He hears the words repeat in his mind....you.....me......supply closet?
Then again.... will..... help....in the.....he casually moves from his chair to follow her.
She feels his eyes on her back as they enter the small space.
He hears the door handle click behind him.
She feels her back press against the counter making more room.
He hears her request for the paper on the top shelf.
She feels his arm brush against hers as he steps close to reach for the paper.
He hears a swish past his head as something falls to the floor. A lid to a box.
She feels the tiny paper dots tickle her face as she looks up at the confetti of snow.
He hears her start to giggle and ask what a box of paper punched dots is doing in the supply closet.
She feels more giggles escape from her mouth as he explains the prank he has been planning for Dwight.
He hears her tease him at how insane he is for saving up three years worth of paper dots just for a prank.
She feels herself smile as she props herself up onto the cold counter, now almost eye-level with him. Her feet swinging gently in the air.
He hears her laugh turn into a sigh as she reaches for his tie and pulls him slightly toward her.
She feels her fingers reach out to his tousled hair to collect the small dots that reside.
He hears his heart pounding in his ears as she delicately pulls them out.
She feels him step closer to her, freeing his hands from his pockets, as he tenderly returns the favor.
He hears the voice in head shout at him Now
She feels her hand break away from his hair to brush them from his shoulders ...brush them from his chest.
He hears the doubts in his mind struggling.
She feels the heat of his body through his shirt under her hand that is reluctant to move.
He hears the voice again shouting louder NOW!
She feels him closer......
closer .......
closer.... he lightly brushes his cheek against hers , gliding his fingers up her arm steadily wrapping them around, scarcely squeezing. Her heartbeat quickening.
He hears her take a sharp breath in and then slowly out with a faint moan.
She feels his eyelashes caress he cheek as he makes his way toward her neck.
He hears her breathe in....
out....
in ....
out.
She feels his lips delicately graze her skin, sending shivers throughout her body.
He hears her mouth open as she licks her lips.
She feels him press against her knees willing them to open..
He hears her breathe in....
out.....
in....
out.
She feels him move his hand from her arm down to the hem of her shirt as his lips move up from her neck to her ear.
He hears the deafening sound of his heart pounding....pounding....poun...
She feels his teeth tug at her earlobe as his lips then gently surround it. Breathing in....out....in....out.
He hears her moan deep from her core.
She feels his hand gradually glide up her back branding itself firmly, with it's heat pressing their bodies together,
He hears the fabric on their bodies crush.
She feels his lips tear away from her ear, move across her cheek to finally reach hers.
He hears her voice like he always hoped he would, in his mouth.
She feels his lips fit perfectly on hers tugging , pressing, moving fiercely.
He hears nothing.
She feels everything.
He hears.....
She feels.....
He hears her bre.. No, no not yet. Don't let it end..... I need her for just a little while longer.
She feels his lips, his breath, his arms, his hands, his chest, his heart, break away from her leaving her cold.
He hears the doorknob start to jiggle.
She feels the blood rush to her cheeks as she opens her eyes to meet his.
He hears himself ask for forgiveness.
She feels his apology hit her as she quickly comes back to reality. She starts to tremble.
He hears the door click as he twists the knob.
She feels her eyes shut tight not wanting them to open. She does.
He is gone.
She hears him say No problem.
He feels his stomach turn as he follows her to the supply closet.
She hears him shut the door.
He feels his fingers quickly turn the lock, his heart beating faster.
She hears him say Sure as he reaches for the paper.
He feels for the paper on the top shelf.
She hears him shout a warning so she takes a side step.
He feels the slight embarrassment of paper dots littered all over the closet and himself.
She hears him apologize for the mess.
He feels her laugh resonate throughout his body, loving her even more than he thought possible.
She hears his plans for Dwight and the incredible amount of paper dots.
He feels so warm looking at her smiling. Looking down at the floor he shoves his hands in his pockets.
She hears her heart rationalize her actions.
He feels slight pressure on the back of his neck as she as she gently tugs on his tie willing him closer.
She hears her heart pounding in her ears.
He feels his fingers lightly touch her soft hair to remove those blessed paper dots.
She hears the voice in her head Please Jim .....Please.
He feels her hand on his shoulder now....on his chest....unbearable heat.
She hears the doubts in her mind struggling.
He feels his whole body on fire from the touch of her small hand.
She hears the voice again Please Jim Please.
He feels her closer.....
closer....
closer ...his cheek moving against hers. Her breath on his skin warm and soft.
She hears the voice Finally.
He feels his eyes close to a dreamlike state.
She hears him breathing in......
out.....
in......
out.
He feels the taste of her skin on his lips.
She hears his lips move on her neck.
He feels her knees move apart inviting him closer to her.
She hears a moan come deep from his throat.
He feels her hand gradually slide up his chest reaching his neck, gently forcing him closer to her.
She hears the deafening sound of her heart pounding.....pounding....poun
He feels her fingers run through his hair grasping the strands each time he nips at her ear.
She hears him breathing in....
out......
in....
out.
He feels her body press firmly against his leaving no space between.
She hears their breathing grow fierce.
He feels drawn to her soft wet lips. He has to taste her.
She hears him moan into her mouth.
He feels her tongue lick his lips inching its way to contend with his.
She hears nothing.
He feels everything.
She hears....
He feels...
She hears his breath grow soft.
He feels her lips for the last time on his knowing he has to stop....no.....don't stop......I........ have........to.........stop.
She hears their lips break apart.
He feels the need to apologize, even though he isn't the least bit sorry.
She hears his words but doesn't believe him.
He feels the urge to touch her hand, her face, her lips, her body one more time but all he feels is the cold metal in his hand.
She hears the doorknob unclick.
He feels his heart race as he runs his hand through his hair walking to his desk. He sits down ,lets out a breath and buries his face in his hands.