Note: I do not own Warehouse 13, just playing in the sandbox.
Authors Note: I'm sorry I don't have a beta, so I apologize for my mistakes.
Timeline: After 'actions louder than words'
“CLAUDIA!” Artie Nielson’s voice could be heard almost four miles into the warehouse. Claudia Donovan’s eyes grew three times their normal size as she looked to Pete Latimer as they were goofing around between the aisles.
Pete stopped dead in his tracks with the same look Claudia was wearing. “Oh. My. God. What did you do?!” Pete demanded. “He sounds so pissed!”
Claudia squealed, “I don’t know!”
“Were you tinkering again?”
“When don’t I?”
“Did you break something?”
“I fixed it!”
Pete sighed, “Go, before he skins you alive.” He advised, patting her on the back reassuringly.
Claudia skittered towards the office as quick as she could. She knew ever second would count against her but it wasn’t her fault she had been so far away. But her excuses wouldn’t matter. Once she passed Myka and Leena who were eyeing her with sympathy, she let her mind drift back to weeks earlier. Artie had thrown her over his knee and spanked her…than gave her the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced. The man had skilled fingers, knowledge of women’s bodies and exactly how to touch them. Just like she knew he would.
As she placed her hand on the doorknob, she exhaled, steadying herself. Trying to control her arousal level that began to rise, she tentatively poked her head into the office. “Yessssssssssss?”
The darkened look on his face made her wet. She was mildly mortified at that reaction but she was well aware she had issues to begin with.
“Come here,” he stated cooly, but there was something in his tone that made her shut the door and latch it behind her, one of her own additions to his office. “Why did you add that?”
A sly smile crossed her lips, “Would you believe me if I said it was for your own personal safety?” When there was no answer, she decided to give the real answer. “Actually it’s in case I decide I want a private moment with you.”
“Oh?” he asked, voice still mild, “And when would you propose we have these private moments? Are you feeling like you should be punished again?”
Claudia almost whimpered as she felt herself grow wet at his question. “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe,” she drawled, trying to cover the warble in her voice. “Are you in the giving mood, Old Man?” she retorted.
As his eyes raked over her form, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, it made her shiver. “What if I said I wanted you on your knees?”
“What if I said ‘yes sir’?”
He laughed, “That escalated rather quickly.”
She locked eyes with him, “Does that change the outcome? Do you want me on my knees, lapping at your cock?” Claudia couldn’t help the triumphant grin that spread across her lips as a small moan left his lips.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, child,” he found himself warning her, as she stepped toe to toe with him.
Leaning close, she breathed against his neck. Instead of answering with words, she began to softly sing. “Watching your eyes, as they invade my soul…”
To her surprise, he softly returned the lyrics “Forbidden pleasures, I’m afraid to make mine…” his voice was a deep rumble. It was just as arousing as the looks he had been giving her.
Letting her blunt nails trail down his clothed chest, she lead him back to his chair. He watched as she pressed a series of keys on his computer and all the blinds snapped shut. “Why do I feel that you’ve set me up for this?” he asked, as she returned to him.
As she leaned forward, giving him a tentative kiss on the lips. Their first true kiss, it grew from a tentative lip lock to passion fueled moment. Claudia had managed to climb into his lap, beginning to grind on him as her tongue swept against his bottom lip. “Fuck,” she whispered as he broke the kiss, as she tried to catch her breath.
Her hand found his erect cock beneath the fabric of his pants and began to stroke him. He let out a soft gasp, his forehead coming to rest against hers as she continued to stroke and fondle him. Finding the zipper she shoved her hand in, causing him to jerk into her hand. Her mind tried not to confirm the cliché that his cock felt like steel covered in velvet but damn it did. He was bigger than she thought, much wider too. She grinned, always one to enjoy a challenge.
Wriggling from his lap, down to the floor, she looked up at him with his cock in her hand. “You don’t have to do this,” he told her sincerely, stroking the side of her face.
She merely responded with opening her mouth and running her tongue along to the head of his cock. He let out a shuddering breath and wove his fingers into her hair. She chuckled, doing it again, making his hips buck towards her. Taking just the head of his cock into her mouth, she began to run her tongue along the head. Slowly at first but then began to rapidly flick her tongue across the head.
