The Tao of Hugo

The Tao Of Hugo

Posted: January 2003
Type: RPHet
Author: Heaven Gordon-Johnson
Characters: Hugo Weaving/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fake. Don't you believe it.
Summary/Notes: Hugo the Corrupter… enough said? ;-)

*****

"Scarlett?"

Turning from the box of books I'm scanning into inventory, I grin as my friend and sole employee, Emily Tate, pokes her head around the door into the office.

"What's up, Em?"

"Do you mind if I take off early tonight?" She brushes a hand through her short, platinum blonde hair. "We've had hardly a soul in here all day and Michael is waiting for me at The Pub."

Looking at the four additional boxes of books and magazines waiting to be checked in, I know I shouldn't let her go. I also know that I'd only be making her stay tonight to punish her for my lack of a social life.

"Yeah, go on and have some fun." I wave a hand at her as I return to my scanning. "Just make sure you're here bright and early Monday to help me with the Christmas decorating."

"I will, Scarlett. See you Monday." Emily blows me a kiss before shutting the office door behind her, leaving me to another long night of work.

I could just leave this stuff sitting until tomorrow or Sunday.

I could get my keys, my purse and head off to The Pub, say hi to Michael and dance with any stranger that asks me as I sit at the bar and nurse my one bottle of beer.

But that would be too much fun.

Too much unpredictability for Scarlett Grant, who has been on her own, been a `responsible adult' since she was fourteen.

Too much like risk-taking when all Scarlett Grant ever wanted was stability.

Fuck stability… now that I'm twenty-eight, I want to have some fun.

"Scarlett? Ms. Grant?"

Jesus Christ! I also wanna live to see twenty-nine!

Whirling around to face whoever the hell has barged into my office, I lose my breath when I see that it is HIM.

My best customer.

Mr. `Please Call Me' Hugo Weaving.

The handsome gentlemen who makes me weak in the knees every time I lay eyes on him, every time I hear his deep, Australian accent.

The gorgeous gentlemen that makes me feel as if I'm the most important person in his world whenever he looks at me with those sparkling blue eyes.

The nice gentlemen who always orders the oddest, most hard-to-find books that cost more than my life. Books that always cover my monthly overhead and have kept me from going under on more than one occasion.

Which is why I haven't thrown anything at him for scaring the living shit out of me.

"Mr. Weaving!" I greet him as happily as I can, even though my heart is still pounding in my chest, my mind still darkened by my thoughts. "How are you this evening?"

"Quite lovely, my dear, though I'm in a bit of a jam." He smiles at me shyly and it's all I can do not to melt into my socks. "I'm on my way to a Christmas party and I seem to have forgotten something."

Ah… that would explain the tuxedo.

"What would that be, Mr. Weaving?"

"Hugo."

Oh yeah…

"What would that be, Hugo?"

Leaning back against the doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest, Hugo regards me with silent interest. So much so, that I begin to squirm under his intent gaze.

"You, Ms. Grant. I seem to have forgotten you."

Me?

"Me!?"

"Yes, my dear. You. I know that this is awfully short notice. I also suspect that you'd like to go home and change, even though you look absolutely delectable the way you are. But yes Scarlett, would you please be so kind as to make me the luckiest man alive and accompany me to this party?"

Wasn't I just saying something about wanting to have fun?

And if the man standing before me doesn't look like fun, I don't know what fun is.

So why the hell am I refusing his invitation?!

Oh yes. Ms. Responsibility.

"Look, Mr. Weaving." I ignore the frown that crosses his face as I move to stand by him in the door way. "Don't think I'm not flattered. But it is very short notice and I have a lot of work to do to prepare for the holiday rush."

"Hmm." He's looking down at me, his neck almost completely bent as his large frame towers over me, and I'm surprised to see the warm smile return. "Well I can't say that I'm not sorely disappointed and hurt. But perhaps we can get together after the holidays?"

