The most effective thing to do would be to put her down and let the two of them walk to the desk, decoupling long enough for him to deal with his pants and shoes and her to remove her dress from around her waist, but he didn't want to indulge letting her separate from him for any reason. She still had her things wrapped around him and he held her in that position as he moved across the small room, navigating around the chair to place her on the edge of the desk. She could decide what she wanted to push aside when it came to desk clutter, since she was the one who would be dealing with the fallout in whatever form it took. Oz kissed her once more, then turned his attention towards flipping her skirt out of the way.
This was moving faster than he typically did, in these situations. He usually preferred drawn out seduction ripe with opportunities to take a woman's breath away. Oz could cheekily have claimed that they'd gotten the foreplay out of the way in July and were picking up where they'd left off, but the truth was he hadn't needed much in the way of foreplay tonight and suspected she didn't, either. He'd been hard since he followed her down the stairs several minutes ago. Even if he hadn't, one touch or kiss was a sufficient thrill to push him there. Just being with her was heady, even before they'd made contact: the way she swept her leg across the floor between them; the look in her eyes while she considered him; the shape of her lips while she smoked his cigarette.
(The cadence here had less in common with his typical methods of approaching and wooing his various affair partners; the urgency felt more like Thomasina).
He touched her once, to ensure she was ready for him (a force of habit, probably; he needn't have bothered to check) then pushed his way into her with a pleased sigh.
This was moving faster than he typically did, in these situations. He usually preferred drawn out seduction ripe with opportunities to take a woman's breath away. Oz could cheekily have claimed that they'd gotten the foreplay out of the way in July and were picking up where they'd left off, but the truth was he hadn't needed much in the way of foreplay tonight and suspected she didn't, either. He'd been hard since he followed her down the stairs several minutes ago. Even if he hadn't, one touch or kiss was a sufficient thrill to push him there. Just being with her was heady, even before they'd made contact: the way she swept her leg across the floor between them; the look in her eyes while she considered him; the shape of her lips while she smoked his cigarette.
He touched her once, to ensure she was ready for him (a force of habit, probably; he needn't have bothered to check) then pushed his way into her with a pleased sigh.
MJ is the light of my life <3