Category: Smut? Romance?
Pairing(s): Howard/Bridget
Warnings: Sexual content, but nothing too explicit.
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man and its characters are the property of Hoshino Katsura.



It was hard not to with the two of them sharing the same office space, but Link found himself distracted by the newly transferred Secretary Fay on occasion. In fact, although he'd never admit it, he wasn't bothered by this.

She glanced up from her own paperwork and flashed him a come hither look, the kind of gaze that he figured could easily tempt even the holiest of men to hell. He had eyes for her, but what sane man didn't? She was a feat. From the curls of her hair to her hips and all the rest. Highly proficient and timely with her reports on top of being absolutely stunning.

If work had sex appeal, it would look something like Bridget Fay.

She was before her time, and hardly resembled the female workers he was accustomed to back in Dormagen. They were normally older women, of course, but their plain, unshapely uniforms did none of them any favors. They left everything up to the imaginations of curious young men, as it were.

But her skirt and blouse flattered her every feminine curve, and she was the type of woman that won content, knowing smiles among men discussing the nicer specimens around the Order. It was what they did. Even Walker, as gentlemanly as he was, wasn't prudish enough to avoid grinning and laughing when the subjects of particular women and sex were brought up in the lines for the showers.

Before he knew it they were locked together in a kind of awkward embrace, a sort of calm before the storm, and she was nestled against the near underside of his neck where he dabbed his cologne every morning. He pulled away and fumbled with the buttons on her blazer nervously. He would be the first to admit--off the record, of course--that she had wonderful breasts.

Even though they had thirty minutes at most before they needed to return to their respective posts outside, he let his thoughts wander to just what he'd do with them if he had enough time to give them the appreciation they deserved.

She quietly yet firmly made a note about the time, so he continued, still silent. He had easy access to her shapely bust once he discarded her blouse, so he went straight to work licking and suckling at her nipples, just savoring her taste. He relished sweets, naturally, but this was just as good. In its own way.

He was loathe to stop so suddenly, especially since it meant temporarily quieting her soft moans, but his own trousers were unbearably tight and he thought that the upcoming situation would go much more smoothly on the nearby couch.

She kindly noted that they only had twenty-six minutes left. And he always met his deadlines.