Work Daze Chapter 3. Rated R

[blackrose]

AN: I know it's been forever since I updated this. Might help if I knew where I was going with it. Nah. In the meantime, I'm going to dedicate ch 3 to Andrea Sinisterra who requested Christmas fluff/lime. It's not set during Christmas, but it's ummm...got a little bit of lime! I hope to have something holiday-ish to share before the end of the year. But I was thinking of you. ^___^

<center><b>Work Daze</b>
by the Black Rose</center>

<p>Chapter 3</p>

<p>It was the meeting from hell. The never-ending meeting from hell. And Heero was stuck in it.</p>
<p>On a Friday. </p>
<p>Afternoon. </p>
<p>With the world's biggest moron blabbering on about something completely inane. That rat-faced Septum spent an equal amount of time ? Heero's time, because he had to listen to it ? sucking up to both founding partners present at the meeting: the young, slick Krushrenada, and the older, wheezing blowhard, Dermail. </p>

<p>"...and that is why--"</p>

<p>"Yes, we understand that part, Mr. Septum." Dermail's voice sounded agitated, though not nearly as agitated as Yuy - who was beginning to believe that people who went over on their slotted meeting time should be drawn and quartered. Or better yet, given a nice lobotomy, for the good of the rest of humanity. </p>

<p>"I think we understood that before you began speaking, actually." Treize Krushrenada was smooth yet much more to the point. "But thank you for that enlightening presentation."</p>

<p>The 'agenda' moved from that disgusting display to the next semi-important order of business: Noventa had to go to court on the Clements v Clements case, then had another suit moved up the docket to Monday ? causing a conflict. The top brass was looking for volunteers. They needed another attorney to basically cram all weekend and go sit for preliminaries on Monday and Tuesday. </p>

<p>It was a train wreck.</p>

<p>He saw it happening?. But there was no way to stop it.</p>

<p>Milliardo Peacecraft caught his eye from across the room and nodded. "Yuy can handle it." </p>

<p>Heero felt his shoulders slump, and he tilted his head to stare up at the ceiling. <i>Damn you, Peacecraft. </i></p>

<p><i></i>"Excellent idea." Dermail's face lit up and he smiled with crooked teeth. "I believe Yuy can handle it." He turned to Heero. "You have time to take this on for us, don't you, Heero?"</p>

<p>Heero clenched his jaw but nodded.</p>

<p>"Fantastic. Then we'll adjourn the meeting and let you get started on reviewing Noventa's files." The old man's beady eyes danced. Behind him, Krushrenada shook his head and shot Heero a sympathetic look.</p>

<p>"Workaholic," Dermail continued. "More of you should be like Yuy here: smart, aggressive. Fantastic. Ha. Way to save the day, there. And Milliard, you do have an eye for talent. Keep up the great work."</p>

<p>Heero ran a hand over his face and glared what he hoped were super-sharp daggers at Peacecraft's taller, and very blond head. Relena's brother smirked as they filed out to the hall.</p>

<p>"Thanks." Heero started down the corridor to go back to his office. Milliard followed alongside.</p>

<p>"Hey, it sucks, but look at the brownie points you got with the old man."</p>

<p>"Yeah." The two men reached the clearing for the elevators. Heero stabbed the button and expected Milliard to excuse himself - since his desk, as partner, was located on the seventh floor. Instead, Relena's brother patted his tie, tucking it back into his jacket and cleared his throat. Which meant he wanted something.</p>

<p>"So how's my sister, doing?"</p>

<p>"She types, she files." He glanced up at the taller man from the corner of his eye. "She's fine."</p>

<p>Peacecraft's light-colored eyebrows furrowed sharply. "She's supposed to be learning something from you."</p>

<p>The bell chimed, signaling that the elevator had arrived to carry Heero away from this nightmare - back to the sanctuary of his desk. He moved quickly onto the waiting car. Milliard followed, and pressed the button for the third floor.</p>

<p>"She is learning something, isn't she?"</p>

<p>"Yes. I answered some questions she had on one of my cases. I think it helped."</p>

<p>Peacecraft let out a small sigh. "Good. I know I've said this before, and it's not really my strong suit--"</p>

