Feels So Right
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and I will return them when I am done.
Author’s Notes- So I know I said that the January Challenge stories wouldn’t incorporate existing prompts and that I’d only use each couple 3x, but I’ve been suffering major writer’s block when it comes to the final four stories and this idea fit, even though it’s the response to other prompts, so I’m going with it. This is Day 31: Sex with the clothes mostly on. It also fits the following requests: “I didn’t fall for you. You tripped me.” getting desk sex and “You are the love of my life.” This is set about a month after “Almost a Tragedy”.
Paring- Dante/Eleanor
Rating- NSFW
Summary- When Dante has to work late, Eleanor surprises him at the office.
Words- 1565
Eleanor entered the lobby of the building where Dante’s office was located. It was late, so there was no one at the front desk, but there was a security guard on duty. She could see him evaluating her clothes and appearance and the large cooler bag she was holding and deciding she probably wasn’t someone who didn’t realize that it was past business hours.
“How may I help you ma’am?” He asked politely.
Eleanor handed him her security/elevator pass. She didn’t have a lot of reason to visit Dante at work, especially after hours, but he’d given her the access pass anyway, pointing out that she was his wife, and tonight it was coming in handy.
“I’m Mr. Nevrakis’ fiancé and I’m here to bring him dinner,” She explained, motioning to the bag. It still felt weird to refer to Dante as her fiancé, but at the same time it felt so right and she knew the only thing that would sound better would be getting to call him her husband.
The guard smiled and handed her access card back. “Of course, Ms. Slaone, go ahead.”
Eleanor nodded and stepped into the elevator, pressing Dante’s floor. It was empty when she got out, not surprising since it was past business hours. Dante had called to let her know that he had to work late, going over the details of some deal and she’d decided to surprise him.
She’d only been at the offices a couple times, because Dante often worked from home, and never after hours but the layout was simple and quickly walked down the corridor to Dante’s private office and past his secretary’s desk, which was empty, and knocked on the inner door.
“Come in,” Dante called, sounding irritated.
Eleanor hesitated, wondering if she was wrong about this being a good surprise, but opened the door anyway.
“Carolyn, I thought I told you to go home,” Dante said, not even looking from his paperwork.
“She did go home,” Eleanor said lightly, “it’s me.”
Dante’s head shot up. “Eleanor, baby, what are you doing here?”
“I brought you dinner.” Eleanor told him, holding up the bag, “I hope you don’t mind.”
Dante got up and quickly walked across the room. “Not at all, this is an amazing surprise.” He pulled her into his arms, making her drop the bag, and then kissing her deeply. Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. She was a little breathless when they finally broke apart.
“We should eat before your dinner gets cold,” she told him, picking up the cooler bag and crossing over to the small table in the corner and started unpacking.
“I take it you didn’t just bring me take-out,” Dante teased.
Eleanor shot him a look, “no. I made dinner.” She had always liked to cook and she had a lot of time on her hands, so if she and Dante didn’t have social obligations, she often made their meals herself.
Eleanor quickly unpacked all the dishes and the plates and cutlery she had brought with her.
“You are amazing,” Dante told her, reaching for her again.
She went into his arms willingly. “Funny, that’s how I feel about you most of the time.”
They kissed again, Dante’s hands settling on her waist as his tongue pushed her lips apart. The kiss grew deeper, their bodies pressing against each other and Eleanor could feel all rational thought slip away as she lost herself in him. Finally, she remembered her mission and pushed lightly against his chest. “You need to eat.”
“What if I’d rather have you,” Dante asked her in a low voice even as he released her.
“I went through all the trouble to make you dinner,” Eleanor reminded him, stepping away, “you can at least eat it.”
“Don’t worry I will. It looks amazing,” Dante told her, holding out her chair for her and then taking his own seat. “I was just going to order pizza, eventually. But this is so much better.” “
I’m glad,” Eleanor said with a smile as she served them both. The meal passed quickly with quiet conversation and then Eleanor quickly packed up the dishes. “I should probably let you get back to work,” she commented.
Dante reached for her again. “Not so fast,” he said, pulling her against him. “I haven’t had dessert yet.”
