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Reagan had begun to notice something odd.
Brett and her had found themselves in a less than work appropriate situation. What started out as a drunken loss of judgment on both parts had become a beneficial arrangement for the both of them. A form of stress relief really. The sex had been a shocking discovery for her. Not to discredit Brett, but she hadn't expected him to be so… well versed in the bedroom.
Especially that fucking mouth.
Despite the addition of sex to their relationship, not much had changed in their dynamic. Brett had always been her number one fan after all so the praise and affection hadn't raised any alarms. Reagan did her best to come off her usual level of stress to avoid questions from the team, mainly Gigi. She couldn't risk this getting out before either of them knew exactly what this was.
She wasn't blind to the minor changes in their routines however. Once sleeping over had become an often occurrence, both had designated drawers for one another at each other's places. Made things easier than waking up early to head back to their respective homes before work. Their outings had become more frequent, Brett doing his best to bring her places that suited her interests rather than his own. They'd begun carpooling often enough that even if he didn't spend the night Brett would be there to pick her up come morning.
A small part of her was aware that by all means she had somehow ended up accidentally dating her best friend, but a significantly larger part believed trying to put a name on what they had would lead to the end of not just their sex life but friendship as a whole. So she kept that shit to herself, locking away any messy feelings there might be. If Brett didn't feel the need to give it a label why should she.
There had been one thing she intended to investigate, however. Brett was a very generous lover, seeming to put all effort into ensuring her pleasure over all. She wasn't complaining but whenever she tried to return the favor she was met with resistance. She had attempted a few times. Once, during movie night, she slipped her hand into his pants only to end up laying against the arm of her couch with Brett between her legs.
Another time the two of them were experimenting with shower sex, aside from Brett questioning her choice in hair products and nearly busting her ass from slipping, it hadn't been the worst. She had wrapped her arms around his waist from behind before reaching down to stroke his cock. Somehow she ended up being fucked against the shower door.
Her most recent attempt had been in his office, not exactly the smartest call on her part if she wanted this to remain a secret, but it was after hours and she'd been too determined to disregard the thought. When she attempted to get between him and his paperwork with the full intention of sucking him off it had resulted in more of the same.
Brett giving her all his attention and her getting fucked.
"Reags, your food's getting cold." Brett's voice snapped her back to reality, where the two of them were spending lunch in her lab. Brett gave her an odd look from across her desk. She rewrapped her half eaten sandwich before tossing on the table, only having eaten it because Brett had brought it. Ensuring she was eating something every day had become part of his job description by his own insistence. "What's on your mind, Dr. Tardy?"
"Ah it's nothing."She sighed, resting her cheek on her hand. Her fixation on this was becoming an annoying distraction though. A moment passed before she recognized the nickname. "Brett, I will send you to Guantanamo."
"Sure ya will." Brett said with an all too smug grin. She was happy that the past few years of working at Cognito had helped him move past his spineless yes man days. It did however come with the trade off of the occasional smart ass remark. Something the team nor her had fully adjusted to just yet.
"You're getting cocky, Hand." She warned, pushing her sandwich away and reaching for her coffee.
"You're avoiding the question, Ridley." He shot back, taking another bite of his food.
"I'm probably making something out of nothing." Reagan rolled her eyes at his persistence before drinking the last bit of coffee.
"Well I can help you figure it out if you tell me."
"Brett, you can't just pester me because I think you're cute." She said with a groan, pressing her forehead against the cool metal of her desk.
"Can I pester you because I think you're cute?" She could see his goofy ass grin before even lifting her head back up, receiving a wink when she made eye contact. There was something admirable about just how proudly Brett owned his own…Brettness? The word escaped her as she drifted back to the thought nagging at her.
"Do you like- Are you-" She began, knowing he'd continue to press her if she didn't just spit it out. "Brett, why won't you let me touch your dick?" She made the mistake of asking as he took another bite, causing him to choke.
"Run that- Run that by me again?" He managed to ask once he'd finished coughing.
"Why don't you let me touch your dick." She said in a flat tone as though the question was entirely mundane. Brett stared at her in complete disbelief before speaking again.
