5 comments/ 5282 views/ 2 favorites F2: Sydney Surprise By: xelliebabex FAWC 2: Sydney Surprise (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredients." There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.) (The mystery ingredients for this story were (Sarcasm, Location, Intellectual, Sport.) * * * * "For once I am as excited to get up in the morning as my cock is," Brent grinned and rolled over wrapping a hand around the waist of his long-time girlfriend as she tried to get out of bed after turning off the alarm. Making a show of fighting him off Emily rolled her eyes, "Not everyone gets the day off to go to Sydney and watch grown men running around after a little ball." Emily tried to hide her smile knowing what was coming. "Geez Em, it's State of Origin tonight and those grown men running around with a ball are legendary. They are the best of the best rugby league players that our state can offer!" Brent growled. "Besides its tradition now, if we didn't go and watch their final training runs we might jinx them and then I would be letting down the whole state." "So the legends shouldn't even bother training then just have you show up where they were going to train to ensure their victory and not worry about the actual game tonight," Emily finally stood up from the bed rolling her eyes at the man she loved and adding, "The Blues have a good team on paper, and they did win the last game in the series." She teased as she turned to scamper naked into the bathroom wriggling her ass in an effort to frustrate him as much as her comments had. Brent bounded from bed and grabbed her in a tight hold, "Sacrilege!" He walked her backwards against the wall, pinning her between his arms and smirking, "And luckily, we Maroons play on grass, not on paper." Emily smirked at him, and he growled at her bending his head to nibble at her ear and neck. She sighed knowing she was going to be late for work this morning. Feeling her heart beat begin to race, at the feel of Brent's attentions Emily wrapped her hands around Brent's neck and tilted her head enjoying the sensations of his lips upon the soft skin there. She smiled to herself knowing that at any minute, he would shift his body ever so slightly and throw her back to the bed racing to pin her with a morning kiss and much more. When he shifted to look down upon her, he saw the wide green eyes dancing with the spark of excitement that was always so contagious and her lips parting softly as if begging for his kiss. It was all he needed. Without a word, he picked her up his, muscles bunching as he hefted her twice and threw her the several feet to the bed, following her movement and pouncing on her bouncing form kissing her deeply. He leaned back and looked down at her again a small smile playing over his lips. His hand came up to brush his fingertips over her cheek, down the side of her neck and over her shoulder teasing the sensitive skin. "Well," Emily wriggled against him, "Are you going to fuck me?" "Maybe," Brent murmured huskily, "But considering you dissed my team and were about to get ready for work I didn't think you were so deserving," he teased her even though they both knew he was about to do just that. His kiss was as gentle as butterfly at first. The next movement of his mouth brought a little more pressure, her lips opened slightly at the feel of the tip of his tongue gently teasing the tender flesh of her lower lip. A soft moan escaped her lips. His fingers tightened around the back of her neck, and he pulled her body closer to his, deepening the kiss, leaving no doubt that he intended to make her exceedingly late for work. He wrapped his arms tightly around her; one across her shoulders and the other under the curve of her bottom, then he rolled to his back, taking her with him in one fluid movement. Her bright green eyes widened in surprise at finding herself neatly planted atop him, her thighs splayed on either side of his hips. Rolling her hips she could feel the hard ridge of him pressed into the soft flesh of her pussy. Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she pushed herself up. A tousled hair fell in a curtain across her face to tickle at his chest, and a wicked grin spread across her lips as she lifted her hips a fraction of an inch and arched her back, rolling her hips again and pressing down onto his hard cock. She heard his breath hiss in through his clenched teeth, and she peeked at him through her lashes, and wiggled a little more, setting him more firmly into her moist folds. Grinning at having affected him enough to hear a muffled groan and feel his hands reach for her hips, to still her movements, Emily stilled her movement. Having kept her still for several moments Brent relaxed back and gazed up at her, a sinful smile on his face as one hand quickly left her hip and smacked her ass. As she yelped in surprise, he quickly pulled her back down on top of him and smacked her ass twice more. "So tell me about this paper, that says the Blues will win," he growled and swatted her twice more. "You book worms take too much from pieces of paper, nothing can replace the pride and determination of team spirit." "Stats don't lie," she squealed as he smacked her again, the subtle warmth in her belly turning to licking flames, traveling down her inner thighs from the palm prints heating her ass. His smile faded, his dark eyes bright with undisguised lust as she began to rotate her hips pressing down onto him again. Her eyes closed, and small white teeth glinted behind warm pink lips as she bent to nibble his neck, paying particular attention to the tender spot just below his ear. She distantly registered his hands gliding over the hot flesh, to cup her bottom, he lifted her slightly away from him so that she could feel his cock glide between the not wet folds of her pussy. Sinking her teeth into his neck to distract him slightly she reached back and took his hands pulling them up above his head in the way he often pinned her to the bed. She knew she couldn't restrain him if he really wanted to be loose, but it excited her to have him at her mercy if only for a short time. Brent raised his eyebrow at her and smirked, and she leaned forward to lick over the bite mark she had left on his neck. She heard his soft moan and grinned to herself as she licked her way down his throat to his chest, nibbling here and there. Her tongue flicked out and gently teased his nipple knowing this would excite him, his hips insistently pushing up into her proving that she knew her man well, and a thrill ran through her when he finally broke free of her grasp his hands moving to her rotating hips once