I nod my acquiescence, figuring that would give me enough time to work up the courage to either deny him again or agree to see him.

"Hmm, good. Now you owe me a kiss Scarlett and then I shall take my leave."

"Excuse me?"

He glances above us and my eyes follow his… straight to the mistletoe hanging over us.

"Oh."

Before I can do or say anything else, he has me pressed up against the doorjamb, his lips gently massaging mine, a low growl coming from somewhere deep inside him, making me whimper in response.

"Tell me to stop, dear Scarlett." He begs me between soft kisses, his strong hands buried in my hair betraying his request.

He doesn't want me to stop him.

I don't want me to stop him.

I open my mouth under his ministrations, meeting his tongue with mine as he licks my bottom lip tentatively.

"Please let me make love to you, Scarlett? Pleasepleaseplease?"

Fuck being responsible.

Fuck being predictable.

"God yes, Hugo!"

My plaintive cry for him seems to flip a switch in him and before I know it, he's hooked a strong arm under my buttocks, lifting me up so that I risk falling if I don't wrap my legs around his waist. Which I do, a thrill of pleasure coursing through me at his whispered curse against my neck.

Another thrill of pleasure making me wet as I feel his hardness pressing against my backside.

He groans again as he turns us into the office, holding me tightly against him as he kicks the door shut.

"So beautiful, Scarlett." He mumbles between kisses and licks as he walks us across the room. "So damn sexy."

I gasp as he plants me on my desk roughly, sending a shockwave of pain coursing through my spine, which I quickly forget when he slides a knee between both of mine, urging them apart. His lust-filled eyes delve into mine as his hands ease my skirt up, his fingers caressing every inch of my flesh as it is revealed to him.

"I've been watching you, Scarlett."

He has?

I should be scared.

Of his words.

Of him.

Of his fingers sliding along my inner thighs, higher and higher and yet, not high enough.

"You have?"

He nods in answer just as he shoves the fabric of my panties aside and sinks two fingers inside me, making me cry out and hold onto the edge of my desk as if my life depended on the grip.

I would think he was avoiding my question if I could think at all.

"Yes. You intrigue me, you see."

Well, I didn't see it five minutes ago.

But now that he's scissoring his fingers inside me, stretching me, flicking my clit with his thumb, it's pretty damn clear. And if that didn't spell it out for me, then his other hand rubbing his cock through his pants does.

"Why?"

"Why what dear?"

"Why… do I… intrigue… you?"

His hand is shaking as he struggles to undo his belt and I reach up to help him, only succeeding in driving his fingers deeper inside me and the breath from my body.

"Lay back, my Scarlett lover. I can handle this myself."

He arches an eyebrow at me, knowing full well the double entendre his words hold.

"Fuck that, Hugo. Take care of me. Fuck me!"

Yanking his hand from me roughly, Hugo pushes me back onto my desk as he finally gets his belt undone.

Unbuttoning and unzipping the trousers, he shoves them down his hips and I gasp when I see him for the first time, long and thick and ready to be buried deep inside me.

"Since you asked so nicely," he says as he moves between my legs, his hand reaching up and ripping my panties from me with a sharp tug. He regards the black, lace material for a second before tossing it over his shoulder. "A fucking thong, Scarlett. And I thought you so prim and proper."

I scream as he says the last, scream as he buries himself inside me in one long, hard thrust.

Scream as he bites at my nipples through the material of my blouse, my bra.

Scream as he whispers my name repeatedly in time with his strokes inside me.

Scarlett.

"Scarlett?"

Oh fucking hell… Emily!

"Hugo. God Hugo, please you have to stop!"

But Hugo doesn't stop. He only rams himself harder and quicker inside me as Emily's voice and footsteps get closer and closer to the office door.

And I don't stop either and can only close my eyes and slam my hips up to meet his as I hear the click of the doorknob, hear the whisper of the wood against the carpet as the door slides open just as my orgasm tears through me.

