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What happened in London, the true city of Love.	By : Kitty_Hawk Category: S through Z > Ugly Betty Views: 3015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-What happened in London, the true city of Love.
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Betty Suarez sat at the desk of her London office, doing the last run through of the monthly issue. The magazine’s theme for the month was 50^th people who had changed the world for the better in the last year. She couldn’t help but smile that she was not only editor, but she was running a magazine that expressed all things she was passionate about. Man, it still felt weird to smile without feeling the metallic rub of braces in her mouth. She looked over her desk with its random plush toys she had had when she was at Mode as Daniel’s assistant towards the window. She had been working so long that she had lost track of time and sun had already set, leaving her view of the Thames from her office in the financial district trimmed with sparkling white lights from the lampposts. London may not have the skyscrapers that New York did, but the view of London at night was no less spectacular. She missed her family, but since Hilda’s wedding, the family seemed to be doing just fine, even if it was without her. What helped the homesickness the most was when she got to see Daniel, ever since she had ran into him in Trafalgar Square months after she had first arrived to London, they tried to do dinner or just hang out whenever they was free. He sent her flowers on weeks where she was so busy she rarely went home, just to brighten her day the note that went with it usually said. If anyone had told her that her best friend 5 years would be her playboy always in a heap of trouble boss, that she had to get him out of, she would have thought them crazy. She stood up and walked to the window, cell in hand, thinking about calling him to see if he was up for a late bite to eat.
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She stood by the window, looking out towards London. While she took in a view of the city, I took in a view of her. Her raven black hair cascades down her back, one foot curled around the ankle of the foot she stood on as she waited for me to pick up the phone. Luck for me, it’s on silent. I just wanted a moment to take her in; I don’t know how I would have survived without this cute little girl from queens in my life. She had dug me out of more predicaments that one cares to recall, and didn’t exactly let me live it down. She called me out whenever I was an idiot or an ass. Many would say that is not a very good trait to have in an assistant, but this is one of many reasons why I am completely and utterly in love with her. I was heartbroken when she left New York; I almost burned my office down by accident because of it. I came to London like a moth to a flame, a flame that never burns out and brings warmth to the soul. It took me about a week to try to “accidently” run into her once I was in London. Now here I am, trying to summon the courage to do what I had yet been able to accomplish, say three completely simple words that completely failed to get passed my tongue. Well… maybe my tongue was failing in the words department, but being formerly the very promiscuous sort; my tongue won’t fail me in other ways. I slowed walked up to Betty; slide my right arm around her, using my left hand to gently take hold of her chin to bring her face flush with mine. Her eyes were wide with surprise at first, then she flashed me her classic huge smile. I have to say I sort of miss her braces.
“Ahh, Daniel there you are, you nearly scared me good there. I was just trying to call you…”
Maybe it’s mean to cut a girl off mid-sentence, but my lips had been dying to meet hers.
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Daniel really knew how to make me a loss for words. His lips pressed into mine, tentatively at first, as if savoring the taste he never before had known. My lips were quick to respond, the tip of my tongue gliding over his lower lip experimentally. As if not to be undone, his tongue started to tease my mouth, the tip of my tongue and its center, sending a shiver down my spine. He drew me in closer with the arm wrapped around me, slowly trailing his fingertips up and down along my spine. While still teasing my mouth with his talented tongue, with his other hand, he slide it up along my hip slowly in a fluid motion up along my stomach until he cupped my right breast. Though still wearing a bra and cotton blouse, he started to rub the nipple through the cloth, causing it to harden and join the chorus of sensations everywhere Daniel touched. Oh, my I felt like I was being brought to arousal from everywhere at once. Was he part octopus? All I knew was for this much feeling, there was way too many articles of clothing on. My fingers went to work on the buttons on his shirt, as though if I didn’t get that shirt off someone might experience 3^rd degree burns.
Daniel chuckled and said, “Easy on the Armani, Betty.”
Feeling impish, I slide my finger in between the buttons near the collar and jerked hard. Buttons flew all over my office floor. “Just cause I worked at a fashion magazine, doesn’t mean I am a slave to it.” His chest now exposed, I slide my hands up along it, making it his turn to shiver. Daniel lost in the sensation of my touch for a second, gained a devious smile and looked directly into my eyes with his blue soul gazers.