more. Enjoying being the tease she wriggled free of his hands once more and slid down the length of his body, pausing to nip the flat belly with her teeth. She was on her knees between his legs, running her hands up his thighs. Looking up at him, she lowered her head, taking his hardness into her mouth, never breaking eye contact. His legs tensed, and his fingers twined into her hair, she smiled around him, running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. She felt his little shiver and slid her mouth back down on him, taking all of him and feeling him press into the back of her throat. Her left hand curved under his balls and cupped him, stroking with soft gentle fingers. She felt him pulsing on her lips, and she moved down onto him. His fingers twined to the point of pain in her hair, his hips thrusting up forcing more into her mouth, making her gag slightly, but she loved the taste of him and kept her head low devouring him. She distantly heard him moan, and she gave a small whimper in response. She felt herself clench and knew she wanted him inside her. She lifted her head and looked up to see his lust filled gaze on her. Brent decided she had had her own way long enough and pulling her hair that was wrapped around his fingers he lead her back up his body smiling at her small whimpers of pain and disappointment. With the grace of an athlete, he changed their positions pushing her down onto the bed and rearing up above her. It was his turn to taste the sweetness of her skin, his tongue running down a similar path to one Emily had travelled down his body. He loved her breasts, the small pale pink nipple were short and puckered sweetly between his lips making her breasts rise into pointed mounds of flesh. His hands rested over her breasts as he kisses his way down her body nipping the soft skin below her navel and rolling over her flat belly. His hands spread her thighs wide and his nipped at the soft white flesh listening to her sigh in pleasure. He placed extra pressure on her thighs watching the lips of her pussy part and leaned forward to flick his tongue over the centre of her being at that point in time. The sinful grin curl his lips again as he felt the shock of pleasure ripple through her making her thighs tremble and his cock harden impossibly more so. His lips closed over the tiny bud, and he began to whip it gently with his tongue. Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her as her hips came off the bed to meet him. Her lips parted with soft whimpering pants and gasps. He ran his hand up her thigh and slowly entered her, first one then two marvelling at how tight she always felt. She moaned, thrusting her hips upward once again onto the fingers and into his mouth. His tongue began to work at her faster, and he could feel her wetness begin to coat his hand. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close to the edge of that abyss of pleasure that would wrack her body and leave her weak and trembling in his arms. Pulling free of her grappling hands Brent rose above Emily again guiding his throbbing cock into her. She was so tight he slid in only a frustrating fraction at a time, and the excruciating slowness of his movements nearly sent him over the edge. Finally, embedded in her to the hilt he felt her muscles grip him and a groan of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he began to fuck her hard and deep. He guided her legs up the length of his body from where they had wrapped around his hips essentially doubling her in half and watching her breath shorten even more as she cried out her need. Emily dragged her fingernails down Brent's back enjoying the added grunts of pleasure he issued. He stiffened moaning her name and unable to hold back the tide began arching harder into her wanting her to come with him. He looked at the glazed eyes on wide panting mouth of the incredible girl he loved and cries out as he came. She matched him completely, and he felt the muscles around his cock pulse with it milking the cum from him to mix with her own. Brent collapsed beside her, allowing Emily to unfurl her legs and they both lay breathing raggedly for long minutes. Emily turned to look at him leaning up on her elbow and smiled crookedly, she loved him, and while her family had never understood her attraction to the rough edged tradesman, he only had to grin at her with his dimpled face and her knees went weak. He had a way of making even the most mundane tasks in life fun and though most of what he said dripped with sarcasm his genuine humour and amiability made people laugh with him rather than be offended. What her family couldn't comprehend was that his family and friends thought the same about her, they were an odd couple to have found each other but what they had was incredible and as she gazed at him she knew he felt the same. "Taking advantage of me like that has made me late," Brent smirked at her, "But I guess I can't blame you I am a sexy beast!" He rolled out of bed and shook his ass at her strolling to the bathroom. "Oh no, you don't," Emily yelped and jumped up racing him for the bathroom, "I'm the one who is running late." After a brief tussle they showered together continuing to tease and stroke each other, Emily finally disengaging herself before she got too distracted again and leaving the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Brent took his time, there was nothing better than having a sickie that your boss approved of. Admittedly he had asked weeks in advance hinting strongly that he would be having the day off regardless of whether the boss let him or not. Realising he was lucky to work for such a lovely guy, he had stayed back to finish off the switchboard he had been wiring up the night before so it could be shipped today. By the time Brent had finished showering and shaving Jemima had dressed and done her hair and make-up, so practised was she in the morning rush. Checking her bag for everything she needed she hurried past his eager hands leaving a lipstick air kiss next to his cheek and ran out the door, calling, "Have fun with the boys!" She climbed into her car lamenting that he would be on a plane within an hour, and she could look forward to a quiet night alone. She wished again she could have taken the time from work to go to Sydney with him. * * * * Emily ran into the lift that would take her from the underground car park to the offices of Bennet Collins Ltd. She looked at her watch and prayed that the boss was at an early morning meeting, but as the lift doors opened she knew he was there. The receptionist gave her a look of dread and quietly she slipped through