"Rae dawg, you've definitely touched my dick." His brain was clearly in overdrive trying to simply process the question.
"Yeah, but not like-" The words failed to come to her. She had begun to regret even asking but it was no use now. Might as well double down in hopes of an answer. "You're weird about it."
"I'm WEIRD about it?" He asked, astonished. He put his sandwich down before running a hand through his hair, one of his many nervous tics. Reagan struggled to figure out just how to explain the issue.
"Everytime I try anything when we're fooling around you stop me." Despite being at a loss for the right words, Her voice didn't waver in its tone. Brett pursed his lips as he tried to make sense of this conversation.
"Reagan, I have no clue what you're talking about." He said blankly. Reagan groaned in frustration before an idea sprung to mind.
"Ya know what- fuck it." She began, bracing her hands against the desk before rising to her feet. "Take your pants off." She demanded, Brett's cheeks turned a vibrant red.
"Here? During lunch?" He choked out, voice breaking.
"Uh Yeah." Reagan said, pushing her sandwich and now empty coffee cup into the nearby waste bin.
"But my food is gonna get cold?" Brett whined. Reagan pressed her palms together, bringing her fingers to her lips before speaking again.
"Let me get this straight. I'm offering you the opportunity to have sex right now and you're concerned about your quiznos? Do I have that right?" Brett looked down at his sandwich before standing, pushing it towards her to throw in the bin.
"Good point." He loosened his tie, tossing it aside as his fingers went to unbutton his suit jacket.
"You can keep your shirt on, I was just going to give you head-" Reagan said, beginning to climb across the desk rather than walking around.
"If we're having sex we're doing it right, Reags." He scoffed as he slipped his jacket off, hanging it on the back of the chair before he began to undo his dress shirt. Reagan swung her legs over the edge of the desk, sitting before him.
"You see this is what I mean!" She exclaimed."You won't let me touch your dick."
"I am so confused right now." He admitted. His confusion didn't stop him from continuing to underdress. Reagan's eyes glanced down, taking in the view of his strong chest.
"Brett, are you the only straight man on earth who doesn't like getting head or hand jobs?" Brett's hands went to her waist, undoing her lab coat and pulling it down her shoulders. She slipped out of it without much thought.
"I like them both plenty I just -" His fingers fumbled with her collar before she pushed them away, beginning to undo the buttons herself. Brett turned his focus to her waist band. "I don't know, I guess? I didn't realize how desperate you were to suck my dick, Rea." She braced against the desk before lifting her hips, allowing for him to pull down her slacks and briefs.
"I'm not desperate!" She scoffed as she shimmied out of her button up.Brett's hands gripped her hips as he pressed a kiss against her now exposed neck. "I just- I'm confused. It's fucking weird." She leaned back. Brett followed, intent to continue leaving kisses down her neck. She could feel him begin leaving hickeys along her collarbone just where they'd be out of sight. "You're weird." She teased, letting out a soft moan as he gently bit down on her shoulder.
"Are we going to have sex or are you going to keep making fun of me?" He asked, pulling back to remove his belt. The chill of the air conditioner began to give her goosebumps.
"We're going to! I have to prove my point." Brett pulled his waistbands down, their lack of foreplay not seeming an issue for him. Though maybe their bickering was working for him. She'd remember to explore that later.
"You're having sex with me to win an argument." He said plainly, leaning in close.
"You're surprised?" She asked, her brow raised.
"You're right, that's the most Reagan thing I can think of." He chuckled, his face so close to hers she could feel his breath against her lips before he closed the distance. His hands caressed her back, his warm skin a welcomed sensation. Her hands went to his chest, squeezing ever so slightly before roaming upward til they grasped his neck.
As Brett attempted to push her onto the table, the bottoms around her knees served as an obstacle.
"God damn it." He cursed against her mouth before pulling back and kneeling down. She felt him fumble with her shoes, muttering profanity under his breath. She propped herself onto her elbows.
"Struggling?" She asked with a laugh as he tossed one of her tennis shoes aside. "You wouldn't have to put in this much work if you just let me suck your dick, ya know." As he finally removed the other shoe before pulling her bottoms completely off.