“Well, dear I knew you were not a slave to fashion when we met with you wearing that awful poncho into a fashion magazine. You still aren’t since you are wearing a knock-off blouse.” And with that, he gave my shirt the same treatment I had given his, adding more buttons to the floor. His eyes grew to a dark blue, desire growing in them. Daniel scooped me up, bridal style and sat me on the edge of my desk. Not really sure how, but my bra was off and well away on the floor. Ex-play boys are good for that.
“Betty, I have been wanting to tell you how I feel, but could never get the words to come. So if you will let me, I will show you instead.” Daniel said in more a rough growl than his usual smooth voice.
“Daniel, you don’t have to show me anything. I already know, and … “
Daniel’s eyes widen his hands still on both sides of me on the desk, in a sort of shock.
I took in a deep breath, and said what I had wanted to say to my best friend in the world since he found me in England. At first, the feelings shocked me, for a man who was once a rake. A man who became my protective boss, and then a friend who would punch men in the face to defend my honor. A feeling that I thought I had had for Henry many year ago, but this was much more. This was the feelings one had for a mate for life.
“Daniel, I love you too.”
Joy suddenly exploded all over Daniel’s face. He kissed me quickly on the mouth and said “Yes, yes I love you.”
He kissed my cheek.
“I love you”
He kissed me on the sweet spot of my neck.
“I love you.”
He looked up into my eyes.
“It is because I love you, that I must show you in one of the best ways I know.”
With that, his mouth was on mine, tantalizing my tongue. His lips started to drift downward, along my jaw line and holding at my neck for a few brief seconds to draw out the feeling. I felt like where his lips caressed my flesh, a trail of fire was left in its wake. His slow kisses trailed to my breast, and he began to suck on the nipple and roll his tongue around it. I couldn’t think. I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair, gaining purchase to hold as if to say, “Please, for the love of everything don’t stop!”
He must have taken the hint, the rotated between suckling and licking at a faster tempo and then he added to my already overstimulated sensations. My core was throbbing with need already. While sucking on my breast, he slides his hand up hem of my short business skirt. With his other arm, he drew me closer to the edge of the desk. The hand under my skirt quickly found my panties, and gently pushed it aside, allowing his fingers access to my sex. He began to stroke my already moistened core. I let out a moan that I could barely contain, arching my back on reflex. He took to two actions between my sex and my breast and aroused them in rhythm. I could feel the pressure building up within me; the teasing was starting to become torture, waiting for a release. When I felt like I might just split into pieces, he ran a finger up within me. I cried out in ecstasy. He slid the finger out, and then thrust two fingers within me.
“Daniel, please …”
Daniel released my breast from his mouth, kissing my breast with a peck before looking up into my eyes, all the while, still teasing my core with his fingers.
“Yes, Betty? What is it that you need?”
“Daniel, your fingers are no substitute.”
“Indeed, they are not. But, oh my dear I am not done with you yet.”
With that, he kissed me softly on the lips. He dropped his head, spread my legs wider, and went to work on my sex with his tongue of many talents. His tongue darting in and out, that was what finally allowed to ever growing pressure within me in explode, as I reached orgasm. I rode the wave of euphoria, like a surfer riding the wave of his life. I lay back on my desk. Daniel now leaned over me kissing my stomach and back up to my face. As he leaned in, I could feel his pent-up erection against my core. Though I had just had the most amazing orgasm of my life, I really wanted to know, if his fingers and tongue could do that to me, then what about his penis? His erection definitely was standing up, ready to take action to answer that question.
“Daniel, you definitely know how to show a girl you care.”
“Ehh, every man has got his talents.” He said with a wink. With that, he stood up, about to move away. I quickly snatched his hand making him turn around.
“Oh no you don’t, now it’s my turn to show how much I care.”
I then leaned forward, unzipped the pants he had never removed, and yanked them down along with boxers. Ahh from the sight, it looked like tonight was my lucky night.
To be continued…..
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What happened in London, the true city of Love.