the main foyer and tried to make her way inconspicuously to her office. The fact was that despite the tirades of her boss she loved her job. Hired straight out of University she had always loved the honesty of figures and statistics they didn't lie. They allowed her to look critically at companies, government agencies and world politics and see the anomalies that spelt trouble for all concerned. In deficits and profits alike, there were patterns and trends and of her class she had been the golden girl at University, finishing as dux of her year in both her chosen degrees. As much as she loved the surety of statistics they didn't apply to the creative arts, writers, artists and musicians defied the laws of statistics at every turn, and while she had taken the second degree as a point of rebellion against her parents who revelled in their intellectual status amongst friends and family it had fascinated her equally that there was no rhyme or rhythm as to why something became a trend, a fad, a movement even in the creative arts. It wasn't until meeting Brent and finding his irresistible belief that statistics meant nothing anything could change the course of a single event. Within the first week of meeting, he had made her watch the movie, The butterfly Effect and make her admit that anything was possible regardless of her sure fire statistics. She had finally begun to understand the ripple effect, through watching Brent and being with him. Brent's love of life and firm belief that anything could happen at any time had captivated her. She had come from a family with routine and schedule and knowing that everything was in its place, and life could be so ordered that no unexpected surprises ever arose that could not be dealt with and tossed aside in an instant. So it was with her boss, he hated anything to be out of order in the office and being late was one of those anomalies he could not abide. "Miss Tompkins?" The voice rang through the office suite. "Yes, Mr Bennet," Emily replied grateful it was not Mr Collins. "Do you have those special statistics I ordered?" He said softly as he walked toward her. Seeing her nod he followed her to her office and took a seat to wait for her to bring them up on the dual screen monitor. Looking over the figures Clive could see that the deciding game between the Blues and Maroons would be in theory to the blues favour. Like the girl in front him though Clive Bennet liked the chance factor anomalies placed in the rigid statistical studies that were the forte of his counterpart in the company. "Factoring in anomalies?" Clive quizzed her further, and she grinned and clicked at the keys of her keyboard bringing up a totally different screen. Anomalies such as melee's, severe injuries and even streakers were considered and in each case the predicted winner trended toward the blues. On paper as she had told Brent that morning the Blues seem to be the team to beat in tonight game and the reason she knew was because one of her Bosses, Clive Bennet had asked her to run a statistical analysis. His words though had stayed with her, and before she knew it she had opened her mouth to speak, catching herself just in time. "Go on say what is on your mind, young lady," Clive smiled indulgently. "I just..." She swallowed loudly, "It is just that this is not a usual football game there are too many unknowns that we can put an anomaly value to." "Oh? Like what?" Clive seemed genuinely intrigued. "Pride," she answered easily, "Who wants to let down their state and the legendary players that have come before them." She knew, in that moment, she had been listening to Brent for too many years about his love of the Maroons. "Pride will only get you so far," Clive ventured, "If the skills aren't there to back it up, and going by these stats..." "Team spirit then," Emily countered. "So despite all of these statistics that you have diligently pulled together am I to believe by these unknown anomalies that you would still back the Maroons to win?" Clive smirked at the girl across from him. "I would like to think there is an unknown I haven't counted that says they still could," Emily sighed realising the statistics they lived their life by in this office said otherwise. Clive sat back in the chair and laughed uproariously. Emily didn't believe what she had said was so funny and became indignant, sitting up straighter and bringing her shoulders back about to launch into a stunning rebuttal of his laughter when he held up his hands in surrender before she had even begun. "Finally!" Clive choked out between his laughter, "Someone who is willing the think beyond the obvious! Factor in the unknowns and adjust their thinking to encompass them. People who try to put a number value on passion are fooling themselves!" Emily looked at him quizzically, her rebuttal forgotten, she got caught up with his laughter, and grinned girlishly at the obvious praise. "Plans for tonight?" Clive asked as his laughter finally subsided. "No, gonna curl up and watch the game and see if I can spot my boyfriend in the crowd," Emily replied honestly. "You most certainly are not!" Clive exclaimed. "I will give you binoculars to spot him in the crowd from our corporate box. I gave all the junior's the same data to pull yesterday, you're the one with an iota of sense, so you win the trip to Sydney with me." It took a few moments for Emily to understand what he was saying, and she blinked. "I won a trip? But, I couldn't go, I haven't packed or made arrangements or... could I seriously?" "Of course you can I have a meeting in Sydney in the morning you can sit in on that, as well. I will need you for a meeting in about an hour then we will need to look at some plans for the meeting tomorrow, then we will fly to Sydney. Trust me Emily, in so many ways you have exceeded my expectations today," he winked at her and got up walking from her office. In truth, the partners had been looking for some time for a junior to put on the partnership track. They had needed someone who would just not fall into the trap of trusting the statistics and data before them and understand that not all variables were always counted in statistical data, but gut feeling and intuition had a place within their realm. Smart people will often just go by what is before them what they can see and judge for themselves, they needed a critical thinker, and intellectual who could question the data and ask 'What if'. Clive believed he had found his man, only she was a young woman. F2: Sydney Surprise * * * * Brent watched Emily race out of the door wondering how he got so lucky to have her in his life and his bed. She was