<p>"You don't owe me anything." Heero shrugged. "Except a new secretary when she leaves. It will be tough to replace her."</p>

<p>"Hn. Yeah, there's no one quite like my little...." The partner blinked and turned to stare at Heero. There was a moment when Yuy thought he might have given himself away - the other man looked...well, horrified.</p>

<p>"You haven't let Barton near her, have you?"</p>

<p>Heero snarled. Barton. "I've been trying to ward him off."</p>

<p><i>"I wasn't bothering her. If she took offense at my gift, she didn't show it."</i></p>

<p>"But, you know how he is."</p>

<p>"I see. Maybe I should have a little chat with him."</p>

<p>Heero gulped.</p>

<p><i>Trowa leaned back in his chair and sorted through a stack of files. "Does the partnership committee know you're sleeping with your secretary?"</i></p>

<p>He shrugged. "Suit yourself."</p>

<p>The partner looked up as the elevator stopped and more people joined them. Heero swore that this had to be the world's slowest-moving form of transportation that could still be called 'transportation'.</p>

<p>"We're not very close..."</p>

<p>"I don't really care." Yuy scowled. The elevator stopped again, and the car cleared out.</p>

<p>"I know you don't, but I'm going to tell you anyway."</p>

<p>"Great." Heero raised his eyes to stare at the ceiling.</p>

<p>"She and I are very different people. We were brought up in different households, but it doesn't mean I don't care."</p>

<p>"Touching." Thankfully, the elevator bell dinged; they had finally reached the third floor. Heero moved to disembark, but Peacecraft seemed to be content with riding the slow-moving gilded cage back up to seven.</p>

<p>Yet, before Heero managed his escape, Milliard caught the elevator doors and called out after him: "Yuy. I don't want Barton anywhere near her. She's too trusting. He'll use her."</p>

<p>Heero paused and turned back around. He met the older man's gaze and nodded. "I'll do what I can."</p>

<p>One corner of Peacecraft's mouth tucked up into a smug-looking grin. "You're sweet on her."</p>

<p>"She's my secretary." </p>

<p>Milliard crossed his arms and leaned back, the elevator doors began to shut, but not before Relena's brother gave out one last piece of unwanted advice: "And don't forget it."</p>

<p>* * * * * *</p>

<p>Heero rounded the corner and came face to face with the object of his dilemma. Talking to the object of Milliard's disgust. Trowa was leaning over Relena's desk; she was red as a tomato, and Heero felt his blood pressure start to rise. Light blue eyes met his and she shot out of her chair ? looking extremely guilty in the process. Barton turned around.</p>

<p>"Noventa's going to be bringing the Clements files over. I expect you want the overtime." Heero continued to walk towards the door of his inner office; he made eye contact with her as he passed by her desk.</p>

<p>Her eyes were as round as saucers. She glanced at Trowa and then back at him. </p>

<p>Heero stopped. He pivoted to face his secretary, who was currently staring at the floor. "Barton, get lost." He crossed his arms over his chest. </p>

<p>"We have a date."</p>

<p>Heero glanced at the slick divorce attorney out of the corner of his eye. "Over her brother's dead body."</p>

<p>"Milliard?" His secretary looked up. A slight blush still colored her cheeks, and she was clasping and unclasping her hands at her waist. </p>

<p>Heero closed his eyesand let out a breath. "Relena, go get the files from Noventa."</p>

<p>"I thought he--"</p>

<p>"Don't order her around." Trowa's voice was a grating sound on Heero's last nerve.</p>

<p>He opened his eyes and glowered at the other man. "She works for me." His teeth ground together as he barely managed to open his lips enough to talk.</p>

<p>"You're an asshole."</p>

<p>"Bite me, Barton."</p>

<p>"Um..." Relena's softer tone hedged into the conversation. "...maybe I'm a bit out of place, here, but--"</p>

<p>"Go get the Noventa files. This has nothing to do with you."</p>

<p>She slammed a folder down on her desk and raked her eyes over him like she was silently hoping he would burst into red-hot flames and incinerate into a pile of ashes on the floor. </p>

