No Dinner?
Title: No Dinner?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I haven't written anything in first person in a long while. Ugh.
Summary: A simple work crush.
Notes: First person.
Another day full of temptation at work. It wasn't fair; in fact, I was pretty sure there should be a law about things like this. I mean come on, a girl can only go so long between boyfriends before the temptation builds up, right? Or maybe I'm the only one. In any event working in close quarters with a man so mouth-watering sexy I was sure he was cut out to be a model was wearing on my self control. And judging by the looks he'd been giving me the past few days I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one feeling that way. So what was stopping me? Nothing.
And everything.
For the first week or so it wasn't so bad. In fact it was kind of refreshing, to just have a simple crush was... intoxicating. I loved it. But we chatted and got to know each other, and as time passed it was beginning to feel like a tad bit more than just a simple crush. Sighing, I curled up on the couch in my apartment with a cup of tea, staring blindly out the window. We had so much in common it was almost funny. It seemed more often than not we would get lost in conversation and lose track of the time. And just as often our conversation was filled with flirting and subtle (and not so subtle) signals of interest.
Lost in thought I took a sip of the tea and noticed it had grown cold. Pity. I swung my legs out from under me and moved to stand, brushing my blond hair from my face as I moved towards the kitchen. I must have lost track of time since it was around when I would normally have been heading for bed. Good thing I had the weekend off this time round. The downside of course being that I wouldn't see him for a few days. Maybe I could think of a way to tell him how I felt before then. If not, hey, things were going alright for now.
A knock at the door startled me form my thoughts. Hmm, 11pm. I wonder who that could be. Frowning slightly I answered the door, then blinked with surprise. "Matt? What are you doing.." His lips came crashing down on mine and I could taste the tang of whiskey as his tongue traced my lower lip tenderly. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.
"I can't get you out of my head. You're all I think about lately." He murmurred against my lips as he continued to kiss me. A slow smile spread across my face, as I pressed him back, my hands flat against his chest.
"So thats why you show up, drunk, and just kiss me?" I pretended to be angry, the slightest touch of a smile curving my lips, seductively I rather thought. "Men. Y'know the proper thing to do would have been to take me out for dinner, ply me with wine and romance, and then kiss me." Laughing, I twisted my hands in his shirt and pulled him close once more. "But I'm not complaining," I whispered before claiming his lips with mine.
Well, at least I didn't have to worry about what I was going to say to him after the weekend...
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I haven't written anything in first person in a long while. Ugh.
Summary: A simple work crush.
Notes: First person.
Another day full of temptation at work. It wasn't fair; in fact, I was pretty sure there should be a law about things like this. I mean come on, a girl can only go so long between boyfriends before the temptation builds up, right? Or maybe I'm the only one. In any event working in close quarters with a man so mouth-watering sexy I was sure he was cut out to be a model was wearing on my self control. And judging by the looks he'd been giving me the past few days I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one feeling that way. So what was stopping me? Nothing.
And everything.
For the first week or so it wasn't so bad. In fact it was kind of refreshing, to just have a simple crush was... intoxicating. I loved it. But we chatted and got to know each other, and as time passed it was beginning to feel like a tad bit more than just a simple crush. Sighing, I curled up on the couch in my apartment with a cup of tea, staring blindly out the window. We had so much in common it was almost funny. It seemed more often than not we would get lost in conversation and lose track of the time. And just as often our conversation was filled with flirting and subtle (and not so subtle) signals of interest.
Lost in thought I took a sip of the tea and noticed it had grown cold. Pity. I swung my legs out from under me and moved to stand, brushing my blond hair from my face as I moved towards the kitchen. I must have lost track of time since it was around when I would normally have been heading for bed. Good thing I had the weekend off this time round. The downside of course being that I wouldn't see him for a few days. Maybe I could think of a way to tell him how I felt before then. If not, hey, things were going alright for now.
A knock at the door startled me form my thoughts. Hmm, 11pm. I wonder who that could be. Frowning slightly I answered the door, then blinked with surprise. "Matt? What are you doing.." His lips came crashing down on mine and I could taste the tang of whiskey as his tongue traced my lower lip tenderly. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.
"I can't get you out of my head. You're all I think about lately." He murmurred against my lips as he continued to kiss me. A slow smile spread across my face, as I pressed him back, my hands flat against his chest.
"So thats why you show up, drunk, and just kiss me?" I pretended to be angry, the slightest touch of a smile curving my lips, seductively I rather thought. "Men. Y'know the proper thing to do would have been to take me out for dinner, ply me with wine and romance, and then kiss me." Laughing, I twisted my hands in his shirt and pulled him close once more. "But I'm not complaining," I whispered before claiming his lips with mine.
Well, at least I didn't have to worry about what I was going to say to him after the weekend...