Theo sat down behind his desk and glared at the paperwork he had to fill out. Applegate had given him a whole stack of forms before he had scurried out of the office to go to a short meeting for a potential donation. Theo had saw the look of glee in his eyes knowing Theo's would be here long after he was supposed to go home. He was scanning and filling in the blanks when there was a knock on his office door. With a flick of his wand, the door opened and standing outside the office door was his girlfriend, looking very awkward and unsure of herself.

"Ummm. Hello," she said shyly. "I hope you don't mind me dropping by the hospital. Can I come in? But only if it won't bother you. I can go home and wait to talk to you if you'd rather." She was nervous and she babbled when she was nervous.

Theo smiled. "Come on in, Tracey." He gestured to the paperwork, and said, "I'll be happy to have a break from this paperwork."

"It's quite a mountain you've got there." She walked into the room and lay the heavy sword on the desk opposite Theo's. Why she decided to bring the damn sword with her to the hospital, she'd never know. Tracey had seen the funny looks people had given her as she'd walked through the poorly lit corridors she'd felt incredibly self conscious. "What's it all for? I can't imagine that it's the most fun part of your job. I imagined you in a lab coat with safety glasses on doing all sorts of interesting experiments."

Theo chuckled. "I barely wear a lab coat anymore. It's all about donations and fund raising. And, of course, consenting to someone else doing to actual research and experimenting.
He sighed and nodded his head toward the sword. "What's that for?" He bit back the joke of her coming to slay him.

Tracey's smile grew big. "That, my dear Theo, is your prop... for Halloween."

He eyed it. "A prop? Surely I don't need a prop." He dreaded walking about with a sword all night. It seemed a bit much for someone who'd rather just fade into the background -- or not go at all.

Laughing she nodded, "Yes, yes, you need a sword. What kind of a knight would you be without a sword? A very shoddy one. Besides... it matches the boots I bought you today. I promise, it won't be a pain to carry around. It's not very heavy."

He picked up the sword, testing the weight. It was practically weightless; he could make it weigh even less if he wanted to. He smiled. "Thank you, Tracey, but I'm terrified to think of what boots that would go with this. And what's this about being a knight?"

"Would I make you wear anything horrid or unstylish? I fairly sure that you will be the best looking wizard there. Costume or not. And besides, it's not like you're hosting the party or anything. Imagine if you knew the organizer and she made you judge the sexiest costume or something. Wait, do you want to judge the sexiest costume? I happen to know the organizer and I'm sure she'd let a handsome knight like you give it a go. You may have a job there." Tracey grinned at him and sat back on what she could only assume was Applegate's desk.

Leaning back in his chair, Theo pretended to think about it before saying, "No, I'd rather not. But thank you for the offer." She crossed her long legs and he almost let out an audible gasp. "Now, what brings you here? Other than to see me that is."

"Well, I was thinking of telling you about what I did this morning and then bribing you to wear the Halloween costume I picked out for you... but as you already seem so agreeable on that point, I suppose just hearing about my morning would suffice. Besides, I've never been to your office before and I wanted to prove to you that I don't think Charms research is boring."

"Well, you think hearing about Charms research is boring at least." He paused, "Well, I'd enjoy hearing about your morning rather than finishing this paperwork. And why would I argue about Halloween? Anything to get you back into that costume I'll agree to." He grinned at her wickedly.

"Then you'll love my story even more. I was sitting for my portrait for Glenlivet Stables and afterwards I sat for another... completely in the buff. It was very scary... but very liberating too. Pansy'll have kittens. Blaise was already shocked and swore I'd been possessed or something. Am I really that repressed?" she asked herself more than Theo. "Anyway... Dean left the painting in the den. It's lovely, doesn't look like me at all. Maybe I'll have to move it where no one can see it but me. The house-elves weren't very excited about me sitting for it. It seems that they think I'm a scarlet woman now." She grinned. "Maybe I'll have to reenact it for your birthday! Since I'm already a harlot, according to Baxter."

Theo shook his head. "Yes, you are such a harlot," he joked, "Baxter can be hexed you know. I'd love to do it." He paused, feeling a twinge of guilt over Pansy's name. "I'd love to see the portrait of you in the buff. Clearly, it's got to be a gorgeous portrait. Hopefully Dean did you justice." He didn't allow himself to be jealous over the fact Dean had seen his girlfriend naked; he was a painter, so she was the item he had painted, nothing more.

Tracey pulled him toward her by the collar of his robes, giving him a cheeky grin. "I was going to make you wait until your birthday to see it, but I may be convinced to show it to you later, unless you are a naughty boy and tell me you have to stay here and finish that paperwork before coming home with me."

Theo groaned, wrapping his arms around her. "I don't have paperwork..." he said, waving his hand aimlessly toward his desk. Without looking at his desk, he leaned down and captured her mouth with his, pulling her delicate body against his and pressed one palm against the small of her back and the other holding her neck gently. His tongue slid into her mouth when she parted her lips.

