She can see him looking at her out of the corner of her eye, and she smiles, turning to leave the crowded set. She knows he'll follow, he always does when he looks at her like that. He always does at lunchtime. They even have their own little place, a private place where no one on set ever goes during the lunch hour. She remembers the first time they'd ended up in there, not too long ago, she'd laughed at the fact he'd brought her into a broom cupboard. She hadn't laughed for too long, though, as he'd wasted no time in claiming her lips with his own.

They'd only ever got as far as second base in their little closet, the lunch hour was never really long enough for more, and most nights they'd end up fucking anyway. Their relationship wasn't defined between them, merely a silent fuck buddy agreement, and both were happy for it to be that way.

"You're getting good at this." He breathes in her ear once the door is shut behind them.

"What's that?" She asks, ignoring the shiver his voice still manages to send down her spine.

"Knowing when I want you."

She smiles, but he can barely see it in the dark, and presses his lips to hers so he can feel it. Her arms wrap automatically around his neck. She's so used to this now that it's almost second nature. They don't say very much at this point, their lips are always too preoccupied, but their body language speaks volumes enough for them to understand each other. Her body is already pressed against his, wanting him, and barely ten minutes have passed since they were making small talk in that crowded room with everyone but each other.

She's fairly used to feeling him hardening against her during these little sessions, but not usually so quickly. Her quiet laughter breaks the kiss and she feels his grin against her mouth as he presses just slightly harder against her. She moves her arm from its comfortable position around his neck and undoes the clasp of his jeans, sliding her hand carefully down into oh so familiar territory.

His member hardens further as she gently wraps her fingers around it, and she reaches down with her free hand to free it from his boxers. She leans against him, tilting her head to the side so that it fits just beneath his head, against his collar bone, and slowly moves her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She smiles at his irregular breathing as her hand finds a rhythm, as he struggles to hold in moans and gasps.

He looks at her curiously, their eyes now used to the darkness, when she moves back from him and removes her hand from his jeans, seeing how much room she has in the confined space. She quickly decides that it's enough, and kneels down on the wooden floor. He grins when he realises what she's doing, and bites his lip in readiness for when she takes him in her mouth.

It isn't the first blowjob she's given him, but it's the first she's given him here, and he worries about how he's going to manage not to make any noises that could lead to embarrassing consequences if someone were to investigate. The moment her lips touch the head of his cock, however, all coherent thoughts vanish from his head, and all there is is her.

He isn't sure whether it's the circumstances or just a lot of practicing, but he could swear that this is, without a doubt, the best blowjob he's ever had. Her lips reach easily up his length, and he has to control himself not to thrust into her. He doesn't trust himself. Her right hand finds its way back to his shaft and strokes in time with the movement of her mouth on his head. She concentrates on that, she knows exactly what he likes.

She gently sucks and strokes until he's sure he can't hold out any longer. He knows from experience that she's not afraid to swallow. The first few times he was nervous about it, but now he knows her well enough to know that she genuinely likes him to cum in her mouth, and doesn't hold back.

She can feel that he's close. His breathing is stranger than ever and he's sensitive even to the slightest lick of her tongue against him. She slows down the pumping of her hand before taking it away altogether, leaving his cock free for her to take as far into her mouth as it will go. She's deep throated him a few times before, but this time feels so much different, so much better.

He can't resist holding her head now, he just needs those last few thrusts. He knows she isn't too keen on him 'using her head as a flesh light', as she puts it, but he's just so close...

He removes his hands from her the moment he feels his orgasm hit, and she takes every last bit of his seed in her mouth before slowly pulling back and letting his cock leave her lips with a soft 'pop'.

It takes them both a couple of seconds to recover, and she instantly regrets not putting something under her knees. He's still panting slightly as she carefully gets to her feet, and she looks up at him with smile. She's in dire need of a glass of water, but right now that doesn't matter. The look on his face makes the pain in her knees fade away. That's what she does it for.

She takes a half-step so she's close enough to kiss him again, and he leans down to save her from straining as she carefully zips his jeans back up. He can taste himself in her mouth as his tongue reaches between her lips, and all too soon, reality hits and he realises they have to go back work.

"Tonight." He breathes when they have to pull away, and she nods.

"You owe me."

He laughs and places a kiss on her forehead before they straighten out their clothes and he cautiously opens the broom cupboard door.

"Count on it."