"This is a weird hill to die on, Reags." He sighed.
"And you not letting me touch your dick isn't?" She exclaimed. "You're just proving my point, ya know?" Brett rolled his eyes. He went to his knees as he pulled her forward, spreading her legs open as they slipped around his neck. Her knees braced against his broad shoulders as her ass hung over the edge of the table.
Brett's lips kissed her inner thigh, leaving a trail as he moved upward. Her breath hitched in her throat as he gently nipped at her skin, surely leaving marks. Two fingers spread her lips apart before dragging his tongue between them. She shivered feeling his hot breath against her, whimpering as his nails softly dug into her outer thigh.
"Fuck." She gasped, Brett slipped his fingers inside of her as he pressed his mouth to her clit. His tongue moved in a circular motion as his fingers probed deeper. Soft whines escaped her as he began to suck gently. He moaned against her sex, pushing closer. Her shoulders shook, elbows straining to keep her up as pleasure courses through her in waves.
"B-Brett-" She called before they could give out. Brett continued unphased. "C'mon, this is about you." Her voice shook ever so slightly as she spoke.
"Are you not enjoying this?" He asked in a low voice. She bit her lip, his fingers stroked her inner walls as he brought his mouth back to her.
"I want to touch you." She said in the sternest voice she could manage. He let out what seemed to be a disappointed sigh before rising to his feet. She moved backwards, pulling herself fully onto the table. She watched as Brett kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants before crawling on top of her. He captured her lips in a hungry kiss before pressing her onto her back. His hands gripped the edge of the desk.
She reached down, stroking herself in a lame attempt to lube up her own hand before testing the waters. Her fingers ghosted across his length before taking him in hand. Brett sucked in a sharp breath. His lips crashed against hers, humming in approval. She slowly began to increase her pace until finding a steady rhythm. She tightened her grip as her free hand dragged down his chest, leaving marks.
"Fuck" Brett groaned, rolling his hips into her grasp. "Fuck that's so good."
"See?" She said with a smug grin. "Feels nice to get some special attention." Brett let out a breathless laugh before kissing her again. He pulled his hip back before he grabbed her wrist. She released her grip as he brought her hand to his chest. Her lips parted to object but he silenced her before she could.
"You're right." He said softly. "You're right it feels so good, Rea." She hummed into the next kiss, his words not the only thing going to her head. "But-"
"No 'But'. You said I was right." She snorted as he pushed himself onto his knees. "You can't take that shit back." Brett's laugh made something in her stomach flutter. He rose to his knees, readjusting so her legs straddled him. She raised her hips as he pushed closer, opening her legs further. She whimpered as he began to spread her lips apart, pressing himself inside her at an agonizingly slow pace. Curses fell from her mouth at the soft sting of her walls adjusting to his girth. He gave her a moment to adapt while he caught his breath.
He gripped the edge of the table again as he began to thrust. She pulled him down into a messy kiss with one arm as the other grasped his back. Their kisses only became more frantic and needy the faster Brett went.
"Jesus Christ!" Reagan cried out as Brett buried his face into the crook of her neck in an attempt to muffle a moan. "Right fucking there!" She begged as the rhythm he'd set began to turn erratic and rough. His breath tickled her skin before pressing his mouth to her shoulder, sucking hard. She clutched a fistful of his hair, her other hand dragging her nails down his back while tightening around him.
She let out a cry, her voice echoing against the metal walls. She could feel herself right on the verge of climax, one last push was all she needed to send her over the edge. Teeth punctured her skin as Brett attempted to stifle a loud groan. Her vision began to blur as her breathing became labored. She felt him reach completion inside her, hips continuing to thrust. She squeezed her eyes shut, rolling her head back as she called out his name.
She whimpered at the continued stimulation as he finally began to stilI. He pressed a soft kiss to his handiwork before peppering more up her throat. She desperately tried to catch her breath as he nuzzled against her affectionately. He eventually pushed himself up right, groaning as he pulled out.
"Oof." He grimaced at the mess he had made. "Fuck I didn't mean to-" She waved her hand, taking another moment to gather herself.