<p>"I may be your secretary, but that doesn't mean?" She abruptly stopped, mid-sentence; her eyes darted over to Trowa, then away. Her cheeks turned from their light shade of pink to ash white. She moved out from behind her desk. "Excuse me." Her tone was razor sharp.</p>

<p>Heero winced, and found the presence of mind to apologize, but didn't find it quick enough - she stalked off in the direction of Noventa's office before he could untie his tongue.</p>

<p>He sighed and turned back towards his office. "Her brother hates your guts."</p>

<p>"No love lost here, either." </p>

<p>Heero felt a little better at hearing Trowa's voice go flat. Yuy crossed the remaining space to his inner office door. He placed his left hand on the doorknob and paused. "I'm not too fond of you right now."</p>

<p>"Don't blame me. You were the one that yelled at her."</p>

<p>Heero tightened his grip on the door. "You're not taking her to dinner."</p>

<p>The other man didn't reply.</p>

<p>"Barton." Yuy shrugged his shoulders back and turned his head to glance at Trowa. He heard his neck pop, and the muscles in his back felt like they were going to snap. "I'm serious. Leave her alone, or I will find a way to murder you and make it look like you eloped to Bangalore with a gay lover."</p>

<p>"Interesting threat. Very inventive. You've been letting Dorothy rub off on you."</p>

<p><i>"Why don't you date her, instead?"</i></p>

<p><i></i>"What was that?"</p>

<p>Heero turned all the way around to face the other man. He felt a slight breeze touch his cheek as the door swung open behind him. "Why don't you date her?"</p>

<p>"Who? Dorothy?"</p>

<p>"Her. Or any other woman in this office building."</p>

<p>"Except Relena."</p>

<p>Heero continued to glare.</p>

<p>"You could have her transferred. She could work as my secretary, then you'd be free to date her. Assuming she's interested."</p>

<p>"That's none of your business."</p>

<p>One corner of his mouth tilted up. "Maybe not. Though I think it's interesting to note how she affects you."</p>

<p>"She doesn't affect me. You hitting on my secretary when she's supposed to be working is...mildly annoying. She's allowed--"</p>

<p>Trowa turned away and seemed to finally be leaving. "When she gets back, you might have her call a locksmith to replace the handle on your door."</p>

<p>Heero blinked and glanced down at the doorknob gripped in the fingers of his left hand. He noted that it felt heavy ? probably because the usual thing that would suspend it in the air, the door, was standing open just behind him.</p>

<p><i>"Fuck."</i></p>

<p>* * * * * *</p>

<p>Relena stomped down the hall after her fake-smiled departure from Marshall Noventa's office; the stack of file folders jolted the box with every step.</p>

<p><i>Heero scowled at her. "Go get the Noventa files. This has nothing to do with you." </i></p>

<p>Cold water filled her veins, and sunk to her feet, only to have a fire start underneath her skin ? starting at her head and working its way down. "What is wrong with him, lately?" She shuffled the box in her arms so she could press the elevator button. "He's been moody all week."</p>

<p>"Ever since..."</p>

<p><i>Heero caught her hand and pulled her close. She brought her fingers up to his cheek and brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes. His skin was smooth along his cheekbone with rough patches of stubble at his jaw. He leaned forward, and covered her mouth with his. Electric sparks burnt her lips; she closed her eyes and moved her hand to cradle the back of his head. Relena delighted in the feel of combing her fingers through his short, soft hair.</p>

<p>The kiss was too short. Their mouths parted, though he was still near. She opened her lips to welcome him back again, and words tumbled out instead.</p>

<p>"What about the partnership committee?"</i></p>

<p>A bell chimed. Brushed nickel doors opened and Relena could watch her reflection shift the box of files in the mirrored wall of the elevator car before stepping forward to board. An Asian man about her height wearing an expensive, tailored suit with hair down to his collar seemed to glare at her from his position reclined against the right side of the car ? as if he was annoyed that Relena was interrupting <u>his</u> ride.</p>

<p>She pressed the button for the third floor and watched it light up a few rows beneath the seven button for the other passenger's destination. The doors shushed closed, and it began to move. <i>Once Heero makes partner, he'll get to move to the seventh floor. </i>She turned and caught a small smile on her reflection's face. The other man was still glaring at her. Relena beamed back.</p>