The look of rapture on his face, his fingers tightening in her hair, Claudia never felt more powerful. When she pulled back for a breath, she found him urging her up. She clumsily stumbled towards him, lips crashing against his. Breaking the kiss, she looked at him questioning why he stopped her. “Why?”
“Bed, it’s much easier. Besides the fact my feet are falling asleep, I want to touch you.”
Claudia grinned, “I like the way you think.” He let out groan as she pulled her top over her head, and tossed it at him.
Stumbling after her as she sprinted to his bedroom, she bounced onto his bed, making it sway slightly. She was shoving down her clothes and throwing them to the floor and he took in the sight of her nude form for the first time. She was quite thin, tiny chest…tiny everything, he momentarily worried that he would eventually crush her if he wasn’t careful. As her underwear now landed on his head, he merely glared at her while she laughed. “Claudia…”
“What? I was enjoying myself until you interrupted me, now get your ass into bed so I can finish.”
“I’d rather keep my clothes on,” he insisted, “But if you’d like to continue, I won’t stop you.”
She crooked her finger in the ‘come hither’ motion and he was quickly at her side, kissing her again. When it broke, his lips and teeth grazed the skin of her neck making her moan. One hand cradled her face as the other skimmed down her body, coming to her core. Effortlessly sliding into her, she let out a cry as he began to thrust into her.
“Wait-wait, stop,” she panted, pulling away from him.
He immediately dropped his hand and backed away like she was on fire. She shot him a dirty look, “Don’t act like I wanted you to stop doing this, but I was on a mission first, you’re distracting me.” Then pounced on him, in one smooth move she took him by surprise and pinned him down. Slithering down, she pulled him back out of his pants and she captured him into the hot heat of her mouth. Claudia felt a rush as he groan and clutched his bedding. He lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Artie let out a gasp as she took him into her throat.
The squelch of him breaching the back of her throat filled the room as she continually did it. Sliding him almost out all the way from her mouth, leaving just the head between her lips, she began to flick her tongue across the head. Then she would slide him back in, rotating her tongue against the sides of his cock. His gasp was coming out louder now and it would waver off as she would let him fill her throat.
“Claudia…” he breathed out, “I don’t know how much longer-“
She chuckled around him and began to suck him harder, working him with her hand. She slid him from her mouth and grinned up at him. “Beg for me, I want to know how bad you want to come down my throat.”
He jerked against her hand, “God, that almost had me coming in your hand…Claudia…please…”
“Please what…?” she asked, batting her eyes at him with a wicked grin on her lips.
“Make me…come…please…” Artie begged, reaching down and cupping her face.
With a giggle, she took him back into her mouth and made quick work of him. Stroking and sucking, she made sure to finish him this time. “C-Claudia,” he shouted, as he began to release. He heard her choke a bit, and pulled back, letting him finish against her breast. He noticed the rapid rising of her chest and reached for her. Sliding a finger effortlessly into her, he felt her body throbbing around him and how wet she had become. Within two strokes she was pulsing around him, sighing his name. “That’s my girl,” he purred pulling her to him carefully so he could press his lips to hers.
“What was…fun…and sticky,” she giggled, eyes drifting down to her body.
Artie felt his face flush, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t…”
“If you couldn’t tell by how soaking wet I was, I enjoyed everything.” She chuckled, “Though I could do with a wash rag, it’s starting to dry…”
With an apology, he shoved himself back into his pants and rushed off to find something to clean her off with. When he returned she was laying sprawled on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. When he offered her the rag, she merely raised her brows. “You made the mess, you clean it up,” she winked.
He watched her smile as he began to wipe the warm rag along her body, wiping away the evidence of his climax, and her own. She let out a happy sigh and then burrowed under his blankets. “Oh n-“
“Oh yes, I’m going to sleep. Have fun explaining to the others where I’ve gone off to,” she grinned and made good on her word, snuggling down into the hanging bed.
Artie just shook his head and wandered back to his office, slumping down into his chair. He couldn’t help the grin that worked it’s way onto his face, he knew that girl would be the death of him.
I hope you enjoyed! There will be one more part to this to finish this series of smut.