On The Last Night (Conan Smutlet)
Oct. 5th, 2005 03:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
domino43Okay, I finally got this one all worked out and decided on a title for it. This is the one that was bugging me a couple weeks ago that I had to give up MTWCS for a little bit for. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
gutentag1 for helping me when I got stuck. And NO THANKS for when she THOUGHT she was helping. :p
Anyway, on with it.
Usual speil here. Don't own Conan, blah, blah, blah.
NC-17 (sex, but nothing TOO graphic)
On The Last Night
She stuck her head in his dressing room door as she knocked quietly. Conan was leaning against the wall, talking on the phone. He was already dressed for the show, just needing to get his hair and make-up done. He motioned her inside and held a finger up to tell her he’d be just a minute. She waited silently in front of the door. She watched him talk, spacing out at the sound of his voice.
“Okay. Thanks. Bye.” He hung up the phone and put it down. “Hey, there.”
“You wanted to see me?” she asked timidly.
“Yeah. Today’s the last day of your internship, right?”
She was amazed he’d remembered. “Uh, yeah.”
He smiled at her. “You seem surprised that I know that.”
“Well, yeah. There are dozens of interns in this building. You can’t possibly know when we’re all done.”
He smiled wider. “But I only work with a few of you. And you’re the only one on the show who’s done this semester.”
She looked down, a little embarrassed. “Oh…right.” She looked back up at him nervously. “What did you want to see me about?”
He approached her slowly, almost stealthily. “I just wanted to tell you what a great job you’ve done and how much I appreciate the hard work you’ve put in.” She found herself backed against the door, his 6’4” frame towering over her. His hands came to rest on either side of her as he leaned down. “If you need a good reference, I’d be glad to give you one.” He was speaking so softly, she could barely hear him over her own (suddenly) heavy breathing.
She breathed in his clean, masculine scent, her eyes fluttering closed. She was surprised when his lips found hers. She hesitated. She’d wanted this for so long, since her first day here. Now she wasn’t sure what to do. He was, after all, her boss. ‘Only for a few more hours,’ she told herself. And with that statement, she threw all her morals aside for the moment. She wrapped his tie around her right hand pulling his body closer to hers. Her left hand found its way into his hair, pulling him into the kiss, opening her mouth to his.
He reached behind her back and locked the door, then maneuvered her over to the couch. He sat down, pulling her down with him. His hands roamed up her skirt as he laid her down. He smiled and yanked her panties off in a frenzy. He wanted her and wanted her now. She let him do whatever he pleased to her body. Tonight, it was his.
He sunk his fingers into her, making her moan. He played her expertly as his free hand deftly undid his pants. He stopped his ministrations just long enough to reposition her legs around his hips. His mouth descended on hers, muffling her loud moan as he drove his already pulsing member into her. He drilled into her like there was no tomorrow. And for them, there wasn’t. After tonight, she’d be gone. His moves were somewhat hurried. They didn’t have much time before the show started, and he still had to get his hair and make-up done. But he made sure she was satisfied. His hand snaked between their bodies, his middle finger circling her clit, sending a shiver through her. Their mouths parted, breath coming too rapidly now to keep their lips locked together. He dropped his head into her neck, soft grunts and hard breaths dancing on her skin. Her fingers were tangled into his hair as she raised her hips eagerly to meet his.
She clamped her trembling thighs around his hips as she threw her head back and shuddered through her climax. “uuuunnnnhhhh… Conan…”
As she tightened around Conan, he lost himself in his own release, grunting her name. He collapsed on top of her, her name falling breathy from his lips once more.
Conan said her name again, putting his hand on her shoulder. She brought herself out of her daydream and looked at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
He chuckled. “I asked what you needed.”
“Right. Sorry. Um, I just wanted to remind you that tonight is the last night of my internship. Some of us are going out tonight to celebrate, and I thought I’d extend an invitation to you. You know, if you wanted to stop by for a minute, if you’re not too busy.”
“I just might do that if I have the time.”
“Alright. Cool. I guess I’ll see you after the show.” She opened the door and walked out, trying to keep her cool. Her legs were trembling so bad she thought she was going to fall down.
END.
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....and i think most of us have played a similar scenario in our head many times...
i mean...uh...how crude?
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Date: 2005-10-05 01:29 pm (UTC)Right. How could I be so crude when it comes to Conan? :p
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Date: 2005-10-05 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 03:26 pm (UTC)~Shana
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Date: 2005-10-05 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-05 06:36 pm (UTC)You made me hurry and post the last one, so now I have none that are done ahead.
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Date: 2005-10-05 07:52 pm (UTC)oh boy, what a journey. lol.
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Date: 2005-10-06 08:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 09:03 pm (UTC)You mean you don't watch Conan?!? But Conan is teh secks! :p