<p>"You look familiar. Are you a partner here?"</p>

<p>He scowled. "Who do you belong to?"</p>

<p>"Excuse me?"</p>

<p>"You're obviously a secretary. Who do you work for?" His voice was terse and his pinched expression never relented. </p>

<p>"I'm actually interning for the summer. For Mr. Yuy."</p>

<p>"Hn. Yuy."</p>

<p><i>Heero set the flowers back down on her desk. She noticed the water splotches on the cuff of his shirtsleeve, and the arrangement didn't seem quite as full as when he had ripped it off her desktop.</i></p>

<p><i>"Is everything?"</p>

<p>He stomped off before she could finish her sentence - into his office and slamming the door shut behind him.</i></p>

<p>"...your floor."</p>

<p>Relena blinked and looked up into the Partner's scowling features. He stood, holding back the elevator doors as they tried to close on him like two giant, toothless gums.</p>

<p>"Oh! Thank you." She shuffled herself and the box of files hastily towards the exit.</p>

<p>"Daydream on your own time. I'm sure Yuy doesn't pay you to ride elevators all day."</p>

<p>Relena felt her hands curl into fists around the corrugated cardboard. <i>Bite your tongue, bite your tongue; remember, he's a Partner and can fire you. </i>She forced the corners of her mouth into something resembling a smile. "You're right. I'm sure he doesn't."</p>

<p>The Partner frowned and let go of the door. He stepped back into the car, and Relena saw him cross his arms just before the metal panels began to close. She turned around to make her way back to the boss's office.</p>

<p>"And I didn't think there was anyone worse than Milliard before he's had his morning coffee."</p>

<p>* * * * * *</p>

<p>Heero weighed the doorknob in his hand, and wondered if he could beat Barton's head in with the bit of metal. It was a good weight, and would probably dent the divorce attorney's skull, nicely. However, if the partners frowned upon 'office romances', Heero was sure that intra-office assault charges probably wouldn't be all that welcome, either. </p>

<p>He placed the orphaned door fixture on Relena's desk and glanced at Trowa out of the corner of his eye. The divorce attorney was standing with his back against the wall to Heero's inner office, facing the entrance to Yuy's larger office suite - just waiting for Relena to return. And with that smug look on his face like he knew he was about to win some game that Heero had no intention of playing.</p>

<p>"Get out of my office."</p>

<p>Trowa crossed his arms, but remained where he was. "I'm waiting for my date." </p>

<p>"I can have you bodily removed."</p>

<p>"Just concede you're jealous and I win." The divorce attorney uncrossed his arms and stood up from his relaxed-looking position against the wall. He moved towards Relena's desk.</p>

<p>"I could bodily remove you myself," Heero said and turned to face Barton head-on.</p>

<p>"Admit you want her for yours?"</p>

<p>In a flash, Yuy grabbed the front of Trowa's shirt. "So, what, you can hang my career?" His fist crumpled the starched-white fabric for just a second before Heero sent him stumbling backwards. </p>

<p>Trowa chuckled as he dusted himself off. "It's not so bad as that." His right hand came up and straightened his collar. "From what I understand, Krushrenada would count you as a hero."</p>

<p>"And her brother would count me among the dead." Heero scowled. "It's unethical."</p>

<p>"If you were using her job as an inducement, yes, but just wanting?"</p>

<p>Yuy shoved both hands into his pocket and stared down at her desk. Despite the fact she hadn't worked for him very long, there were the little touches that were uniquely her: the pink shawl on the back of her chair for when the office air seemed a little chilly; the inspirational calendar next to her phone...with Trowa's name scribbled ON TODAY'S DATE! Heero clamped his eyes shut and growled. "It looks unethical."</p>

<p>"Well, if you're not going to?"</p>

<p>Yuy ground his teeth together, and felt the urge to strangle or seriously maim the divorce attorney rise from his stomach and take hold of every muscle in his body. "Trowa..."</p>

<p>"You have no right to complain."</p>

<p>Yuy took a deep breath to quell his rage. "I could use her help this evening. You are depriving her, in this instance." He spoke in a calm monotone voice, despite the emotional catastrophe he was experiencing inside. "She's supposed to be an intern, not just a secretary, and this is an opportunity for her to see how to prepare?"</p>

