[WaM] 023 - Being Intimate Strangers
[note: Follow up to this brilliant piece here. Flack borrowed but returned unscathed for the purpose of this fiction piece. No - verse - just Flack'n Elle]
It had been unexpected to say the least, but Elle wasn't exactly looking to question the events of the prior night. Rolling over she could smell him on his sheets and his pillow and for a moment she wondered if this was how all girls felt. Wanting this feeling to cling to her a bit longer though was a bit harder to grasp. He was already out of bed, waking up early and being kind enough not to attempt to wake her and send her on her way. Maybe this wasn't how all girls felt. From what she had heard, and what the few movies she'd seen recently had shown her usually the girl was sneaking out... which maybe she was supposed to be doing while he was in the shower.
It came over her in a moment of panic, wondering if she had missed her cue to leave completely. Clutching the sheet to her chest she wraps her other arm behind her, fisting the fabric into her hand resting at the small of her back. Bare feet slap onto the floor as she tries to reclaim the clothing that had made a less than discreet trail from the couch where it had begun to the bed where it had... her mind wanted to think ended, but really that wasn't exactly right either. Paused there for a moment caught in her own thought she let her mind drift over the actions of the night.
"You know, I like to keep my sheets."
Her body tensed for a moment as she spun around to his voice cutting right into her thoughts. Smiling she nodded, chewing on her bottom lip a bit, "I.. I wasn't taking them, I just didn't want to-"
"Wander around naked? I get it, but really I wouldn't have minded."
The flush that rises to her cheeks doesn't fade as quickly as she wanted it to, and the way he's smirking at her isn't helping either. Glancing down she spots her underwear and kneels to pick it up and tug it on underneath the sheet that she's still clutching to her chest. She watches him as he bends at the waist to snag her shirt off the ground in front of him. Moving toward her he holds it out to her, blue eyes practically making her knees weaken at the intensity of his stare.
"Thanks," she manages to murmur out as she drops her grip on the sheet at her back and reaches for the shirt. Letting her body lean toward him a bit, his hand withdraws slightly with the shirt as he leans in. Her focus is on the shirt, but soon enough it's on the fact that she's barely a breath away from him again and he smells clean. She pulls in a deep breath of him before his lips brush over hers softly. When he pulls back she's pretty sure she leans foward a bit more than needed, her hand finally closing over her shirt. Slipping her arms through the sleeves she glanced around for her bra, but figured it was on the other side of the bed.. or maybe near the couch. Shaking it off she managed to button up the shirt and left the sheet back on the bed.
Of course now she felt a bit awkward standing there in the middle of his bedroom while he moved around getting ready for work. Moving toward his dresser she fiddled with the small things atop it, his watch, badge, nothing really that she hadn't expected to see really. The sound of his shoes hitting the floor with a slight slide as he turned to grab something else from his closet caught her attention.
Turning to lean against the dresser he smiled at her as he draped his tie and finished buttoning up his cuffs. Without him asking she moved to meet him halfway her hands moving to the ends of his tie tugging the one end longer as she moved to tie it for him. He ducked a bit as her hand ran across the back of the collar, pulling it up so that it rested neater against the back of his neck. As he stood straighter she lifted up onto tiptoes, silently tightening the knot before moving to lay the collar back down over it.
Taking a step back she managed to step right onto her bra, which she picked up and sort of held there for a moment, "I'll be needing this."
"Probably your skirt too... it's..."
Elle had to laugh as she watched him try to figure out where exactly it had been tugged off of her hips. Her hand moved to cover her mouth a bit, as his hand ran over the back of his head. Both of them standing there, her in her underwear and shirt and him nearly dressed for work.
"Probably by the couch," she reassured him as she felt part of her wanting to have a moment to tell him that she hadn't expected this, that she wasn't the sort of girl that had even the chance for something like this. Yet standing there though in the new silence of everything not being said she was just like any other girl. Keeping the silence she moved toward the couch where she knew she'd find her skirt, slipping it on over her hips she pulled the zipper up along the side, twisting it to fit to her better as she glanced to the door where her shoes both lay. Her ankle rocked, shifting her foot onto it's side a bit, displacing her weight as well as making her entire stance a bit crooked.
The sound of his shoes came up behind her, as his hand rested to the small of her back. Shutting her eyes she pulled in a deep breath making sure that she didn't lean too much into the contact, because she knew it wasn't going to be something she'd get again anytime soon.
"You okay?"