exceptionally smart, very beautiful, and if he was truthful with himself she was way out of his league. Despite that fact, she was his and he couldn't be happier. His friends and family couldn't understand it beyond the physical, but there was just something magical between them. She seemed to totally understand him, his need to be with his mates at times, to go to the footy like today, the fact that he hated to cook unless it was a barbecue and she got everything ready for him in advance. He laughed to himself, he was one of the lucky ones. Listening to his friends gripe about their wives and girlfriends he knew he was undoubtedly in the lucky basket. Brent threw some undies and a pair of jeans into a bag with his deodorant stick and dressed in the clothes he planned to wear all day and possibly still be in the next morning. At the last minute, he threw his phone charger in and the ever present small box in his bag in case Emily called him often. It wasn't that he minded, in fact, he hoped she did, he would miss her more perhaps than she missed him. It wasn't that she was uncaring, in fact, she was extremely loving, it was that she was so often calculating in her responses to the moments in life that were unexpected. Unpredictable she certainly wasn't and a part of him wished she was more of a spur of the moment girl rather than a woman who liked to plan out all of events in her life. The flip side of her being a planner and calculator meant that he no longer over spent on the things that sounded fantastic at the time but fizzled out quickly, like his venture into street luge, the equipment alone had cost him over a grand. With Emily's influence, they were finally in a position to start looking at buying at home of their own. He knew he needed to pop the question soon, but he wanted to make it memorable, not huge and momentous like so many of his friends felt they had to do after so many viral clips on YouTube of extraordinary proposals, he wanted it to be unique to just to them. He just couldn't work out exactly how he wanted to do it and had been carrying around a ring box for almost six months in case the moment arose. Zipping up the small bag he could carry on the plane, he shrugged and headed out the door. His friends would be downstairs to meet him if not already waiting for him, they would arrive within minutes. As he exited the apartment block he could see Dave's car waiting for him, and he hurried to jump into the back where there was room. "What's crack-a-lackin'?" He asked jovially as he entered the car. "Queenslander!" Dave yelled, and the car lurched forward into the traffic. As they drove to the airport, the men whooped about leaving wives and girlfriends behind and shedding the shackles of bondage as they put it for a boys only trip. Happily entrenched in a male bonding exercise only one step removed from a deep sea fishing trip as far as the men in the car were concerned they discussed the game at hand and how the coaches and managers should organise their teams. Troy turned to lean over the front passenger seat and look back at Brent, "Hate to tell you this old mate, but you're the last bastion of freedom." "Yeah right, I can see it now, you down on one knee begging Kylie to make an honest man of you," Brent laughed unbelievingly. "Didn't have to, she got down on one knee and threatened me last night," he laughed loudly. "Kylie is taking me ring shopping when we get back from this trip," he said sullenly his laughter dying suddenly. "Ah shit," Dave muttered. "Knew it," Ash grinned and added, "You can pay up at the airport mate." He punctuated his last statement by slapping Dave's seat. He turned to Brent, "I knew you would never find your perfect moment." "Yeah well. I guess as she can have me, settling for you is understandable," Brent smirked. "Pffft," Troy made a dismissive sound. "Emily will wake up one day and realise she is way out of your league and dump your ass." "What can I say, I'm irresistible to the ladies," Brent looked around at the other men in the car who were laughing hard. He knew the woman he loved was way out of his and their league, and took all the good natured jibes he received about the fact, playing down that he had such a hot girlfriend. The men's talk turned to football, and they laughed and joked about the various trips they had been on to see their mighty maroons. They laughed over the year when one of the girlfriends on her first encounter with their State of Origin ritual had stood up during the event full of excitement at a try and yelled... "Go Burgundy!" "I wonder whatever happened her to," Dave mused. "Joined Mensa probably after dumping Troy's ass, smartest thing she ever did," Brent said with a perfectly straight face. Troy groaned, "Talking about your own relationship there, aren't you? Oh wait she hasn't dumped you yet even though she is Mensa smart. You must be like her kryptonite or something." "Yeah that's me kryptonite... Kryptonite for the Blues!" Brent agreed and steered the conversation back onto safer ground. They had laughed long at hard at the many attempts each of them had had at indoctrinating their partners into the State of Origin fervour. It was enough now that their partners tried to understand the depth of their commitment to the team, and once a year didn't stand in the way of their football fanaticism regardless of which state the final was held in. Queensland's Mighty Maroons though had won the last seven series so inevitably the final was a two day trip into enemy territory for the four friends. The flight was mercifully short and without delays and they landed in Sydney within two hours of taking off. Having booked into a package deal the men piled onto a bus with a dozen other diehard fans from the northern state and made their way to the CBD where their hotel was. The same bus would pick them up and transport them to the game as well as home again. Buoyed up by the camaraderie of new as well as old friends venturing like warriors into enemy territory the four men laughed and joked with the group of companions railing about the injustice of the last game that they had lost and lamenting that they had to throw the Blues a bone now and then to make it more entertaining than the white wash they knew the Maroons could generally deal out. It wasn't until he had checked in and stowed his bags that Brent turned his phone on after the flight and found two missed calls and a puzzling message from Emily. He read it several times and shook his head as Dave walked into his room to see what was holding him up. Brent quickly sent back a message with two question marks and a love heart before