Let's Make Up

Ties

Early the next morning, Molly turned over to check the time on her phone. She never needed an alarm because she had an internal clock that always had her rise around the same time everyday. Even if she hadn't gotten a good sleep she was generally energetic first thing and didn't like to stay in bed all day. She turned over to the other side and saw John still asleep on the pillow next to hers. She reached over and gently brushed his hair from his face and thought how handsome and peaceful he looked. John stirred and rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning." He yawned, "I'm sorry I fell asleep here."

Molly smiled at his morning voice. "Don't say sorry to me, say sorry to your good clothes that got wrinkled."

He never did have the chance to change and had passed out while wearing his work clothes from the night before.

"Well, somehow I had the best sleep I've had in a while even though I had a button up and dress slacks on." He told her while sitting up slightly.

She looked at him and saw the bulge in his pants and told him she couldn't imagine how he had gotten comfortable, to which he just shrugged.

With another check of the time, Molly got out of bed and turned away from him to take off her t-shirt, revealing her slender frame.

He groaned at the sight of her, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take a shower. I still need time to do my hair, I hate waiting til the last minute to get ready." She told him.

After seeing her bare back, he felt his pants constrict.

"Hey Molly..." He called to her and she only peeked out, despite him having already seen her completely naked before.

"Did I warn you about the spiders that live in the shower? There's usually a big nest but you can't even see them until they're already on you. They're impossible to get rid of."

"What?!" Molly squeaked while immediately grabbing a towel to wrap herself in and make space between her and the shower. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

John shrugged again and patted the bed, while struggling to hide his amusement.

"Why don't you just come here? There are no spiders here."

Molly's mouth dropped open into a shocked smile as she realized he was playing with her.

"No spiders, huh?"

John nodded his head in agreement.

"And what about dirty old men? Any of those in that bed?" She asked.

"Just one." He told her. "A lot better than a spider though, and a lot less legs, that's for sure."

Molly smirked as she came closer to the bed.

"Another thing," He said while pointing at her, "That towel won't protect you from spiders, or a dirty old man. Best to just take it off."

She let it slip off of her body and fall to the ground, without a care, as she revealed her hardened n*****s, and joined John under the blanket.

"How did I get that to work?" He asked with an incredulous laugh.

Molly cuddled in close to him, her body up against his, and felt how stiff he was. She put her hand down and started rubbing him over his pants and he unbuttoned them quickly. She kissed him and started moving her hand up and down his length once he was free of his briefs. His breathing got heavier as she continued to work his shaft and kiss him while he groped at her breasts. Soon she could feel him writhing and twitching in her hand, letting her know that he was going to c*m. He moaned into her mouth and thrusted his hips while she still pumped her hand up and down and she felt the tepid liquid from him finishing, drip down her fingers.

He started to kiss down her chest when she sat up and kissed him sweetly.

"I still need to get ready." She told him.

"No, I feel so bad, I don't want to be the only one who-" John began to say.

"Well, now we're even." She cut him off as she went over to the bathroom. "You might want to get up and get yourself ready as well."

John groaned again. "I don't think I'll ever be able to get out of this bed, especially not with the view I have right now."

Molly bit her lip, closed the door behind her and started her shower.

John closed his eyes from feeling overly comfortable and tried not to fall back asleep, but did anyway.

"Johnny!"

He startled awake.

"s**t, I dozed off. What time is it?"

Molly shook her head at him. "It's already 7:00."

"Ugh. Okay, I'll be right back."

John jumped out of bed and went up the stairs with surprising speed. She heard the water running and not too long after he was heading down again while buttoning his shirt.

"No tie today?" Molly teased.

"I can tie it at the office." He said, holding up his hand to show he was carrying the limp untied fabric.

Molly stopped him at the base of the stairs and took the tie from him. She put it over his head, getting close to him again. Resting it on his neck with the thicker end crossed on top, she then folded it under and pulled it tight to one side. She repeated it on the other side, then tucked in the end and tightened it to the collar of his shirt while looking up at him.

"There. A double windsor, a real gentleman's tie."

John slid his arm around her waist in one swift motion and kissed her quickly.

"That had no reason being so hot, you keep surprising me. Now let's go."

After they picked up breakfast and got to work, only a few minutes later than usual, Fred greeted them and they made their way to get settled in their office.

"You know, that's going to f**k me up for the rest of the day." John said abruptly.

"What is?" Molly asked.

John groaned the way he did when he was turned on and leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling tiles.

"The way you fixed my tie. You tied it on me so perfectly, so naturally, and gave me such a sexy look after. Man, that was hot."

Molly smiled at him.

"I thought I already took care of you this morning."

He groaned again and rubbed his face.

"Yeah that was hot too." He turned his head to look at her while still leaned back in his chair. "How do you know how to knot a man's tie on their body anyway?"