Just as Hugo shoots himself inside me with a harsh sob and collapses atop me, pinning me to the desk.

"Scarlett?"

Emily sounds strangely chipper and I have to open my eyes to see if I'm not imagining it.

I'm not.

Damn me to hell, the girl is grinning from ear-to-ear.

"I forgot to tell you that Mr. Weaving was still here but I, uh, I guess you know that already. I'll leave you two alone."

"Emily wait!"

I shove Hugo off me, ignoring the hurt look in his eyes, and after sliding my skirt down to cover my nakedness I run out of the office after Emily.

I catch up to her just as she reaches the front door, grabbing hold of her shoulder and turning her to face me.

Seeing the mirthful grin on her face, I realize something.

"You set me up."

She gives me her best Bambi look.

"Now why would I do something like that?" She glances over my shoulder toward my office, and then she lowers her voice. "Other than the fact that you look happier than I've ever seen you?"

"Emily." I do my best to sound threatening but, even to me, I sound more tired than anything. Straightening my blouse, my blouse with the twin wet spots over my breasts, I give Em a lopsided grin. "I could kill you, you know?"

"I know. But you won't. You might give me a raise but you won't kill me."

"Bitch."

"Proud of it."

Emily smiles at me, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"It looks great mussed-up like that, Scarlett. You oughta let him do that more often."

I squeeze her hand as she gives me a peck on the cheek and then opens the door to leave.

"Call me in the morning Scarlett. I'm sure Hugo won't mind if you use his telephone."

With a wink, she's gone and I'm left standing in the middle of the store, with a hot, sexy, fucking incredible Australian hiding out in my office along with four boxes of unchecked inventory.

What to do? What to do?

*****

"Tell me again why I'm helping you do inventory while I'm hard enough to drive nails with my cock?"

Oh but she does blush a lovely shade of red and I can't help but chuckle at the evil look she casts me over her shoulder.

"Because if we get the inventory done tonight then…"

Her voice trails off into some unintelligible mumble and she won't meet my gaze.

"I'm sorry? I couldn't quite hear the last, my dear."

She stops digging through the box in front of her but doesn't turn around.

"I said that if we get the inventory done tonight then you'll have all weekend to drive something other than nails with your… cock."

She nearly chokes on the word cock and it's all I can do not to grab hold of her and show her how to work her mouth around it.

As I said…

Intriguing.

But not half as intriguing as the book I just pulled out of my box.

"The Bedside Kama Sutra: 23 Positions for Pleasure and Passion by Linda Sonntag?"

Hmm…

"Give it here, Hugo."

Her green eyes sparkle as she turns to me, holding her hand out for the book. She's blushing again and I can't help but tease her.

"Wait. Was this special order or do you keep this in-stock?"

Now she's scowling as she takes a threatening step toward me, hand still out-stretched.

"Special order. Now give it."

"Whatever they paid for it, I'll give you double."

"Why would you want it? I figured you'd know it all already."

Would she now?

I'm flattered.

"Oh Scarlett. I wouldn't be buying it for me. It would be a gift for a friend."

"I'd like to meet the kind of friend you'd give that to."

"You already have."

I move to stand in front of her and then continue walking until she backs into the desk. Handing her the book, I immediately encircle her small waist with my hands, lifting her and placing her on the desk.

"You might want to read up on that. So you know what to expect when I get you in my bed tonight."

I can't help but laugh as her eyes widen in shock at my words. She opens her mouth to speak but I quickly cover her soft lips with mine, diving my tongue into her mouth to taste her. Hmm… I love that little whimpering sound she makes when I touch that one spot at the small of her back.

"Hugo!"

Yes, right there.

We kiss each other for a long minute or twenty, making love with our lips and tongues, until finally Scarlett pulls away, her hand on my chest.

"I don't like being tricked, Hugo."

"Tricked?"

Innocent. Just act innocent.

"So what all has Emily told you about me?"

*****

THE END

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