Exhaling she nodded, "Yeah, I just don't want to go to work I guess."
"You n'me both."
Leaving the warm press of his hand behind she moved to gather her shoes, pressing her hip to the door as she tugged them on each foot, and grabbed her jacket from the hook on the back of the door. She shoved her bra into the pocket as she put the coat on, watching him once more as he put his suit jacket on them reached for his coat as well.
Her hands returned to the lapels of his jacket for a moment, setting them back when they were fine where they were really. Her eyes meeting his once more, "Thank you, Don."
The look in return was something that put confusion into a rather adorable eyebrow raise, and she just smiled in return brighter than ever. He shook it off and grinned back at her, "You got my number right?"
"9-1-1?" She teased as he opened the door for her.
"Yeah, just try that one, we'll see if they can foward it to my cell. The number-"
"I actually have, yep." She waited as he locked up behind them and the walk down to the garage where both their cars were parked felt a bit slower than needed, and it was filled with a lot more silence.
"Do you do this often?" Elle immediately hated herself for asking and tried to cover up over it quickly, "I mean I don't... well I haven't ever. Not ever ever, but like this I mean." There was a pause as she made it onto the landing, "Sorry."
He laughed in return, "Trust me what happened last night there's nothing to be sorry about, but it's not exactly a common occurance to be honest."
The sleeves of her jacket tugged down over her hands for a moment, "Right." She heard his keys come out of his jacket pocket, and in return dug hers out as well once she realized how close to their respective cars they were. Moving to the side of her car she heard him lean against the top of his, the sound of the zipper to his jacket hitting the window. Turning to look at him she smiled, mostly because he was smiling.
"We'll do dinner."
Raising an eyebrow she tipped her head aside, "When?"
He was thinking it over and she was pretty sure he was busy. He was a detective, and she knew better than most just how crazy the city was, and how much work he probably had to do on a day to day.
"How's tonight?"
Shaking her head she laughed, "Okay?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then, I'll call after I get off shift."
"You do that, and I'll change clothes."
"Hey, I know how that stuff all comes off, no fair switching the game up!"
Smirking she shook her head and opened her car door. "I'll make sure to keep you guessing Don," she called out to him as she settled into the driver's seat and started the engine. It took her a moment before she actually was ready to pull out of the space and head back to her apartment. Because for another few minutes she got to be just another girl, and maybe she liked it.
It had been unexpected to say the least, but Elle wasn't exactly looking to question the events of the prior night. Rolling over she could smell him on his sheets and his pillow and for a moment she wondered if this was how all girls felt. Wanting this feeling to cling to her a bit longer though was a bit harder to grasp. He was already out of bed, waking up early and being kind enough not to attempt to wake her and send her on her way. Maybe this wasn't how all girls felt. From what she had heard, and what the few movies she'd seen recently had shown her usually the girl was sneaking out... which maybe she was supposed to be doing while he was in the shower.
It came over her in a moment of panic, wondering if she had missed her cue to leave completely. Clutching the sheet to her chest she wraps her other arm behind her, fisting the fabric into her hand resting at the small of her back. Bare feet slap onto the floor as she tries to reclaim the clothing that had made a less than discreet trail from the couch where it had begun to the bed where it had... her mind wanted to think ended, but really that wasn't exactly right either. Paused there for a moment caught in her own thought she let her mind drift over the actions of the night.
"You know, I like to keep my sheets."
Her body tensed for a moment as she spun around to his voice cutting right into her thoughts. Smiling she nodded, chewing on her bottom lip a bit, "I.. I wasn't taking them, I just didn't want to-"
"Wander around naked? I get it, but really I wouldn't have minded."
The flush that rises to her cheeks doesn't fade as quickly as she wanted it to, and the way he's smirking at her isn't helping either. Glancing down she spots her underwear and kneels to pick it up and tug it on underneath the sheet that she's still clutching to her chest. She watches him as he bends at the waist to snag her shirt off the ground in front of him. Moving toward her he holds it out to her, blue eyes practically making her knees weaken at the intensity of his stare.
"Thanks," she manages to murmur out as she drops her grip on the sheet at her back and reaches for the shirt. Letting her body lean toward him a bit, his hand withdraws slightly with the shirt as he leans in. Her focus is on the shirt, but soon enough it's on the fact that she's barely a breath away from him again and he smells clean. She pulls in a deep breath of him before his lips brush over hers softly. When he pulls back she's pretty sure she leans foward a bit more than needed, her hand finally closing over her shirt. Slipping her arms through the sleeves she glanced around for her bra, but figured it was on the other side of the bed.. or maybe near the couch. Shaking it off she managed to button up the shirt and left the sheet back on the bed.