<p>"How long did it take you to think up that lame excuse?"</p>

<p>"You're not going out with her." Heero removed his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms.</p>

<p>Trowa's amused look dropped from his face. He stepped forward, his head slightly cocked to one side. "That's not your call."</p>

<p>"Fuck off." Heero glowered at his 'friend'. Barton's mouth twisted into a cruel smirk a second before he lashed out. He grabbed Yuy by the collar.</p>

<p>"There's only one thing I'm interes?"</p>

<p>"I have your oh-so-important files." Relena somehow magically appeared, carrying a large box in both hands and propped against her hip. Trowa released Heero's collar and stepped back; the two would-be combatants continued to wage a silent war.</p>

<p>"Here." She dumped the box on top of her desk - apparently oblivious to the other occupants even as she was supposedly speaking to at least one of them. </p>

<p>"Put them on my desk." Heero heard his voice as it rushed from his mouth - sounding angry and harsh. </p>

<p>"Please," he added in a somewhat softer tone. </p>

<p>Relena picked up the box and started towards his office, making sure to never look at him in the process. Those long, slender legs paused a step outside the doorway to bring one knee up and balance the cardboard container on her thigh ? exposing the lace of her hose beneath the not-quite-short-enough skirt. Violent tension fled his body only to be replaced with strain of another kind. The top of the box just grazed the bottom of her breasts, which were more than 'outlined' in her not-quite-tight-enough jacket.</p>

<p><i>Heero trapped her against the desk and ran his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts through the thin material. Relena moaned as he kneaded the mounds in his palms. She threw her head back and bit her lip. Heero rubbed at her hardened nipples beneath the fabric. </i></p>

<p><i>Relena lowered herself backwards onto the top of his desk and sent him a fiery look. Her right leg traveled up the outside of his left until it rested at his hip. She drew him closer...</i></p>

<p>"Why is the doorknob..." His secretary turned in the doorway to look at him; she was hugging the box of files to her chest, fully clothed and with Barton still in the greater vicinity of his office. In fact, Heero could hear him chuckling somewhere near his secretary's desk. </p>

<p>"...er, PART of the doorknob..." Her eyebrows formed a question mark as she finally met his gaze. </p>

<p>"On the floor?"</p>

<p>"No, I want you on my desk."</p>

[APerfectSoldier87]

Schgood!

[Andrea]

I just went SQUEE!! It's nice to get online after a few days of stress and find THIS waiting for me. *sigh*

See why I love XmaS?

"I'm serious. Leave her alone, or I will find a way to murder you and make it look like you eloped to Bangalore with a gay lover."

Maybe I could wear a mustache and sunglasses and pretend to BE a man... I've never been to Bangalore, that's for sure! ^^"

"On the floor?"

"No, I want you on my desk."

Oh, yes please! Say yes, Relena! ....But I'm having trouble making a choice! Heero-Trowa, Heero-Trowa....

I really want to know how this is going to end, and is there going to be a real lemon somewhere? Because I happen to think 'lime' just doesn't cut it. Lime was created as a torture device. *nod*

I'm squee, and I will break into a song, so I better go and get some sleep.

Thanks, Rose! I loved it!

[WindCloud]

ahahah on the desk

[LilTrix]

...Definetly the desk girl...

[Morrighan]

*snicker* He-he-he... Girl, please say yes. You'd be insane not to.

Great job, Rose!! Can't wait to see more!

[sweet_me_beajai]

that was totally great! and the last line is just priceless.

you know, everytime you update, i have to read it all over again because it never fails to crack me up! great job.

i hope you update sooner than this one.

[perfectpeach]

Heehee! on the desk! on the desk! this kinda reminds me of bridgett jones diary

[AnShino]

lmao...ahh, your whole fic so far is just great =)...I can't wait for more.

"On the floor?"



"No, I want you on my desk."

*snicker*

[perfectpeach]

i'm just gonna add that i really wannna see the next bit of this fic really really fast and im a gonna cry if it aint up there soon.....like....reeeeaaallllyy soon