Later, in her bedroom, walls pale blue and the lights off, but it’s still sort of light outside and there’s snow falling so the whole room is glowing this dull winter gray, he’s hovering over her, breathing heavily and trying to comprehend the how and why of this situation but then she moves her hips and all he can comprehend is skin and how her fingertips run goosebump trails up and down his sides. And so he dips his head down, forehead against hers, mouth just barely grazing her lips. Her breath is on his cheek and his head bends down further, resting against her shoulder. He says her name against her skin, like some sort of plea for her to really let this happen. In response, she presses herself against him, moves her hips again in a way that-
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to lean over my desk again,” she says, her voice breathy and low and strained because it’s now, it’s happening right now and she’s squeezing her eyes closed and pressing her fingernails into his shoulder blades.
And he's never been more thankful for annoying coworkers and big sombreros.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Another fic sprouting from a weird mood and a beautiful song, Clean Getaway by Maria Taylor.
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