Prompt Table 002: Passion
Who: Joanna and Eric
What: Oh baby, oh baby.
When: Undefined time in the future, night.
Where: Eldo Land
Why: 'Cuz of this madness.
Light, Joanna realized as the door swung open, was truly a beautiful thing.
Not just sunlight. In fact, sunlight could go screw itself. Moonlight, this was the perfect one. Or any light, really. Any light that could do that to a man, the one standing in the doorway to The Greasy Stool with the icy blue eyes that sucked up her ability to think, was perfect. Wonderful. Amazing.
The way it played off his hair, working it's way down his face and defining that smug smirk -- Was that his default expression? Really? -- and the lips that made it, his eyes, his shoulders, every last inch of that body...
It was too much. But it was so perfect.
"I've been looking for you."
The way he said it made it sound like all this, right here and now, had been a forgone conclusion from the moment they met. Joanna might've wanted to argue, just for the sake of her own dignity, but she couldn't seem to manage it.
"I'm not hard to find." She forced a nervous laugh, straightening up from her spot behind the bar. Maybe that would be where she found dignity, pretending to be casual and only half failing at it. She could do that, couldn't she?
Eric came into the bar, smooth and calm, and closed the door behind himself. When she heard the click of him turning the lock, she jumped.
Maybe she couldn't.
"You're alone?" It was a formality, small talk, but she still nodded. And he nodded. "Good."
Yes. Very good.
Joanna's eyes dropped to his feet as he took that first step, but she looked up sharply and barely held back a gasp as Eric became a blur, coming to an abrupt stop in front of her. That smirk, unaffected and unchanged, now came with a gleam in his eyes she could catch when she managed to raise hers to his.
"Oh God." She muttered. "This is really happening, isn't it."
He lifted a shoulder, let it drop. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
She opened her mouth to say something, anything witty or approaching sarcasm, and came up dry. She closed it. And he grinned. The grin was just as smug as the smirk. Moreso. His hands were on her after that, lifting her from behind the bar, onto it. And then Eric was in front of her, close, too close, and she could hardly breathe.
"Don't worry." He promised, tilting his head as he watched her. "This will be amazing."
Joanna closed her eyes as he leaned in, she could feel the cold radiating off him, off his lips, and he was just--
The pounding at the door was the ugliest thing ever.
Joanna didn't immediately have this thought as her eyes snapped open, she yelped and flailed, and rolled right out of bed. All that was pretty damn distracting. But she did have it afterward. Cursing to herself, she looked at the time. Eight. Eight what? Eight AM? Eight PM?
A quick look to the right, and she saw it was dark outside. So eight PM. And that meant she knew who was at the door.
The second round of pounding jerked her out of her frustration. "I'm coming!"
Ahem.
Fixing her hair and smoothing out her clothes, Joanna bit her tongue to hold down a yawn as she walked to the door and ripped it open. She made sure to do so with all the indignity a woman woken up from a Harlequin romance dream could carry. Or a 'Dear Penthouse forum' wannabe dream. She'd figure out which one it was later.
The man standing there, the jackass, needed to be focused on. Just for different reasons now.
"Even I'm awake around this time." Eric smirked, arms folded as he quirked an eyebrow at Joanna, looking her over. "Is this a bad time?"
"No." Yes. Joanna pushed her hair behind her ear. "I took a nap." Her eyes dropped down to his lips, and she tried desperately not to think about the dream she'd just had. The slow flush sliding up her neck towards her face told her how stupid an idea that was.
"I see." Eric said casually, and nodded. At the long and awkward silence that followed, where she flat out couldn't look at him, he didn't look bothered. Just entertained. "I believe you were going to show me a potential location for my club."
Oh, hell. She was going to do that, wasn't she.
"Y-Yep, just... Give me a minute. Okay? One minute." She went to her nightstand, snatching up her cellphone and her car keys. And only noticed then how hot her face truly felt. And felt the scrutiny coming from behind her. He was reading her, she could feel it.
"Nice dreams?"
She flinched.
This grin, the one she hated, she didn't even have to turn around to see. She could hear it.
"Don't worry. It's hardly the first time it's happened. Shall we go?"
