Step Up
Title: Step Up
Author: bugs
Word Count: 300
taxiverse #17
~*~
Strong arms held Laura tightly, to the point of breathlessness and pain-- her breasts were crushed against his hard chest as they kissed. And kissed... She'd noticed his large, sharp-knuckled hands while he drove, and now they were gripping her with that loose strength like he'd held the steering wheel.
She had to get him back to her room, despite her bandage slipping and the ache in her breast. She broke away from his seeking mouth--
"When will I start?" he asked huskily.
Fantastic, a man who wanted direction. Grabbing his hand, she fumbled for her door key. "Right now."
"You want to be driven somewhere?"
"What?" She blinked at him foggily.
He tugged his hand loose. "You want me to be your private driver."
Exasperated, she sighed dramatically. "That was a story."
"Okay." He still wasn't joining her on the steps.
"I think you know what I want." She meant to sound seductive, but her voice wavered.
Now he did step up to face her and cupped her cheek. "Yeah, I do," he said softly.
She covered his mouth with her hand before he could say but. She understood this wasn't a hayfield under shimmering stars. Press loitered in the halls, Richard would be calling, wanting her to come to his room.
"Will you drive me home?" she whispered.
He nodded, his blue eyes bright over her shaking fingers.
"Okay." She lowered her hand. "I've got one more day at the conference."
Suddenly contrite, she looked him over. "You don't have any clothes-- where have you been staying?"
"I bought a couple pairs of shorts," he said, full of humor.
Boxers or briefs, she wondered, stepping closer, her own gaze sparkling.
He shook his head. "I'll be waiting in the morning."
"Mars Day," she remembered. "It'll be Mars Day."
~ end
Author: bugs
Word Count: 300
taxiverse #17
~*~
Strong arms held Laura tightly, to the point of breathlessness and pain-- her breasts were crushed against his hard chest as they kissed. And kissed... She'd noticed his large, sharp-knuckled hands while he drove, and now they were gripping her with that loose strength like he'd held the steering wheel.
She had to get him back to her room, despite her bandage slipping and the ache in her breast. She broke away from his seeking mouth--
"When will I start?" he asked huskily.
Fantastic, a man who wanted direction. Grabbing his hand, she fumbled for her door key. "Right now."
"You want to be driven somewhere?"
"What?" She blinked at him foggily.
He tugged his hand loose. "You want me to be your private driver."
Exasperated, she sighed dramatically. "That was a story."
"Okay." He still wasn't joining her on the steps.
"I think you know what I want." She meant to sound seductive, but her voice wavered.
Now he did step up to face her and cupped her cheek. "Yeah, I do," he said softly.
She covered his mouth with her hand before he could say but. She understood this wasn't a hayfield under shimmering stars. Press loitered in the halls, Richard would be calling, wanting her to come to his room.
"Will you drive me home?" she whispered.
He nodded, his blue eyes bright over her shaking fingers.
"Okay." She lowered her hand. "I've got one more day at the conference."
Suddenly contrite, she looked him over. "You don't have any clothes-- where have you been staying?"
"I bought a couple pairs of shorts," he said, full of humor.
Boxers or briefs, she wondered, stepping closer, her own gaze sparkling.
He shook his head. "I'll be waiting in the morning."
"Mars Day," she remembered. "It'll be Mars Day."
~ end