"It's fine. I'm on the pill." She reminded him, finally sitting up.
“Um Rea,I er- you? WE kind of came on your lab coat.” He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly before stepping down from her desk.
“Ah shit.” She glared down at the visible wet spot they’d left behind. A soft buzzing caught both their attention. Brett pulled his briefs and pants on before fishing his phone out of his pocket.
"Brett Hand, what's the dealio?" He asked before his eyes widened with panic. She could just make out the voice on the other side.
"Dude, where are you? You're like half an hour late?" Andre asked. Reagan's expression fell upon realizing their error. How had she forgotten she had scheduled a team meeting for that afternoon? She groaned cursing herself for giving in to the horny part of her brain.
"Fuck- I uh-" Brett stumbled. "I was trying to catch a quick workout over lunch. I must have lost track of time." Brett still wasn't the greatest at lying to the team, but he had discovered he could handle simply omitting details. Her knees buckled as she hopped down using the desk to brace herself. "I'll be right there. Give me like twenty minutes and I'll figure up how to make it up to you guys."
Reagan slipped into her slacks and briefs pulling them to her waist. She examined the state of her button up before deeming it good enough. Not like she had much of an option. Another voice came through the line.
"Reagan isn't here either and she only answers your calls.You’re the only one who can drag her out of her lab without a hissy fit." She rolled her eyes, annoyed by the implication.
"Yeah I'll find her right when I get back." Brett assured her, it certainly wouldn't be a hard task."Probably just got distracted." Not technically a lie. He hung up the phone before letting out a deep sigh. He grabbed his shirt from the chair beginning to redo the buttons. Reagan finished getting dressed before redoing her ponytail that had come mostly undone. "Found you by the way." Brett said as his eyes scanned the floor.
"How do I look?" She asked as he seemed to give up looking for whatever it was. "Like I've been working tirelessly or like I just got my brains fucked out?" Brett looked her up and down as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
"You look…the usual amount of disheveled.” He answered honestly before continuing his search.
"What were you looking for?"
"I tossed my tie god knows where." He explained. "It's fine, it helps make it look like I actually came from the gym." He slipped his shoes before tucking his shirt in and redoing his belt.
"I can't believe I forgot the meeting." She groaned, annoyed with herself.
"It happens. Don't sweat it!" Brett said as he squeezed her shoulder. "Myc's late, what? Twice a week." She smiled at his reassurance.
"Yeah but Myc's not the CEO." She reminded him. Brett gave a soft smile before planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Right. The CEO makes the rules." He began. "Which means you can break them as much as you want."
"I should abuse my power more." She said with a laugh. "How long should we wait before heading up?"
"Ten minutes? I gotta find a way to sneak back in without showing up on the security cams so I should probably leave now." He said, reaching for his jacket.
"Brett, they don't check the cameras. Alpha Beta was the only one who watched the footage and he's rewatching Friends right now." She said confidently. Brett thought it over before agreeing with a shrug.
“We can clean up in the meantime.” He suggested.
“Or make out? I got robots for that shit.” She offered, only partially joking.
"You make a compelling argument." He said setting a timer on his phone. Probably for the best to avoid being even later. They kept it as tame as they could manage, Reagan's hand messing up Brett's hair all over, Brett retaliating by leaving a hickey just under her collar where it could potentially be seen. When the timer rang out, Brett grabbed his Jacket from the chair, tossing it over his shoulder before the two of them headed out.
"I'm thinking of inviting everyone out for two for one margaritas after work. Ya know, to make up for being an hour late." Reagan rolled her eyes not seeing the point but not shutting the idea down outright. "I was hoping we could go to your place after?"
"That’s what? The fifth time this week. At this rate you should just move in Brett." She teased stopping Brett in his tracks.
"Would- would you like that?" He asked, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Reagan paused actually thinking about what she'd just said.
"I uh- um-"
"We can forget it. You were probably joking-"
"No no! Well I mean I was joking but-" She paused, organizing her thoughts before speaking again. "I think I might actually like the idea." She felt her cheeks burn watching the loving smile spread across Brett's face.