sliding his phone into his pocket and heading down to the hotel bar with Dave to being what was to be an epic day and one he had been looking forward to for months. The message nagged at him though as so often he misunderstood her cryptic comments and he took his phone out once more and reread, "I will see you in the tonight but will you see me?" He had told her exactly where he and his friends would be sitting pointing out the exact spot in the first game of the series that had been played in Sydney so she could see him on TV when she pretended to watch the game. Maybe she was planning some sexy face time during the game if he dared to answer his phone and the thought made him grin. Dave gave him a puzzled look and tried to sneak a peek at his phone to see what had made his friend smile but once again Brent slid the phone back into his pocket coming up with a plausible meaning of the cryptic text. * * * * Emily looked at her phone and laughed at his questioning response to her text. After trying to call him twice with no success, she had been swept up in the whirlwind that Clive had made of her day. Emily was not an unpredictable woman, she did not do things on a whim, she calculated pro's and cons and then moved forward probably the only exception to that rule had been the irresistible pull she had initially felt toward Brent that had clouded her mind and erased any thoughts from her head aside of how good he made her feel and how much she laughed when she was with him. Smiling at the text Emily decided not to explain but rather send him further cryptic clues during the day and she knew just where to start. Bringing up the statistics page she had created for Clive regarding tonight's football game in Sydney on her computer She quickly grabbed a fresh piece of copy paper and write in her own precise script, "Luckily they play on grass not paper!" Standing it up against her computer Emily stood back and took a photo on her phone sending it to Brent. She was more than satisfied when his text came back, "You better believe it smart girl!" Clive was in and out of her office giving her the run down on the meeting they would attend in the morning and asking her to run over the figures and risk analysis of the particular company expanding into a new market at this time. By lunchtime she was up to date within reason and had several questions about the data she had been given. It had been compiled by one of the senior analysts, and as she left her office to meet with him Clive stopped her in her tracks. "Run home and pack a bag and get back here as soon as you can, then we will leave for the airport," Clive turned to walk away but reached out to touch his arm. "I am on the way to the airport maybe it would be more effective for me to meet you there," she explained quickly hoping that would buy her a small amount of extra time. Clive seemed to consider her words and looked at his watch gauging the time. "Leave your address and mobile number with Wendy. We will pick you up on the way," he murmured. Not wanting to push her luck Emily went back to her desk and grabbed her bag and headed home forgetting the questions she had planned to ask the senior analyst. No, soon had she packed a bag trying to choose an outfit for any occasion as well as another for work the next day, Emily heard her phone ring and rushed to pick it up. Clive was downstairs already, and she raced to zip up the suit bag and leave the apartment. It surprised her to find that rather than veering into the domestic terminals they drove past them down a road that ran parallel to the public airport to the general aviation terminals. She shouldn't have been surprised at the sight of the small gulf stream that waited for them there, but she was and as she climbed out of the car she stopped and took a photo with her phone. As their bags were checked and loaded, she quickly sent it to Brent and wondered what he would think if he knew she was heading to the city he had flown to only a few hours earlier. Turning off her phone for the flight Emily walked up the stairs and took a seat in the small but plush cabin. During the flight, they went through the data and background company information, and Emily was able to ask the questions she had meant to see the analyst who put the data package together about. Clive was impressed with her quick and agile mind, the way she could follow the figures so quickly and talk about the economic policies and trends in the current markets and their effects on the economic status of companies such as the one they were advising. Landing in Sydney a car and driver waited for them courtesy of a business associate of Clive's. The afternoon had seemed to rush past her, and as they entered the Sydney Hyatt. Entering her room with the promise to change and meet Clive downstairs for an early dinner after missing lunch Emily chained into a wine coloured slip dress that could pass for maroon and as it was winter paired the short dress with thick black tights and boots. It could pass in a dressy or casual crowd, and she left her hair to hang loosely down around her shoulders. Taking a picture od herself in front of the large window with the Sydney Harbour behind her featuring the opera house but obscuring most of it with her body she laughed wondering if Brent would be sober enough to notice anything but the short dress. Pressing send she swung her small bag over her shoulder and left the room, marvelling that she of all people would be going to the football, a game she barely understood. She had impressed her boss with the passionate words of her boyfriend, and she felt like a fraud as the lift doors opened and Clive sat in a comfortable chair waiting for her. While they dined, Emily told Clive of her boyfriend and his absolute belief in the mighty maroons and his confidence in the outcome of the upcoming game. "It's like an obsession for Brent and his friends. They would just about kill to be going to a corporate box like I am," she admitted ruefully. "It's not that I don't appreciate the opportunity," Emily quickly corrected herself, "It's just that Brent's the bigger fan." Emily smiled to herself thinking that she was more interested in the company financial report she had just read than in watching a game of football. Emily could feel the phone in her bag buzz but waited until Clive excused himself from the table for a moment to look at it she grinned at the message, "Amazing dress, go Maroons." He hadn't even noticed the background. Placing the menu of the restaurant on the table with the Harbour Bridge and Opera House in its logo she took another photo and sent it in response before