Everything at Once-Deleted Scene-11.3--Tease-Brian's POV--NC-17
Meanwhile after the elevator……
Author’s notes-This scene picks up immediately after the end of chapter ten, right after they’ve fucked in the elevator. The plot changed, so I couldn’t use it, but it’s always had a soft spot on my hard drive, so to speak. Be warned-the scene is titled this way for a reason.
Everything at Once- Deleted Scene 11.3-Tease-Brian’S POV-NC-17
BRIAN’S POV
“I don’t know why you’re even bothering to pull your pants up. You’re just going to walk three feet across the hall and take them off again.” He better not throw that shoe at me. I paid damn good money for those shoes. “If you throw that shoe at me, I’ll lock you out.”
"Ow!" That little fucker has good aim. That fucking hurt.
I don’t have the heart to lock him out.
He just walked across the hall with no pants on. The kid has balls. I can’t stop laughing. Plus, I can’t tell if he’s going to kiss me or hit me. He’s funny like that sometimes. I wait until he’s standing right in front of me in the middle of the outer room before I hang his necktie back around his neck.
“Truce?”
“I fucking hate you.” Ooooh, that is one mad little face.
“You do not. You love me.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“No big words. We talked about that.”
“Okay. Let me dumb-it-down for you. You-are-an-ass-hole.” He hands me his pants. “And now you don’t get to charm me out of my pants because I’m already out of them!”
He’s not that mad. He’s just hamming it up. I have to think about a way to make him happy really fast. “There are candy bars in the mini-bar.”
“Really? Will they cost you like twenty-five dollars a piece?”
“At least.” I’m sitting on the back of one of the sofas in here. He’s thinking about that.
“Okay, truce.” I knew that would work. He’s standing in front of the mini-bar, naked from the waist down, bent over, trying to figure out which candy bar he’s going to eat first. I've never been so fucking turned on in my entire life. He turns around with one in each hand. “They’re practically frozen.” I’m just staring at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you look hot as hell trying to pick out a fucking candy bar. How come I’ve never seen you do that before? Bend over and get something out of the refrigerator?”
“Because there’s never any food in the loft. Duh.”
“Oh yeah.” Must buy groceries. Lots of candy bars. “I’m waiting for my brain to reboot.” He walks over and starts kissing me.
“Let me do that for you. If we wait for you, it’ll take all night.” He’s such a little smart ass.
The candy bars go somewhere--fuck, I don’t know where--I’m sure he does-as he leans against me, settling between my legs, comfortable because he belongs there. I feel this warm sense of relief wash over me as I hold him like this, my eyes closed at first as I pray in some forgotten church somewhere for time to stop-just for a little bit. Nobody hears me--but him. And I don’t have to say anything.
He knows.
His lips remember every part of my face, his hands in my hair---
“Your hands are freezing.”
“That’s your fucking fault, Brian.”
--my head against him. I hear him loving me, smell his mouth on mine, that irresistible, pushy sweetness that he tastes like. That thing he does--
Making love to me when I still have all my clothes on.
His new shirt feels a little long on him. I pull him away from me.
“I want to look at you.”
This loose necktie hanging around his neck, inside his collar. This crisp white shirt, three or four buttons open, the only other thing he has on. He lost the jacket somewhere in here. I run my fingers down the tie. He looks down and smiles.
“This is actually one of yours.” I laugh.
He reaches down and pulls the tie out of my fingers, making me look at him. I hold him again, my hands around his waist, lower than the hem of his shirt.
Warm and sweet and soft against me. Wet.
He tells me what he wants.
“Please take me to bed.”
“After you.”
Author’s notes-This scene picks up immediately after the end of chapter ten, right after they’ve fucked in the elevator. The plot changed, so I couldn’t use it, but it’s always had a soft spot on my hard drive, so to speak. Be warned-the scene is titled this way for a reason.
Everything at Once- Deleted Scene 11.3-Tease-Brian’S POV-NC-17
BRIAN’S POV
“I don’t know why you’re even bothering to pull your pants up. You’re just going to walk three feet across the hall and take them off again.” He better not throw that shoe at me. I paid damn good money for those shoes. “If you throw that shoe at me, I’ll lock you out.”
"Ow!" That little fucker has good aim. That fucking hurt.
I don’t have the heart to lock him out.
He just walked across the hall with no pants on. The kid has balls. I can’t stop laughing. Plus, I can’t tell if he’s going to kiss me or hit me. He’s funny like that sometimes. I wait until he’s standing right in front of me in the middle of the outer room before I hang his necktie back around his neck.
“Truce?”
“I fucking hate you.” Ooooh, that is one mad little face.
“You do not. You love me.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“No big words. We talked about that.”
“Okay. Let me dumb-it-down for you. You-are-an-ass-hole.” He hands me his pants. “And now you don’t get to charm me out of my pants because I’m already out of them!”
He’s not that mad. He’s just hamming it up. I have to think about a way to make him happy really fast. “There are candy bars in the mini-bar.”
“Really? Will they cost you like twenty-five dollars a piece?”
“At least.” I’m sitting on the back of one of the sofas in here. He’s thinking about that.
“Okay, truce.” I knew that would work. He’s standing in front of the mini-bar, naked from the waist down, bent over, trying to figure out which candy bar he’s going to eat first. I've never been so fucking turned on in my entire life. He turns around with one in each hand. “They’re practically frozen.” I’m just staring at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you look hot as hell trying to pick out a fucking candy bar. How come I’ve never seen you do that before? Bend over and get something out of the refrigerator?”
“Because there’s never any food in the loft. Duh.”
“Oh yeah.” Must buy groceries. Lots of candy bars. “I’m waiting for my brain to reboot.” He walks over and starts kissing me.
“Let me do that for you. If we wait for you, it’ll take all night.” He’s such a little smart ass.
The candy bars go somewhere--fuck, I don’t know where--I’m sure he does-as he leans against me, settling between my legs, comfortable because he belongs there. I feel this warm sense of relief wash over me as I hold him like this, my eyes closed at first as I pray in some forgotten church somewhere for time to stop-just for a little bit. Nobody hears me--but him. And I don’t have to say anything.
He knows.
His lips remember every part of my face, his hands in my hair---
“Your hands are freezing.”
“That’s your fucking fault, Brian.”
--my head against him. I hear him loving me, smell his mouth on mine, that irresistible, pushy sweetness that he tastes like. That thing he does--
Making love to me when I still have all my clothes on.
His new shirt feels a little long on him. I pull him away from me.
“I want to look at you.”
This loose necktie hanging around his neck, inside his collar. This crisp white shirt, three or four buttons open, the only other thing he has on. He lost the jacket somewhere in here. I run my fingers down the tie. He looks down and smiles.
“This is actually one of yours.” I laugh.
He reaches down and pulls the tie out of my fingers, making me look at him. I hold him again, my hands around his waist, lower than the hem of his shirt.
Warm and sweet and soft against me. Wet.
He tells me what he wants.
“Please take me to bed.”
“After you.”