Tin Roof Rusted
A/N: This is what happens when one is bored while studying, and listens to the song “Love Shack”. Whether it’s the B-2 original or the Glee cover, it doesn’t matter. It’s enough to inspire an interlude about two desperate students taking a much needed break.
Tin Roof Rusted
November 30, 2013
The streets of Dagat-Dagatan were, in most people’s minds, not the best place for a rendezvous. As far as Marce was concerned, if this was where Emil was going to be today, she was definitely not passing up the opportunity to see him. Never mind if she had some cases to read, or if she had spent some weeks putting in extra hours at the coffee shop; this was one meeting that had to be made.
It was relatively easy to find him even in the cramped alleys of this neighbourhood. The moment she caught sight of a familiar black fedora in a crowd of student volunteers, she lost no time in standing on tiptoe to try to make eye contact. It took some time before she caught his gaze, but once she saw his sensuous lips quirk upwards in his signature grin, she felt a shiver course down her spine. “Oh I am so in for it,” she thought as she stepped forward.
He swept off his fedora as he went to meet her. “Well, hello stranger,” he greeted. “You’re looking good.”
“So are you,” she said, fighting to keep a straight face. How was it that even in this rather grimy situation Emil could still look so dapper? More so, how could he manage to make her feel thrilled all over, even after their recent rough patch? She dug into her backpack for the gift she had brought for him, but she was stopped by the feel of his hand on her wrist.
He lifted her chin so that their eyes met. “I know I don’t have a rosette to give you today, but can I still have a moment?” he whispered in her ear.
It took her a moment to remember to breathe. “Yes, of course.” She shouldered her backpack as she followed him round a corner and then another, till they were standing at a cul-de-sac, bordered by some rickety shacks with low eaves. Here, she had to strain to hear the hustle and bustle from the ongoing activities beyond the houses. Marce set down her backpack on an upturned drum before reaching for Emil’s hands and squeezing them tightly. She somehow loved the feel of his smooth fingers against her own rough skin.
“I missed you,” he said, moving to grip her shoulders. “Several weeks....”
She nodded before pulling him down for a kiss. It had been far too long since they’d been together just as themselves, not as fellow students, a tutor and a tutee, or even as co-investigators and volunteers. She was intoxicated by the smoothness of his lips and the warmth of his hands on her back as he lifted her up so he could return the kiss. She soon felt something like hard concrete at her back, making her grit her teeth at the sudden roughness.
“I’m sorry for getting carried away,” Emil said, noticing perhaps how she’d winced. He kissed her cheek as he adjusted their position against the side of a house. “I just couldn’t get enough of you.”
“I know,” she said, her voice coming out more throatily than she’d expected. “We should never, ever do that again.”
“Kiss like this, nearly break up or go so many weeks without really talking?”
“Only the latter two, I think.”
He nodded. “You’re right.” His eyes were serious as he looked her in the face. “I’m really sorry too for all of that. You’re wonderful, you deserve to be loved, and I know you want me to be in your life. I know I shouldn’t have doubted us, ever.”
“Sometimes we can both be fools, Emil,” she said. She ran her hands up to his shoulders again. “I should have been more understanding.”
“You were the one who refused to give up. How much more understanding can you get?” he asked as he ran his thumbs over her cheeks.
“A little more, so you will never have reason to doubt too,” she replied. She kissed him again, lingering longer than usual. “Let me?” she murmured against his lips.
“As you wish,” he said hotly against her cheek.
She smiled, knowing that he was letting her take control. She pushed on his shoulders so that he was no longer leaning on her, and then rapidly turned them around so that now he was the one with his back to the wall. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him, using her weight to try to keep him pinned against the side of the house. He groaned as she deepened the kiss, daring to explore his mouth.
“Marce, the things you do,” he said hoarsely when they came up for air.
“I want you to think of this...think of how much you missed,” she whispered as she moved her hands slowly up and down his arms. “And I want to remember how much I missed.”
His eyes were dark with mischief as he planted a kiss on her jaw. “Minx.”
“You’re the hotter one.”
“Right,” he said as he leaned back and pulled on her shirt to bring her closer. She took this as a signal to kiss him again, this time running her hands over his chest. She broke the kiss to begin exploring the rest of his face with her lips, taking in every contour and smooth spot. He hissed when she moved her mouth to his neck, and he whispered her name into her ear.
In the middle of this passionate embrace, neither of them heard the creaks of metal overhead. As Marce pushed Emil up against the house again, the creaking grew louder. Emil quickly pulled them both out of the way as the eaves let out a mighty screech and gave way, crumbling to the ground just a few feet away.
Marce frowned at the hole in the roof above them. “Rusted. Someone’s got to work on that.”
“Later,” Emil said before kissing her again.