king of me always [gianna]

august 2001

This was, without a doubt, one of her better surprises. Honey Bea Flume had ducked out early from Honeydukes, a very rare occurrence for her, and popped down to London, an unseasonably thick trench coat pulled tight around her. She wasn’t wearing the coat to keep warm; if anything, she was too warm, and she was very much looking forward to removing it. She would have to wait though, considering she was wearing the coat over the skimpiest excuse for lingerie that she had been able to find.

She was fairly familiar with Will’s schedule. It was easy to remember, considering he was almost always at work, and today was no different. She had sneaked a peek at his planner the other day on her last visit, and was almost completely sure he had a free evening in which he would undoubtedly be squirreled away in his office. It was just after seven and the rest of the employees at the publishing house were seemingly very prompt in clocking out for the day so her timing ought to be perfect.

The cold air whooshed and hit her in all the right places as she apparated neatly into an alley not too far from Bedford Square. The redheaded woman took a minute to pause at look at her reflection as she passed a window, smoothing down a couple fly aways and pinching her cheeks to get that perfect flush. She pulled her coat tighter around her as she walked the block to his building, letting herself through the front door without hesitation or any passing thought for common decency. She had been correct in assuming that the office would be deserted. She didn’t hear a thing coming from any of the rooms she passed as she made her way down the hall to Will’s office, a room she was intimately familiar with.

The large, swively chair was turned away from her and Honey was unable to see over the top, but that was probably all the better for her surprise. She quickly and quietly undid the belt of her coat, letting it fall open as she shrugged it off her shoulders, reaching up the doorframe with one arm as she leaned against it. “Special delivery,” she said as breathily as possible, almost cracking herself up with how gimmicky she was sounding but managing to keep her composure to really make the surprise count.

@Gianna Regan

"So as I was saying, Sadie, there simply isn't any helping it," Gianna sighed, tapping her slender fingers on the surface of her desk as she reached over to pluck a chocolate from the box that was offered to her, "I really wonder how people can be so truly unaware sometimes, you know?" She share a sympathetic look with her blonde co-worker, and they both agreed to meet up over to weekend to visit poor Doris. Gia never thought she'd take to her co-workers as much as she did, but she adored every single one of them.

After waving Sadie goodbye since she was leaving early to have a meal with her parents, the brunette stood from her desk and had a nice, long stretch. Her work wasn't too exhausting or difficult, but sometimes she missed being able to be on her feet. Her back and ankles that weren't sore all the time now disagreed, but it was nice to be able to move around.

Given that she was the only single person in the office (Technically? Kind of? She didn't want to think about it), she offered to stay a bit later to clean up some old documents in Will's private office. He was quite nice about it, and said that she shouldn't feel obligated to since he was going to be away at a short conference, but she was happy to be able to help out. It was a generally calming environment environment to work in, and she didn't have to worry about nasty comments or overly competitive people who'd assume that she was buttering up the boss.

It was kind of exciting, slipping from her desk in the common area and pass other rooms and into Will's office. It felt like she was a proper grown-up now, responsible enough to be put in charge of closing the place for the evening. She took her time taking in her boss's office, admiring personal touches of decoration and enjoying the swivel patent leather chair immensely.

Fifteen minutes later and she was deep into sorting. She sat on the large chair, its back towards the door, and was meticulously going through the bottom drawer of the cabinet when she heard something about a delivery. Humming a soft 'hmm?', Gia turned around and felt herself frozen to the seat as she came face-to-face with a woman with fiery auburn hair, all decked out in fancy lingerie that probably cost more than she spent on groceries for a month. She knew it was expensive because of how little fabric there was, it seemed to be some kind of unspoken rule in the fashion world.

"Oh my god," She squealed, her hands flying up to cover her eyes, "Oh my god. OH MY GOD!" It's not that the girl didn't have a nice body– she did, and it was in fact, very nice– but Gianna had a feeling, and she felt very good about this particular feeling, that it was probably meant for Will and not her to see. At that thought, the warmth on her cheek spread further down her neck. "Can I get you anything to drink? A coffee? You look cold," Gia peeked through the cracks between her fingers, her face still oddly flushed. "I'm sorry if I'm coming off as rude, but I have no idea why you're here, Miss...?"

Honey wasn’t one to really try to look sexy; was she trying to hard? Overdoing it? It was probably much too late to worry about that, especially as the chair started to swivel and she had to convince herself to not lose her composure or crack a smile or do anything to distract Will from this distraction. For a split second Honey hoped that Will had been playing around with polyjuice potion, but that hope soon faded into the reality that this was very much not Mr. Dasher.

“Oh my god,” Honey repeated after her, her face brightening to a shade of red that rivaled her hair. She ducked out of the doorway and back into the hall, hoping she had been correct in assuming that the place was deserted. Normally, she didn’t mind a bit of tasteful yet public nudity, but only when it was intentional. She reached out her foot to drag her coat back towards her, eager to get it back on as quickly as possible, more eager for the girl to stop saying ‘Oh my god’.

She wrapped herself up in her trench and belted it tightly, peeking back around the doorframe to make sure she was still breathing. Seeing Honey in all her glory was quite the shock, even if someone had been prepared for it, so she could only imagine what she was having to deal with. Honey’s face had returned to its usual color, her momentary embarrassment far behind her.

“Flume,” she started with a smirk, once more leaning against the doorframe, though in a decidedly less provocative stance this time, her arms folded across her chest. “Sorry, I--” she paused, not sure what she was. She wasn’t apologetic, really, more so concerned that this might somehow affect her business if this whole situation would cause Honeydukes to lose a customer in the end. “I’m just looking for Will. Er, Mr. Dasher. This is his office, after all, isn’t it?” She surely hoped it was, or else she probably had someone to apologize to for what had happened on their desk.

The flush wasn’t receding from the girl’s complexion, and Honey shifted to fish something out of her coat pocket. As she had hoped and assumed, she found two truffles in the first pocket she dipped into. She took a couple steps forward and dropped them onto the desktop, offering her a shrug and a little smile. “Those will help,” she reassured, knowing that even a plain chocolate truffle would be enough to distract her considering it was Honeydukes chocolate.

“You new?”