Unprofessional Behavior: Pillowtalk

Unprofessional Behavior

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Victoria swept into the house like a dark cloud carried by a strong wind. She found Jeremy lounging on the couch in the living room, reading a paperback. He looked away from it long enough to acknowledge her, and she held the object of her ire aloft: a wedge of fabric-covered foam.

“Did you buy me a fuckpillow?” she demanded.

“No,” he said immediately, neither offended nor amused.

“Really,” she said, indignant enough for the both of them. “Because this looks like a fuckpillow.”

“Well it’s not.” He looked back at his book as if this ended the discussion.

“What the fuck is it, then?” she asked, lowering her arm and tossing it onto the couch near his feet.

“It’s an acid reflux pillow,” he said, not looking up from his book, and Victoria was physically taken aback, her posture tilting.

“A what?” she asked.

“An acid reflux pillow,” he repeated. He reached down and picked the pillow up to set it awkwardly under his head. “It’s supposed to put you at an angle while you sleep so it’s harder for things to come back up.”

“Ew.”

“It’s also supposed to help with snoring,” he said, setting his book down with its pages open on his chest.

“I do not snore,” she said, hackles rising again.

“I never said you did.”

“And I don’t get acid reflux, either,” she added.

“I figured,” he said, which she was sure was offensive in some way that she could not at this moment pinpoint. “But it’s good to have confirmation.”

“Then why did you have it sent to me?” she asked.

“So it’d be easier to keep a good angle when we fuck,” he said, matter-of-fact.

Automatically she held her hands up as if to wring his neck, fingers all curled into angry claws, before catching herself and dropping them into fists. Her face was turning red. “It’s a fuckpillow,” she said, gesturing to it.

“No it isn’t.”

His air of tranquility was somehow more infuriating than if he were being deliberately smug.

“You just said,” she pointed out, “that it is a pillow that you purchased to fuck on.”

“Yeah,” he said, “but it’s not a fuckpillow. Pillows explicitly for fucking cost two to three times as much. This is a medical bed wedge, it’s cheaper.”

“That is a meaningless distinction,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s extremely meaningful if you don’t want to get gouged by unethical fuckpillow salesmen.”

“Don’t account at me,” she snapped.

“Accounting is not a thing that can be done at a person.”

“Oh, it very much is.”

He considered this. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably fair. I’ve accounted at quite a few people, come to think of it.”

“No shit. Don’t just buy fuckpillows for people.”

“It was on sale,” he shrugged.

“Oh my god.”

“And I had reward points.”

“For fuck’s sake.”

“Yes. It is for the sake of fuck that I could not pass up on this limited time offer on already reasonably-priced medical bed wedges.”

“There has literally never been a less-sexy series of words than the ones that just came out of your mouth. I’ll—it’s going to be months before I can remember what being aroused feels like.”

“… really?”

She regretted her choice of words immediately. He reached down, and very pointedly unzipped his pants. Victoria felt her face start to turn hot.

Immediately, Jeremy started to laugh. “Fuck you,” she spat, and he laughed harder. He rolled sideways, and his book fell to the floor—she found some small satisfaction in the fact that he’d lost his place without a bookmark.

“You’re so fucking easy,” he said, wiping one of his eyes as he sat upright. She huffed, and moved just closer enough to grab a decorative pillow off a nearby chair and throw it at him. He didn’t acknowledge it bouncing off his shoulder. “I’m sorry, that was mean,” he said, not at all remorseful as he zipped himself back up. “Want to take it for a spin?” he asked.

“No!” She crossed her arms. “I do not need a special pillow to fuck.”

“It’s not—this isn’t a criticism of your ability to take a dick,” he said, holding up the wedge. “It’s a comfort thing. You’re fun-sized.”

“I am not—”

“There’s a height difference,” he amended. “This helps.”

She was not mollified.

“What?” he asked. “Is it—do you draw the line at sex-related housewares? Too much like buying you furniture?”

“It’s not—I mean, it’s obviously not furniture,” she said. “Just—I would have thought, if you were going to buy me some special sex thing, it wouldn’t be so…” She trailed off, making a vague hand gesture signifying nothing.

“… a special sex thing.”

“I don’t know,” she said, waving him off. “It’s fine.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Did you… want it to be furniture?” he asked.

No.”

“Like some kind of rack, or…?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, you did.”

“No, I didn’t,” she sighed. “It was a very practical purchase, it just surprised me, that’s all.”

“You didn’t want practical,” he accused. “You wanted artisanally hand-dyed rope or something.”

“You don’t even do rope stuff.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, taking his turn as the affronted party.

“It means you don’t do rope stuff.”

“I could do rope stuff,” he said, defensively. “You never asked.”

“Fancy, elaborate bondage isn’t really your thing,” she said. “That’s all I meant, it wasn’t a criticism. You’re into improvised tools and… practical wedge pillows.”