Of course now she felt a bit awkward standing there in the middle of his bedroom while he moved around getting ready for work. Moving toward his dresser she fiddled with the small things atop it, his watch, badge, nothing really that she hadn't expected to see really. The sound of his shoes hitting the floor with a slight slide as he turned to grab something else from his closet caught her attention.
Turning to lean against the dresser he smiled at her as he draped his tie and finished buttoning up his cuffs. Without him asking she moved to meet him halfway her hands moving to the ends of his tie tugging the one end longer as she moved to tie it for him. He ducked a bit as her hand ran across the back of the collar, pulling it up so that it rested neater against the back of his neck. As he stood straighter she lifted up onto tiptoes, silently tightening the knot before moving to lay the collar back down over it.
Taking a step back she managed to step right onto her bra, which she picked up and sort of held there for a moment, "I'll be needing this."
"Probably your skirt too... it's..."
Elle had to laugh as she watched him try to figure out where exactly it had been tugged off of her hips. Her hand moved to cover her mouth a bit, as his hand ran over the back of his head. Both of them standing there, her in her underwear and shirt and him nearly dressed for work.
"Probably by the couch," she reassured him as she felt part of her wanting to have a moment to tell him that she hadn't expected this, that she wasn't the sort of girl that had even the chance for something like this. Yet standing there though in the new silence of everything not being said she was just like any other girl. Keeping the silence she moved toward the couch where she knew she'd find her skirt, slipping it on over her hips she pulled the zipper up along the side, twisting it to fit to her better as she glanced to the door where her shoes both lay. Her ankle rocked, shifting her foot onto it's side a bit, displacing her weight as well as making her entire stance a bit crooked.
The sound of his shoes came up behind her, as his hand rested to the small of her back. Shutting her eyes she pulled in a deep breath making sure that she didn't lean too much into the contact, because she knew it wasn't going to be something she'd get again anytime soon.
"You okay?"
Exhaling she nodded, "Yeah, I just don't want to go to work I guess."
"You n'me both."
Leaving the warm press of his hand behind she moved to gather her shoes, pressing her hip to the door as she tugged them on each foot, and grabbed her jacket from the hook on the back of the door. She shoved her bra into the pocket as she put the coat on, watching him once more as he put his suit jacket on them reached for his coat as well.
Her hands returned to the lapels of his jacket for a moment, setting them back when they were fine where they were really. Her eyes meeting his once more, "Thank you, Don."
The look in return was something that put confusion into a rather adorable eyebrow raise, and she just smiled in return brighter than ever. He shook it off and grinned back at her, "You got my number right?"
"9-1-1?" She teased as he opened the door for her.
"Yeah, just try that one, we'll see if they can foward it to my cell. The number-"
"I actually have, yep." She waited as he locked up behind them and the walk down to the garage where both their cars were parked felt a bit slower than needed, and it was filled with a lot more silence.
"Do you do this often?" Elle immediately hated herself for asking and tried to cover up over it quickly, "I mean I don't... well I haven't ever. Not ever ever, but like this I mean." There was a pause as she made it onto the landing, "Sorry."
He laughed in return, "Trust me what happened last night there's nothing to be sorry about, but it's not exactly a common occurance to be honest."
The sleeves of her jacket tugged down over her hands for a moment, "Right." She heard his keys come out of his jacket pocket, and in return dug hers out as well once she realized how close to their respective cars they were. Moving to the side of her car she heard him lean against the top of his, the sound of the zipper to his jacket hitting the window. Turning to look at him she smiled, mostly because he was smiling.
"We'll do dinner."
Raising an eyebrow she tipped her head aside, "When?"
He was thinking it over and she was pretty sure he was busy. He was a detective, and she knew better than most just how crazy the city was, and how much work he probably had to do on a day to day.
"How's tonight?"
Shaking her head she laughed, "Okay?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then, I'll call after I get off shift."
"You do that, and I'll change clothes."
"Hey, I know how that stuff all comes off, no fair switching the game up!"
Smirking she shook her head and opened her car door. "I'll make sure to keep you guessing Don," she called out to him as she settled into the driver's seat and started the engine. It took her a moment before she actually was ready to pull out of the space and head back to her apartment. Because for another few minutes she got to be just another girl, and maybe she liked it.