putting her phone away again and grinning. She stood as Clive returned and they left for the game. * * * * Brent and his mates were already at the stadium with a beer in hand enjoying the pre-show entertainment when his phone buzzed against his thigh. Pulling it from his pocket Brent looked at it. He saw the menu not registering the logo and wondered who she was out with flicking back to photo of her all dressed up. "Alright," Ash broke through his thoughts, "Show me what you have been frowning at all afternoon or put it away." They all got messages and calls from their partners, but Brent was looking worried, and Ash was concerned for his friend. Having looked at the text and the ensuing pictures Ash could see the trail quite easily. Emily was obviously in Sydney with some rich bastard, and he cursed at what a bitch Emily was being showing Brent photos of her running off with another guy. Handing the phone back with a shrug as if he too had no idea what she was doing he offered to get more beers before the game started. "I'll come, Dave said, "I need more food." "You always need more food," Brent laughed, "It's as if you're eating for two," he looked down at his friends paunch meaningfully, "Is there something you need to tell us?" Dave waved away the comments saying, "You wish you had my physique, it's all muscle baby!" "Someone should have told you it's supposed to be a six pack not a whole carton," Brent smirked. Dave smoothed down his shirt, "Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful." Then he walked off to the bar with Ash leaving Brent chuckling and looking at his phone again. "Here Troy," Brent said leaning towards him, "put these pictures together and tell me what the hidden message is. All I have been getting all day is pictures." "Shit, man if it was anyone but Emily I would say they found a rich sugar daddy who has flown them to Sydney for the night," he grinned, "But for some reason that girl loves you, never understood it myself, but anyone can she does." "Yeah, she has fall for the Brent good looks and charm, can't blame her really," Brent smiled. "You forgot modesty my friend," Troy said helpfully. "Still looks like she is in Sydney though, whatever the reason. I don't think Photoshop is good enough to fake that on today of all days." "Shit, I didn't even notice it," he said suddenly noticing the background of her photo in front of the window. He had been too busy admiring the long legs that went all the way up to her cute little ass. "You know the rules," Troy said, "No girls on original finals night." "She couldn't be in Sydney, she doesn't do things spontaneously, she knows it's out boys night," Brent seemed confused by what he knew and what was clearly on his phone and he stared at the picture of the woman he loved. So lost in though was he that he started as Ash and Dave returned with more beers and food, settling into their seats as the pre-game entertainment wound up and the teams began to be announced. "Enjoy the friggin' game mate, stop worrying about some photo's, she knows the game day rules," Ash snatched his phone from his hand, "You can have it back at half time." The game started well, and the men were a small voice when raised in compassion to the sea of blues supporters that surrounded them, but at half time, Queensland's mighty maroons were up 8 – 4 and their mood was jubilant as they exchanged trash talk with the people around them. Ash reluctantly handed back Brent's phone and to his surprise there were photos of the crowd he sat in, a small group of maroon coloured jerseys amongst the sea of blue. "Fuck!" He exclaimed causing the men to look at him. "She is here somewhere," he exclaimed gesturing around him. "Where are you?" He quickly sent a text to her. "Right behind you," Came the answering reply and he stood up in his seat and looked around. Wondering what was going on Dave watched Brent until his own phone rang, recognising the number he picked it up and laughed, "What's going on, he's jumping around like a madman." "Don't tell him it's me, yet! Emily exclaimed. "I was just wondering if you might suspend the no girlfriends rule just enough to bring Brent up to the corporate box I am watching the game from." "Hell, yes!" Dave almost yelled. He stood beside Brent and turned around looking as she gave directions to find her. She was indeed directly behind them but up behind a glass wall. She gave Dave the box number and the simple directions she had taken down to get there from where they were. "Gentlemen," Dave said hanging up. "We have a mission." He pointed up at Emily who had begun to wave furiously to get their attention. "No women," Troy said looking at them all. "Stay then," said Ash moving past him, trying to catch up with Brent and Dave, "but I am going to the corporate land of free beers!" "Well when you put it like that," Troy mumbled and followed his friends. They barely made it into the box before the half time whistle blew to start play, and as Emily introduced the men, Clive grinned at them all, "We needed a bit more maroon in our midst." Both teams scored in the second half and with five minutes on the clock it seemed Queensland would put a nail in the Blue's coffin with another try when out of nowhere a streaker appeared to run eighty metres and tackle the Queensland ball carrier from behind. Play when on with a try being scored but then disallowed due to the interference in play. The game ended with a win but no one overly happy with the close fulltime score of 12-10, despite the celebrations of the small group within the box. Brent had not moved far from Emily during the second half, the implication Troy had made that she had found a sugar-daddy and flown to Sydney without telling him had messed with his head a little and he found himself considering the likable man Clive. "So you're the man who told Emily that these teams play on grass and not on paper," Clive laughed and clapped Brent of the shoulder. "It seems you were right about that. Won myself a delightful little side bet and I think I will go collect," Clive strode over to another man in the box leaving Brent looking at Emily for an explanation. She explained that he had set all the junior's the task of running the data for this game and coming up with the winner. "I told you that, on paper, the Blues had a better team this morning remember?" Emily prompted him. "You, as usual, gave me all that stuff about team spirit and the line that they play on grass not paper and all of the traditions people have," she continued. She then explained her presentation of the figures to Clive and her assertion that te data didn't take into account Brent's unknown qualities of a game like this, and he loved it enough to bring her down for the game and a business meeting in the morning. F2: Sydney Surprise "I texted you that I was coming and that I was here, didn't you get the pictures?" She said with a cheeky smile knowing she did not exactly tell him. "Geez," he drawled, "I thought that was my Dear John letter, and you had found a sugar daddy to fly you around the country and spoil you. I have a hot date with a cheerleader soon. You know gotta get on the rebound dates fast these days." Emily looked horrified, "No way that looked like a Dear John letter!" "Troy what did you tell me after looking at those photos Emily sent?" Brent called. "That she finally wised up and found herself someone richer and better than you," Troy shrugged. "Yeah that's what I thought" Ash nodded in agreement, "We wouldn't blame you Em. Brent knows he's been batting way out of his league." Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she turned her face up to Josh her kissed her and murmured, "Fine, I will cancel the date with the cheerleader, but you had better make it worth my while, I am a legend for pulling the hot chicks now." "In his own mind," Dave said. "I say go with the rich dude, Em, I could get used to watching the games like this." He belched softly and looked at the half empty bottle in his hand. "You're all class, Dave. Plus if she dumps me she dumps you too," Brent smirked. "Nah we are mates forever now. We have bonded tonight haven't we Em?" Dave retorted wrapping an arm around Emily's shoulder. "Sure you can set me up on a blind date with one of your friends after Brent leaves me for some hot cheerleader because he imagined I was running away with my boss," Emily laughed. "While that does sound appealing, I don't think my wife would approve," Clive said from behind them, and Emily turned around aghast that he had overheard the conversation. "If it's a blind date you're looking for though, my nephew over there is single," Clive chuckled. "Call me prejudiced if you must, but I couldn't date a blues supporter!" Emily pulled a face. "I do believe you have had a good influence on her Brent," Dave laughed with the rest of the small group. It was late, and the stadium had pretty much emptied when they finally made their way down to the exits. Emily leaned up to kiss Brent as he turned toward the three friends, "Be there in a minute." He kissed Emily, I will ride back with them but will come to your hotel once we are back." "Clive wouldn't mind if you rode with us," she said softly. "Yeah but this is all part of the boys night, try and stay awake, I will call when I am there," Brent smiled and kissed her again running off toward s the bus. Emily walked with Clive to the car they had come in and smiled looking back over her shoulder. "Thank you Clive, this was so much fun," she smiled. "He wasn't really the type I thought you would be dating, bit rough around the edges for a put together young woman like you," Clive commented. "He's a good guy," she smiled, "There is no..." she was about to say bullshit, but that wasn't the right word, when he was with his friends, he was full of it. She began again. "He is just so open, up front, what you see is what you get, type of thing. He doesn't have those different faces, so many people put on in different facets of their life, he is just ... Brent." "Well there is always something to be said for honesty, but does he challenge you? A young woman like you needs to be challenged," Clive said frankly. He quite liked the young woman sitting beside him and hoped she would do extraordinary things within his company. "I guess he challenges me in different ways to work," she had the decency to blush at the admission. "To be more spontaneous and take risks and believe in things like team spirit and passion for a cause. Like the game tonight, if we had have believed the figures... if the team had have believed what that data said..." she spread her hands trying to explain. "Indeed," Clive replied. They bid each other goodnight agreeing on a time, to meet in the restaurant, for breakfast before checking out. Not knowing how long it would take Brent to come find her Emily lay on the bed and closed her eyes with her phone in her hand thinking she would rest a little. Brent had sung the victory songs along with the rest of the guys of the bus on the way back to the hotel revelling in the feeling of being on the victorious side. At the hotel though, he had slapped his mates on the back as they went up to their room and bid them goodnight. In his room, he retrieved the small box that he had carried with him for so long. His friends suppositions about the photo's Emily had sent today had scared him, and he knew he didn't want to lose her to someone more at home in her realms of work and family influence. He left again grabbing a cab and heading to The Darling Hotel with one thought in his mind. Standing in the lobby he called her and when her sleepy voice answered he felt a pang of guilt that he had not come directly from the stadium with her. Emily rode down in the silent elevator, the doors opening slowly. Before she even had time to look for Brent he was there, wrapping her in a tight hug and walking her back into the lift. The door closed behind them but didn't move and as he finally let her come up for air she wriggled from his arms slightly to swipe her card and press the floor they needed. Continuing to kiss and fondle each other in the empty corridor as they moved to her room once again she had to fight her way free of his tight embrace to swipe her card at the door almost tumbling inside with the weight of Brent pressing against her. The door closed noisily after them as their hands moved to undress one another, their clothes littering the floor on the way to the bed as finally they fell into a lovers embrace. Brent leaned to kissing Emily nipping at her bottom lip and teasing it with his tongue. His hands moved to hold her face between them as he gazed down on her momentarily before kissing her passionately, twining his tongue around hers. Emily was so hot, she wanted him so much, she wanted him inside of her, she wanted for him to make her explode like only he could do. She tried to move her hips so she could move herself up into him, to feel him against her. His hands went to her hips once more and stopped her. He held her, so there was a slight distance between them. When she looked at him he smiled at her, and she almost growled at him. His hands moved across her body. His mouth moved to one of her nipples as his hands continued to caress her. She arched her back and