Forged - [Donald Na x female oc]

Chapter 6

She shrugged: "Is it working?" she seemed to break from the act a bit, as if genuinely asking, clearly amused.

"Check for yourself" he invited her.

Which no hesitation whatsoever, she took up his offer and in a matter of seconds, a sight not even Donald ever imagined was unraveling in his office.
A made out session erupted, and the intensity of it rapidly grew.

Ray's hands were smoothly rearranging Donald's carefully styled hair, while his were pulling her closer by her waist.

Due to the height difference, Donald soon thought about switching to a more comfortable position, but before he could initiate it, Ray pushed him gently, motioning to move closer to his desk, lips still locked together.

They blindly made their way over to the table, and once there, they took their assigned positions: her sat on the table and him in front of her, still standing. The made out session continued, hot and steamy.

Ray's fingertips slowly found their way from his hair to his neck and his clavicular bones, making sure to spoil them with suave touches.

His hands weren't very curious it seemed, as he resumed to only pulling her as close as physically possible by her lower back and occasionally her waist.

He did place one of his hands closer to her face, tracing a soft line as he got a strand of hair out of his way, then moved to her throat and cleared the area over there.

As he started kissing her neck, she seized the opportunity to brutally force him to turn around, his back facing her, using his shoulders and hips as turning levers.

Then quick as a flash, Donald felt something sharp on the side of his neck.

The silence that followed contrasted the previous scene massively, and if it weren't for the heavy breathing, they might have believed time had stopped.

Donald felt his pulse where the pointy object was pressed on his skin, meaning she was pushing directly on his jugular vein. And as his pulse was already elevated, it seemed like she was really rubbing it in his face that he was tricked.

At closer inspection, she was holding the same pen she took out earlier. Donald's initially shocked face soon turned to a mad grin at the realisation.
Ray, on the other hand, seemed a bit unsatisfied with the accuracy.

"You really know how to have fun." he said, calmly.

He slowly lifted his arm, and then grabbed her hand. Ray didn't oppose it, as she knew she didn't have anything more to prove, as she wasn't going to actually kill him, obviously.

He used the hand he seized to throw her over him, landing her flat on the ground in front of him. She didn't react much, just flinched a bit from the clearly unpleasant contact with the floor.

"Ready to sign?" he motioned to her hand, still holding the fountain pen.

"Huh? You didn't win" she argued, wondering how it was believed otherwise.

Donald lifted his hands up in a gesture of asking "wdym".

"You're on the floor."

"You could have been dead?" she frowned in faked confusion.

"Right, right." He gave up the argument and gave her a hand.

He lifted her up, but used one tiny bit too much force, getting her pretty close to him. He didn't move, but she did, without making it obvious she noticed his trick.

His sharp eyes watched as she nonchalantly cleaned dust off her clothes, as if she didn't just fake a whole romantic scenario solely to win a fight.

He didn't mind it too much, as he knew it wasn't real from the beginning, though what bothered him was the way she turned the situation in her favour, starting with choosing and placing the pen exactly where she would need it later.

She wasn't here to play, she knew when she was at a disadvantage and also knew how to maximise her chances, dirty tactics or not.
She might turn out, no, she was, a way greater challenge than Donald initially thought. And this realisation only made him more eager to engage.

Without saying another word, she handed him the pen. A prideful way to say that she was the winner today.
He took it, silent as well.

As she almost walked out the door, she turned around. He hadn't moved, still watching her leave.

"You know... if the Union pays that good.. how come you don't do yourself a favour and get some clothes that actually look nice?"

He blinked somewhat slowly, as if double checking that he heard her correctly.

"The flashy logos are really tacky." was what followed.

She then gave a quick, honest appearing smile, clearly to piss him off, turned around, threw a "later" in the air and left.

He stared a bit longer at the empty space where she had been, blinking again.

"-what."

[A/N: The following chapters will probably take a while, so don't expect anything soon.
I am in the middle of exams, but i'll be honest and say i'd rather write than learn, so who knows, maybe i'll still post :))
I know it's contradictory but it's just pretty uncertain :))

Also

Damn, horny teens ]