"Excuse me, Theo. Don't you have paperwork to do?" Applegate's voice said rudely from behind Tracey.

Theo pulled away, seeing Tracey's blush. "Don't you have a meeting to attend?"

"I finished it," his assistant said curtly, clearly annoyed.

"Then go home," The said rudely.

"Sure, I'll just go leave you with a woman in the office. Very professional, Theodore."

"Screw professional."

"You're welcome to watch, er... Applebee, was it?" Tracey interrupted their verbal sparring. "I've never been much of an exhibitionist before, but I can make allowances if you won't just do what your superior tells you to and go home." Tracey glared at the horrid little man. She hadn't even officially met him yet and she was already hating him. Then, she remembered how he was the one who'd made Theo walk out on their first date and her eyes narrowed further. "Though on the other hand, I may not be a genius at charms, but I know a few stinging hexes."

"It's Applegate. I don't know your name. So you know how much you rank to Theo," the man said.

"Go home," Theo said sighing. He refused to release Tracey. "If you don't.... well, just go." He didn't feel like threatening the miserable man. Applegate donned lavender wizard robes over his scrawny frame. His brown hair receding with every passing moment.

Applegate narrowed his eyes at the pair. "You should be more professional or shall I tell the department head?"

"I am the department head as far as you're concerned."

The assistant snorted. "Hardly. Mr. Jones would love to hear you are... entertaining women in your office."

"He certainly would since he's been known to lock himself in his office with his wife nearly every week. Surely he will just want to trade stories of any exploits he feels like sharing. Well, I, on the other hand, feel like private things shall be kept private." He leaned down and kissed Tracey chastely on the lips. "Now, unless you want a show, leave."

Now, practically ignoring the asshat across the room, "Does he really?" she whispered to him loudly. "Why don't you have your own office then? I wonder if that could be arranged. I'm very good at getting people fired. Are you sure you need him as an assistant?"

"Silly stupid girl, thinking she has any power at all," Applegate sneered. "Probably thinks a call to Daddy is all it takes-"

Tracey pulled herself from Theo and pointed her wand at the wizard. "You are mistaken if you think that I need to call anyone for help when it comes to hurting you. Get out."

Applegate didn't flinch. "Hex me, see what happens," he goaded the witch.

Theo wrapped his arms around Tracey, pulling her back toward him and pushing her wand down. "He's not worth it, love," he murmured.

Swing around, Applegate muttered a string of curses before storming out of the office and slamming the door behind him.

Theo sighed. "Finally. I always forget the man only keeps going when he gets the response he wants." He turned Tracey around slowly, saying against her lips, "Now where were we?"

She was shaking with anger, but could see that he was trying to calm her down. It was rather affective. She could feel the waves of annoyance wash off of her. Sighing into his mouth Tracey languidly reminded him of their important task before being so rudely interrupted by Theo's git of an assistant, "Weren't we weighing the value of doing paperwork against going home to reenact nude portraiture?"

Theo grinned. "Ah, that we were. I believe, though, we should reenact the portrait here before I die of suspense." He kissed her softly, his hand coming up to cup her face.

She loved when he did that. His hands were soft and firm and having them on her made her forget pretty much everything else. Including the fact that she'd only been kidding when she'd said that he'd needed an office of his own so she could make weekly shag visits. She wasn't kissing him so softy any more, Tracey was losing herself in him. Her hands tightened on his robes and she pulled him closer to her.

He reached his hands further into her hair and she moaned as their bodies came into full contact. It was all she could do to not throw him down on his desk... and then she realized that she didn't have to restrain herself. She actually could. Tracey grinned into his kiss before turning him around so his back was to the desk.

Theo allowed her to push him down onto the desk, not caring about the paperwork he would no doubt be wrinkling.

She kissed him firmly and then realised there would be no attacking from above, her skirt was too narrow. Gently, his hands roamed down her back. He broke the kiss, repositioning so that she was the one on the desk, looking up at him through her long lashes with lust filled eyes. He grinned. His hands slid up her legs to pull her skirt higher and he reached down and pulled up the bottom of her jumper, discarding it onto the floor. He leaned down and kissed where her shoulder met her neck then his mouth traveled down, making a wet trail to the top of her breasts. He deftly undid the front clasp on her bra and pushed it aside. His tongue flickered over her hardened peaks, each in turn and then, hearing her moan as encouragement, began to suck on them gently.

Her body was on fire. His mouth leaving trails of heat until she could hardly breathe. She tried to stay quiet so no one in the now bustling corridor could hear them but it was pointless. Let them get curious and wander in, there was no repressing what she was feeling. Feeling the name plate jamming into her back, she fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his head up. Theo looked up at her face and she smirked at him before throwing the offending name plate over her shoulder. "You are wearing far to many clothes, Director Nott," she said cheekily, calling him by his official title. "Let me help you with that." She swiftly started undoing his buttons from the bottom up and couldn't help but touch the skin she was revealing as she went.