"I guess I always had an interest in fashion and the beauty industry. My dad would bring me along when shopping for his work wear and I'd watch the staff help him select and tie different options on him. Sometimes in the morning he'd need a tie made and I'd be the only one who remembered seeing it done. I've known how to tie them since I was a kid."

Molly explained,

"It's made me really dislike single looped ties, they just look kind of sloppy to me."

He gave a slightly ashamed chuckle. "That's all I know how to do, but maybe I can get you to tie all of them for me now."

"And risk getting you all worked up just before leaving? I'm not a sadist." She laughed.

He smiled back at her but didn't miss a beat.

"If you were, then I hope you know that I'd be a willing masochist."

"Simmer down, Johnny. Eat your breakfast and try not to think of anything other than work." Molly smirked, "Besides, I think I'm more of a masochist than you are. You're not the one who's willingly covered in tattoos."

John only groaned once more and turned on his computer.

Molly had a scheduled session with a man who said he didn't want to sit with his current desk mate because this person would talk so much and ask him about what he was writing, and would end up 'stealing' his stories. She discovered that there was a bonus incentive for some of the writers at the office to also submit and publish freelance articles. This particular employee had complained about it before because he would end up giving so much away that the man sitting across from him would write it up quicker, send it in, and get the credit for it. Molly went through all the professional advice of telling the man to try avoiding the other writer and keeping his ideas to himself. He said that the coworker in question had gone so far as to lift articles right off his computer while he was out for break or lunch. That was a bigger issue than putting a name on an article that he didn't gather research for. Molly said that she would talk to John about stipulations for the bonus articles, suggesting that writers should maybe have to show proof that it was their own by providing their notes and rough drafts. They both eventually agreed that it might end up backfiring though, because it would be alot of work to go through, and if this other guy was willing to invade someone else's computer files, then he'd have no issue taking someone's notes as well. Finally she came up with a plan for her peer.

"Do you think he reads the stories or just changes the name and prints them?" She asked.

The man, a 30-some year old, sort-of nerdy looking guy named, Carter, replied, "It's hard to say. Sometimes I'm sure he knows the story because I've talked about it and all of a sudden it's published, but other times during our meetings, he gets praise for his bonus submission and he'll ask to be reminded what it was about."

Molly wrote all this down for her mandatory case file that needed to be done for every meeting and tapped the desk after signing it, while thinking. She told him to come up with an outlandish story or at least something that everyone would know and recognize as complete garbage. Such as dinosaurs getting spotted downtown or that the mayor was actually a space alien from Mars. If that were sent in under his name, he'd look like a joke and would know to stop messing around. If he did read the stories, it would still work because he would see that he was being set up and would get the picture to leave Carter alone. She told him again to not share his actual stories since there was nothing else she could do about that for the time being, and told him to keep those files under names that only he would recognize, even if he just labeled them as 'family photos' or something common so that they wouldn't get touched.

Carter laughed and told her that he hoped it would work and that he appreciated her listening to his complaints. He added that it was more than what had been done before since the second John learned that he had talked about his story openly, he didn't think that there was any right to complain about it being stolen by someone else. Molly nodded and told him she would still bring up and record the issue of the other man going into his files. They shook hands before leaving the room and she went to go meet John in the back.

"How was your meeting with Carter?" John asked.

"It was good. I don't think he'll have anymore issues soon." She told him.

He looked impressed and told her as such.

"You're doing a good job for only just starting here."

Molly felt her cheeks flush, as she loved getting praise from John.

He did his usual stretch and lean in his chair, putting his arms up and resting his laced fingers on the back of his neck.

"Are you hungry yet?"

"Well, you know me, I can always eat." She said with a laugh.

"Do you want to go back home for lunch?" He asked suggestively while grinning at her, making her melt by showing his dimples.

She reached out and lightly tugged on his tie. "Are you still hung up on this morning?"

"What can I say? I'm insatiable." He replied.

Molly buckled her seatbelt and watched John as he put his arm around her seat's headrest and turned to look behind himself as he pulled out of his parking stall. She found his willingness to always drive and confidence behind the wheel very attractive. In the city she had lived in, alot of people didn't even get their driver's license because roads were always too busy and they could just take a taxi or driving service if they needed to get anywhere.

"Hey Johnny, do you think we look suspicious coming and going together all the time?"

He glanced at her to see the expression she had when she asked.

"People might be assuming things I guess, but there's nothing in our corporate policy that says coworkers can't date." He told her.

Molly knew she was blushing and she nervously fidgeted with the strap on her bag that she held on her lap. "And is that what we're doing?"

"Dating?" John asked.

She nodded in response even though his eyes were on the road.

"Well... we live together. We go out places and we kiss each other a lot." He said in a light hearted voice, "I, personally, really like the kissing part."

He looked over at her again, "I don't want to see anybody else, if that helps. Do... you want to date other people?"

"No. I don't." Molly admitted without any hesitation.

John stayed silent for the rest of the drive but smiled the entire way home.