Hey.” He frowned, hugging the wedge to his chest. “That’s—okay, I’m getting on Etsy.” He threw the pillow aside and snatched his phone off the end table.

“What?” she asked, flabbergasted.

“Just for that, I’m buying a bunch of weird shit.”

“I just said it wasn’t a criticism.”

“You want to get weird, let’s get weird,” he continued, as if she hadn’t spoken. “Practical wedge pillows,” he muttered. “I’m getting you a—a matching set of cuffs.”

“Jeremy.”

“This full set, here, with the collar and the little—oh my god there’s a version with cat ears, I’m getting you that one.”

“I’m not—what?” She circled around the couch so that she could get behind him and see his screen. “I’m… I’m not wearing those,” she said, starting to flush.

“You bet your sweet ass you are,” he said, sounding supremely satisfied. “Look at all these fucking ribbons and shit, this is going to be so fucking cute.”

“N—no.” She pressed the backs of her fingers to one of her cheeks to check how hot it was.

The answer was ‘very’.

“And fucking you while you’re handcuffed is going to be a lot easier, what with the fuckpillow.”

“You don’t have to buy me things,” she half-mumbled. He snorted.

“Yeah, because you’re the only one that’s going to enjoy this. Get over here.” He patted the couch next to him, still going through the checkout process.

“N—why?”

“Because I’m going to eat you out,” he said, matter-of-fact again.

“Oh.” She started to move.

“I’m going to beat your ass first, though,” he added, and she froze. “You made me lose my place,” he reminded her, nodding towards his book.

“That is not my fault,” she said.

“Every second you spend not shutting the fuck up and getting over here is another second I’m going to spend spanking you, just so you know.”

She opened her mouth, shut it again, then dropped onto the couch in sullen silence beside him. She touched her necklace, and contemplated cute collars with ribbons.

“There’s my good girl,” he said, stroking her hair, and she let a frisson of pleasure pass through her. She turned to kiss him abruptly, pressing her mouth to his and sidling clumsily into his lap. He froze, then melted underneath her, touching his forehead to hers.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, smiling. “This works, too.”

Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Twenty-Two

“Victoria, tell your boyfriend to put a shirt on.” “I have a name,” Jeremy said indignantly from where he was lying on the ground, hair perilously close to the bonfire, feet on the perfectly good folding chair he wasn’t using. “She’s cooler than you,” Courtney said, kicking dirt at him that didn’t quite reach. “You’re…

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Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Twenty-One

Jeremy wasn’t in bed when Victoria woke up. Every part of her ached, and every movement hurt muscles she didn’t even think were involved. It was the click of her front door that woke her, and she couldn’t tell if he was coming or going until he peered into the bedroom. He was wearing a…

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Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Twenty

Jeremy was busy with meetings all day, making him easy to avoid. She left early to get home before he would, but that turned out to not be necessary. He was late, and the anticipation of waiting tied her stomach into knots. She tried sitting on the couch. She tried sitting on the stairs outside….

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Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Nineteen

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here, Miss Garcia,” Jeremy teased. His tone made it clear he was making the obvious assumption about why she’d corner him alone in the men’s room. She didn’t mean to be nervous, but there must have been something in her expression to make his eyes go wide…

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Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Eighteen

Victoria was curled up on Jeremy’s couch, wrapped in a throw blanket with her laptop on her knees. She was catching up on email, only dimly aware of the game Jeremy was playing. It seemed to involve a lot of horseback riding through the desert. “I should probably mention,” he said, apropos of nothing, “I’m…

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Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Seventeen

Victoria wasn’t trying to be clingy, but it seemed to be happening regardless. Being in a church surrounded by strangers turned out to be extraordinarily uncomfortable, and she was dealing with it by staying as close to Jeremy as she could. It didn’t help, either, that he was in the process of trying to break…

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Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Sixteen

Victoria: Want to meet me in the storage room in twenty minutes or so? Jeremy: We probably shouldn’t Victoria: Why? Jeremy: I think they’re onto us Victoria: What? Victoria: Fuck. Victoria: The nerd guys. Jeremy: Will and Darren Victoria: You knew who I meant. ◦◦◦ Jeremy: I told them not to mention it Victoria: That…

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Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Fifteen

Jeremy tapped his controller thoughtfully against his knee. Outside, rain continued to pour. “I could just not play,” Darren suggested. “Just be on a team with me,” Will countered. “I’m not making Jay play with a bot.” “The bots aren’t that bad.” “What, you think I’m worse than a bot?” “I didn’t say that.” “I…

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Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Fourteen

Jeremy: Coming over tonight? Victoria: Can’t. Jeremy: K ◦◦◦ Victoria: Apartment hunting. Jeremy: ?? Victoria: My building got condemned. Jeremy: ????? Victoria: Yeah. Victoria: The plumbing was always pretty fucked up but now no one’s getting water. Victoria: Nothing is working. Victoria: Instead of fixing it I guess they’re just going to… not? Jeremy: Are…

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