“Oh?” Eleanor asked, tilting her head back to look at him. “Is that so?”
“It is,” Dante told her before kissing her deeply. Eleanor leaned into the kiss, loving the feel of his lips against hers and his hands on her body.
“Suddenly I wish I had a couch in here,” Dante murmured against her skin.
“You have a desk,” Eleanor pointed out, sighing at his touch.
Dante didn’t need any more prompting, he swept her into his arms and carried her over to his desk, carelessly pushing the papers aside before he placed her on it. He pushed her legs apart and settled between them, his hands pushing her skirt up and resting on her bare thighs. He kissed her again, nibbling slightly on her lip as his hand traveled upwards. He found her underwear and eased it off of her, tossing it to the floor.
Eleanor let out a little moan of pleasure as Dante ran his fingers over her wet slit, before slipping one inside of her. His other hand stayed resting on her thigh, pinning her to the desk.
“Dante,” Eleanor whispered as he slid his finger in and out of her before adding another one and increasing his pace. “Oh, Dante.”
“That’s it,” he encouraged against the soft skin of her neck, “come for me, baby.”
Eleanor dug her hand into his shoulders as she did just that, tilting her head back in pleasure. “I need you,” she told him as she came down from her high, reaching for his belt.
“Anything for you, baby,” Dante assured her, kissing her hard before swiftly undoing his belt and yanking down his pants and boxers. He gripped her hips to steady her and then slammed into her.
Eleanor let out a little cry of pleasure before quickly wrapping her legs around his waist. They moved together quickly, Eleanor’s hands on the desk, bracing herself as Dante thrust into her over and over.
“You feel so fucking good,” he told her, “and you look amazing, something out of my wildest fantasies.”
“I’m very real,” Eleanor assured him, though the words came out more like a pant.
“I know, baby,” Dante leaned forward to kiss her against even as he continued to move hard and fast inside of her, “I can feel how real you are.” He groaned. “I’m so close.”
“So am I,” Eleanor said breathlessly, pushing her hips against his, desperate for the friction. Dante moved one hand from her hip and slipped it between them, rubbing her clit as he continued to thrust. “Ohh,” Eleanor cried, feeling the waves of orgasm hit her again. “Dante!”
“Eleanor,” he cried at the same time as he spilled himself inside her, his body shuddering against hers. He let go of her hip and rested his hands on top of her on the desk, leaning forward a bit.
“I love you,” He told her, kissing her gently.
“I love you too,” Eleanor assured him, “you are the love of my life.” The words came out on their own, the tone light, but the sentiment wasn’t. The last eight months had shown her that she had made the right decision, that this was where she was meant to be and that this man… He was who she was supposed to be with. She knew she would never regret being with him.
Dante’s eyes darkened and he immediately kissed her again, deeper this time, still settled between her thighs. “You will never regret that,” he assured her, his one hand tangling in her hair.
“I know,” Eleanor said confidently.
Dante finally pulled away, straightening his pants and then reaching down for her underwear. Eleanor hopped off the desk and got dressed.
“I really didn’t mean to distract you,” she teased, placing a hand on his face.
“Baby, you can distract me anytime,” Dante assured her, hooking an arm around her waist.
“I’m sure you still have work to do,” Eleanor commented.
Dante sighed. “Some,” he admitted, “I’ll be about another hour or so.”
Eleanor looked at the cozy chair. “I can curl up and wait for you if I won’t be distracting,” She offered.
Dante laughed. “You’re always distracting, but if you don’t mind, then sure, that’d be great. I like having you near.”
“Who knew you were such a sap,” Eleanor teased, “it doesn’t go with your bad boy rebel image at all.”
“I’m a man of depth,” Dante replied with a laugh, “it’s why you fell for me.”
“I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me.” Eleanor countered. “You totally changed my life and my path.”
“Good,” Dante told her, kissing her again. It was a long, lingering kiss and they reluctantly pulled apart, Dante to return to his desk and discarded papers and Eleanor to settle into one of the comfortable chairs with her phone.
She smiled as she glanced over at Dante, this felt domestic and comfortable, and more than that, it felt right. Like this was exactly where she was supposed to be.
- End