Theo dropped his hand to his sides, resisting the urge to touch her, allowing her to undress him. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, her hands roaming over his shoulders a bit before moving down to his trousers. Reaching out, he grabbed in her wrists, stopping her. He grinned at her, pulling her close just to enjoy the feel of her hot skin against his chest. His hands seemed to move on their own accord, releasing her and moving between their bodies to slide up her skirt again. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste her.

He pulled down her knickers, slanting his mouth over hers again and again. She moaned as he inserted one finger into her slick folders. He left out a groan when she broke the kiss and her fingers fumbled for the zipper on his trousers. Their breathing was rapid and shallow, and he could hear his heart beat in his ears. It was a wonder he could keep any control around her. She fumbled with the zipper, unable to get a grip on it as he added another finger, making slow circles on her clit.

He pushed her back on the desk, and pulled off his own trousers, stepping out of them in a hurry. Eagerly, she reached out to him with open arms. He pulled off her skirt quickly, ripping it accidentally. She moaned when his finger entered her wetness again, resuming their task. He ached for her; his erection straining toward her. But he just continued bringing her closer to her climax. Leaning down he kissed her inner thighs, making a trail to her moisture. Removing his finger, he replaced it with his tongue, making fast movements on her bundle of nerves.

She clung to him, gripping his hair roughly and moaning aloud. She called his name loudly as he felt her tighten around him, coming to her climax while his tongue was still working.

She sighed happily and tried to breathe, giving a little laugh, as one of the quills on the desk lodged itself into her hair. He sat smirking at her, but she could tell he was itching to continue on. She sat up and flipped her hair over her shoulder in an attempt to look seductive. "Director Nott, I hope this isn't how you entertain all the guests to your office... it might make a girl a little jealous." She grinned as she smoothly pulled him toward her and placed him sitting on the edge of the desk. Lifting her leg, she straddled him against the desk and grinned cheekily at him as she impaled herself on his length. Theodore couldn't bite back his groan and when she started moving his eyes started to see stars.

Theo reached down and grabbed her hips, digging his finger nails into her flesh. In the same rhythm as his his thrusts, he moved her up and down. She groaned when he reached between their bodies and began to simulate her clit again, making rapid circles. He held back, not allowing himself the fulfillment he desperately needed until he was sure she had came again. His thrusts became harder, deeper, faster. Her sexy moans and gasps as the sensations almost sent him over the edge. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across her nipple, making her emit a moan.

Her hands came around to tangle in his hair, holding his head where it was on her breasts. Her back arched, pressing herself closer toward him. He softly nipped her nipple and that pushed her over. Moaning his name loudly, he felt her tighten around him. The simple, involuntary act sent him over the edge, and he came inside her, crying her name as he did.

Still breathing heavy, Tracey put her head on his shoulder and let her hair fall all around her, down his back and against his cheek. He could smell her shampoo and it reminded him of the very first morning they'd spent together, when she'd fallen asleep on the guest bed with him. She'd trusted him then to hold her and keep her safe. He wanted her to trust him like that forever.

She wanted to be with him forever. Unwillingly, thoughts sprang to her head while she sat there holding him that should have scared her, but didn't. Each of them were as familiar to her as any she'd held on to about him. Thoughts of family and happiness. Thoughts of children and joy together. Tracey smiled into his shoulder. It was thoughts that she'd always denied herself accepting as a real possibility. She could breathe deeply knowing she didn't have to deny them today... perhaps not speak them aloud right at the moment... they'd only been together a week, but things suddenly seemed less hopeless. She was hopeful, perhaps for the first time in her life. Smiling, happily content, she spoke softly in his ear, "Well, Mr. Director, do you think the reenactment was successful? I'll have you know that there was not this much fun going on in your den this morning."

Theo tightened his arms around her, pulling her close. "The reenactment was successful, but I dare say if you did this with Thomas I'd be jealous." He paused. "But I know you didn't." He leaned back and kissed her temple. "I trust you." Too bad you shouldn't trust me, he thought guiltily thinking of Pansy. We weren't even dating -- and definitely not exclusive... But I should tell her. Keeping her leg wrapped around him he lift her off the desk and set her gently down on the floor. Bending down to pick up her skirt, he grinned at her. "I ripped it, sorry about that." With his wand, he fixed it with a wave, handing it to her. "I think..." He glanced at the paperwork on his desk and shook his head. "Forget paperwork. It'll be there in the morning." But will you?

They dressed silently, for which Theo was thankful. He didn't want to voice what he was thinking of. He didn't want to tell her the truth after they shagged in his office. He wanted the moment to be right and to make her understand. To make her see that while he had done nothing wrong, he still respected her enough -- loved her enough -- to be honest with her.


(Summary: Tracey arrives at St. Mungo's intending to bribe Theo into wearing his Halloween costume. The girl knows what she wants and how to get it, clearly) - NC17