gave a sigh of pleasure as he gently took it between his teeth. His tongue teased the pink nub and her hands moved into his hair as he started to suck on it. Emily arched slightly at the sensations and he moved to the other as she felt the heat growing within her. She could feel his hands moving along her inner thighs now, and she moved her hips down trying to encourage him higher but only the side of his hands brushed across her hot pussy she whimpered in need, and he whispered, "So eager and I just got started." Brent's mouth moved from her tits and worked their way down her stomach teasing at her navel. His hands moved to spread her thighs widely as his mouth moved lower. Emily's hands were still in his hair, holding his head and trying to guide him to the place that need his attention the most be he seemed to be enjoying the slow tease and would not let her rush him. His fingers teased the outside of her pussy. He could feel how hot and wet she was. He loved knowing that he could have this affect on her this was just as much a turn on for him as it was for her. They seemed to bring out the best in each other. His tongue replaced his fingers that were teasing her. He had to hold her hips still as he fluttered his tongue over her pussy, putting more and more pressure on her clit with each stroke. She was trying to move her hips, but the pressure of his hands holding her thighs widely made it almost impossible for her. Emily was panting and mewling loudly by the time he moved a finger into her wet pussy, and as his mouth closed over her clit once more she arched her back and stiffened beneath him. Her hands held his head tightly as she came and he licked and kissed gently till she calmed. Her fingers caressed his hair and neck, down to his shoulders as she tried to breathe deeply and calm her trembling body. He moved to up the bed again covering her totally with his own body. She reached between them, to wrap her fingers around the hard cock that still needed to be taken care of. She brushed her fingers across the pre-cum that had escaped him and rubbed it all over the head while the other hand moved to cup his balls, holding them and massaging them in her hand. She wrapped her legs around his hips as she tried to guide his cock to her but still wouldn't be rushed and he teased her with slight movements of his hips. He entered her slowly. The heat of her pussy surrounding his cock as he moved at his own slow pace until he was buried deep inside her was so hot and tight around him. He stayed still for a moment enjoying the feel of her and looking down into the face of the woman he loved. He wanted to make the moment last, but she was not cooperating. Her hips were grinding upward onto him as if trying to take him in deeper and faster. Her pussy muscles were gripping him milking at his cock. Her mouth was moving on his neck, her teeth nipping, her tongue licking and her nails were running his back and his ass. He could not hold back anymore. He started moving with slow smooth strokes at first. Her nails dug into his ass checks showing her need for more. He thrust harder into her hard and deep, beginning a more forceful pounding motion and she gave satisfying gasps that told him she was building to yet another climax. Her fingers gripped his ass harder, and she attempted to pull him deeper and harder into her. Her hips rose up to meet his pounding thrusts. His cock was ready to explode and finally giving in to all he felt he slammed into her and groaned loudly. They came together. Her pussy muscles moving in spasms and milking the cum from his cock. Their hips ground against each other's until there was nothing left to give and her arms held him tight as he collapsed on top of her. Their hands caressed each other softly. He rolled to the side taking her with him. Still inside of her. They look into each other's eyes and kissed softly. His arms held her to him as she nuzzled his neck, kissing it softly before closing her eyes sleep pulling at her. Brent knew she would have to work in the morning, and though he had wanted, in this moment, to propose he let her sleep instead. He realised tonight that waiting for the perfect moment was asinine when every moment they had together was pretty close to perfect. "Marry me," he whispered thinking her asleep already. "No, because you're only asking because your dumbass friends had you half convinced I had run off with a sugar daddy," he said in a sleep voice and half opened her eyes to look up at him. "Am not," he said a little too petulantly. He stood up and grabbed his bag from beside the door where he had dropped it. "Mm" she murmured watching him, "its okay I am only using you for that gorgeous body of your anyway." She grinned cheekily as his head came up quickly frowning caught off guard by her seemingly off hand remark. "I feel so used," He attempted a pout before taking the small box from his bag. He pounced on her seeing her grin widen, pinning her to the bed and kissing her. Sitting back up and straddling her body he held out his palm with the small box and at looked at her seriously. Emily squeaked, she had honestly thought he had asked when he thought she was asleep because he didn't actually mean it, but the ring told her differently. She was speechless, and she blinked up at him not truly comprehending why he had it here when he couldn't have known she would be in Sydney, as well. She opened her mouth to ask him, but nothing came out. "I've been carrying it with me for months now waiting for the right moment," he said as if reading her thoughts, "I should have asked a long time ago." He grinned at her, the smile at odds with the uncertainty clouding his eyes as she continued to stare at the box and him not making a move to take it. Finally, he opened the box for her. Again she gasped as she looked at the beautiful princess cut diamond solitaire. Tears sprung unbidden to Emily's eyes, and she gulped loudly. "Hey, don't cry you can still use me for my body," Brent tried to lighten the mood by flexing his muscles dropping the box onto her belly, totally unsure of her reaction and what it meant. "With moves like that how could I say no?" Emily picked up the ring and grinned, "You going to put it on my finger or will we just leave it in the box so I can look at it a bit longer between your poses." Brent dropped his pose and with proper care and tenderness he took the ring from her and slipped it onto her finger. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you two," Emily replied with a wide smile and they lay in the enormous bed watching the sun rise over the opera house content within one another's arms.