"Great! I uh- I think I do too." His own cheeks turned a soft pink.
"We should get to the meeting." She said, clearing her throat. Brett nodded in agreement as they resumed walking. Brett filled the silence with ease about the work he’d completed for the week as they did. Since her take over of Cognitio he had finally been given a job title as head of communication. It eased her workload having Brett take on most of the important meetings she didn’t have the emotional energy for as well as being able to fill in should she be gone.Despite her status as CEO, there were times it felt as though they were still coleads, running all of Cognito rather than just the team. When they reached the meeting room a loud commotion could be heard from the other side of the doors.
"Well that's just great." Reagan groaned, mentally preparing for the worst. Brett remained optimistic.
" Probably just the usual hijinxs, Rea." He pushed open the door but immediately froze in place. His eyes wide and his face turning bright red. That couldn't bode well. She took a deep breath before pushing open the door to see what scared Brett stiff.
The team stared at them in an odd mix of shock and amusement. Andre and Myc snickering to themselves, Glenn averting his eyes, and Gigi out of her chair with her hands on her hips. Alpha Beta sat at the front of the conference room clearly having been the one who'd connected to the monitor where security footage from her lab had been pulled up. The scene of her and Brett entangled with one another on her desk was frozen for everyone to see.
"Nice of you two to join us." Gigi said, crossing her arms over her chest. Her tone was disapproving.
"Some workout you got in, buddy!" Andre added, cackling at his own stupid joke. Brett began to laugh awkwardly before it edged into hysterical.
"Ya know I have half a mind to bring this to HR." Myc quipped. Reagan was at a complete loss for words, not knowing just how to handle this. She took in a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders as she breathed out.
"ALPHA BETA YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Her body lurched forward, only stopped by Brett breaking out of his frozen state to grab her. She thrashed in his grasp, expletives and threats falling from her lips as her face went red with anger.
"Woah there! You know I think it would be best if we did this tomorrow. Bye guys!” He decided. Gigi had joined in on the laughter only making Reagan angrier.
"Brett, let me go-" She demanded, still trying to weasel out of his arms. Instead he threw her over his shoulder with far too much ease. "Put me down! I have to kill him! He's past his expiration!" She yelled, thrashing against him. Brett quickly carried her out of the conference room, the laughter from inside the conference room echoing into the hall. She gave up resisting once they'd reached the atrium. Brett briskly walked into the elevator. He only put her down only after the doors shut and the elevator began to rise.
"I'm going to kill him."
"I know."
"I'm going to kill THEM."
"I know."
She stood there seething with anger the entire ride up. When the doors opened to the main entrance, Brett led her out by hand.
"Where are we even going?" She finally asked as they walked through the doors into the parking lot.
"Home before you can actually murder someone." He said flatly, bringing them to his car. "I'll get us dinner tonight, okay? And we can do whatever you want." She opened her mouth to make a suggestion. "Except murdering our friends." She stomped over to the passenger side in a huff.
"Some friends they are.” She grumbled, getting into the car and crossing her arms after buckling. “I thought you said the CEO makes the rules. It sure feels like you’re holding me back here.”
"Eh, kind of part of my job description." Brett replied, buckling up and starting the car.
"As head of communications?" She asked, glaring out the window as they began to drive out of the lot.
"More like as your unofficial second in command." He said as they passed through the gate and headed onto the road. "But mostly as your boyfriend. Don't really want you going mad with power just to join JR and Rand in Shadow prison."
She tried to form an argument before realization washed over her.
"Boyfriend?" She repeated, shifting her gaze to Brett. She watched as he seemed to realize what he'd just said, turning pink.
"Yeah." He said, clearing his throat. "Is that?- would that be okay?"
She was quiet for a moment which she could tell put him on edge. If Brett had decided to give what they had a label, she wouldn't argue with it.
"More than okay." She said, her rage at the team being pushed to the back of her mind watching him break into a grin.
"Cool! That's - that's sick, ya know?" A small smile spread across her lips from his excitement. She relaxed in the passenger seat, finally deciding the best use of her time was figuring out what they'd do that evening.
She could always plot the team's demise later.