Bastard.
What: Oh baby, oh baby.
When: Undefined time in the future, night.
Where: Eldo Land
Why: 'Cuz of this madness.
Light, Joanna realized as the door swung open, was truly a beautiful thing.
Not just sunlight. In fact, sunlight could go screw itself. Moonlight, this was the perfect one. Or any light, really. Any light that could do that to a man, the one standing in the doorway to The Greasy Stool with the icy blue eyes that sucked up her ability to think, was perfect. Wonderful. Amazing.
The way it played off his hair, working it's way down his face and defining that smug smirk -- Was that his default expression? Really? -- and the lips that made it, his eyes, his shoulders, every last inch of that body...
It was too much. But it was so perfect.
"I've been looking for you."
The way he said it made it sound like all this, right here and now, had been a forgone conclusion from the moment they met. Joanna might've wanted to argue, just for the sake of her own dignity, but she couldn't seem to manage it.
"I'm not hard to find." She forced a nervous laugh, straightening up from her spot behind the bar. Maybe that would be where she found dignity, pretending to be casual and only half failing at it. She could do that, couldn't she?
Eric came into the bar, smooth and calm, and closed the door behind himself. When she heard the click of him turning the lock, she jumped.
Maybe she couldn't.
"You're alone?" It was a formality, small talk, but she still nodded. And he nodded. "Good."
Yes. Very good.
Joanna's eyes dropped to his feet as he took that first step, but she looked up sharply and barely held back a gasp as Eric became a blur, coming to an abrupt stop in front of her. That smirk, unaffected and unchanged, now came with a gleam in his eyes she could catch when she managed to raise hers to his.
"Oh God." She muttered. "This is really happening, isn't it."
He lifted a shoulder, let it drop. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
She opened her mouth to say something, anything witty or approaching sarcasm, and came up dry. She closed it. And he grinned. The grin was just as smug as the smirk. Moreso. His hands were on her after that, lifting her from behind the bar, onto it. And then Eric was in front of her, close, too close, and she could hardly breathe.
"Don't worry." He promised, tilting his head as he watched her. "This will be amazing."
Joanna closed her eyes as he leaned in, she could feel the cold radiating off him, off his lips, and he was just--
The pounding at the door was the ugliest thing ever.
Joanna didn't immediately have this thought as her eyes snapped open, she yelped and flailed, and rolled right out of bed. All that was pretty damn distracting. But she did have it afterward. Cursing to herself, she looked at the time. Eight. Eight what? Eight AM? Eight PM?
A quick look to the right, and she saw it was dark outside. So eight PM. And that meant she knew who was at the door.
The second round of pounding jerked her out of her frustration. "I'm coming!"
Ahem.
Fixing her hair and smoothing out her clothes, Joanna bit her tongue to hold down a yawn as she walked to the door and ripped it open. She made sure to do so with all the indignity a woman woken up from a Harlequin romance dream could carry. Or a 'Dear Penthouse forum' wannabe dream. She'd figure out which one it was later.
The man standing there, the jackass, needed to be focused on. Just for different reasons now.
"Even I'm awake around this time." Eric smirked, arms folded as he quirked an eyebrow at Joanna, looking her over. "Is this a bad time?"
"No." Yes. Joanna pushed her hair behind her ear. "I took a nap." Her eyes dropped down to his lips, and she tried desperately not to think about the dream she'd just had. The slow flush sliding up her neck towards her face told her how stupid an idea that was.
"I see." Eric said casually, and nodded. At the long and awkward silence that followed, where she flat out couldn't look at him, he didn't look bothered. Just entertained. "I believe you were going to show me a potential location for my club."
Oh, hell. She was going to do that, wasn't she.
"Y-Yep, just... Give me a minute. Okay? One minute." She went to her nightstand, snatching up her cellphone and her car keys. And only noticed then how hot her face truly felt. And felt the scrutiny coming from behind her. He was reading her, she could feel it.
"Nice dreams?"
She flinched.
This grin, the one she hated, she didn't even have to turn around to see. She could hear it.
"Don't worry. It's hardly the first time it's happened. Shall we go?"
Bastard.