part of her brain new no matter how far she wanted to go, it wasn't her call to make. That didn't mean she wasn't going to remind him of just what he could be getting.

Running her hand up his chest, one finger at a time for one slow but completely caresses, she ended up back where she started, just lightly tugging at the last thing to be removed.

Moving away from his mouth she flowed his jawline up to his ear, lingering slightly, breath brushing against skin for seconds before finally speaking, "What do you say, Brockie?"

His eyes flashed red again at the skin on skin contact, a low rumble freeing itself from his chest as he pressed against her further, addicted to the feeling the moment it happened. Bottom lip trembling, he took a deep shuttering breath, mouth latching onto hers as if she was the only source of oxygen left on earth. His lips were frantic, all over the place, emotions ripping through him as her fingers got lower... and lower...

He jolted, eyes widening with a sudden exhale into her mouth as her hand took control of his entire being, there but not there enough, not substantial enough. She was teasing him. A soft growl against her lips - one that threatened to turn into a whimper half way through, but stayed strong - but then her lips were away from his, trailing distractedly up his jaw as one of his hands slid up the inside of her thigh and disappeared beneath her pencil skirt. One of his lips was trapped beneath his teeth as her breath puffed against his skin, fingers making short work of the fabric beneath her skirt before he was tempting as well, paying her back in every respect. He swallowed thickly, skin still tingling with the aftereffects of her touch.

"Wh-what do you say, Vera?" He asked huskily, fingers curling. "I-I'm only as sure a-as you are."

Her whole body froze for a brief moment as her game turned back on her, and then it was a shiver, one spasm that seemed to lead to another one. Her grip tightened, hands, both having retreated back to the small of his back clenched, nails brushing and then digging into skin for a moment.

The slight jump, stuttering, shake to his voice was almost as distracting as hands.

"T-the only think I'm not sure about," she managed to whisper, a soft gasp that quickly fell into a moan that too more than a moment to pass interrupted her words. Her chest was moving quickly still pressed against him, as her breath continued to jump raggedly, as she continued to forget what she needed to breath for, "Is what we're waiting for."

Not taking another moment to think about it, she flipped the pair over, and removing any barriers that may have remained decided to prove just how sure she was.