31 Days: Day Twenty
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mindsplintersAnd again out of order but it's writing so... Nyah.
World: Film Noir
Characters: Will, Charlie
He watched her shift her eyes from one mundane object to another with a sick sort of amusement. The way she never risked her gaze to anything higher than the upper corner of the in-box so precisely placed at the far right corner of her desk, lined up with the surprising military precision she had brought his office workings - it was too much for his black humor. He thought he probably shouldn't be smiling at her discomfort but he figured he was only human and what she didn't see wouldn't hurt her.
Then again, if he were honest, he would still be smiling even if her big brown eyes were fixed directly on his face. Divine justice and the nature of a superior smugness added up to dangerous levels in a man like Will.
Her fingers fiddled with a pen until it slipped from her grip and went skidding across the desk. He smirked as she bit her lower lip then and moved forward to hitch one hip on the only empty corner of her desk, just barely to her left. She started back minutely as he invaded her focused field of vision. He watched in fascination then as she drew a deep, slow breath until the buttons on her deep blue sweater strained against their threads. "You know," she began lowly on the exhale, "if I didn't know better, I'd ask you if your mother never taught you any manners. It's rude to stare."
"But you know me fairly well," he returned, voice thick with an undeniable smirk. "So you know..."
"That you only have manners when it suits you." She grimaced at her blotter for a moment before pressing her palms against the edge of the desk and pushing hard. Her chair squeaked in protest at the abrupt, ungentle motion but moved obediently until she had room to stand. Then she smoothed her skirt in absent habit and shot him a quick glance where he sat atop her desk. Two quick steps took her to the other side and put the heavy piece between them once more. Only then did she meet his eyes. The pink in her cheeks was more noticeable now but she lifted her chin a bit in the familiar gesture of defiance. "I'd really appreciate it if you let that," she hesitated, "that slip go. I don't know what came over me."
Will slid from the desk and straightened. Now that she was looking at him, he allowed the grin to grow. He took a few steps around the desk, nearing her again. "I think I do. Want to hear my theory?"
"No, thank you." The blush deepened but it was joined with a scowl now. She side-stepped again to keep the desk between them.
"Why not?" He took another step and found it immediately mirrored by the curvy blonde.
She pursed her lips and he felt laughter in the back of his throat at the pure annoyance rising in her expression. The embarrassment lingered but it was losing the battle to her temper. "Because it's just mean," she finally snapped and she brought a small fist down on the desk. "I told you to forget it. Jerk."
"If you're all for forgetting it, why are you running?"
"I'm not..." She stopped, balanced on one foot as if only just then realizing that she had started to take another step to counter his movement. She flushed and made a low noise of annoyed discontent in the back of her throat. "You're not a nice man at all," she informed him tartly.
"Nope." Finishing his journey around the desk, Will reached her side and slipped an arm around her small waist with lazy confidence. A neat tug unbalanced her and she fell against him obligingly. "That's a problem now?"
She brought her heel down on his toe with just enough pressure to cause the start of a frown before bringing it away and sighing, head dropping to his shoulder. "It's always been a problem," Charlie muttered. "It's just worse now that I said I've fallen in love with you."
He hadn't thought she would say it again, had thought she would continue to dance away. His hand settled at the small of her back and, suddenly, he was considering that the desk had been a very safe idea, after all.
World: Film Noir
Characters: Will, Charlie
He watched her shift her eyes from one mundane object to another with a sick sort of amusement. The way she never risked her gaze to anything higher than the upper corner of the in-box so precisely placed at the far right corner of her desk, lined up with the surprising military precision she had brought his office workings - it was too much for his black humor. He thought he probably shouldn't be smiling at her discomfort but he figured he was only human and what she didn't see wouldn't hurt her.
Then again, if he were honest, he would still be smiling even if her big brown eyes were fixed directly on his face. Divine justice and the nature of a superior smugness added up to dangerous levels in a man like Will.
Her fingers fiddled with a pen until it slipped from her grip and went skidding across the desk. He smirked as she bit her lower lip then and moved forward to hitch one hip on the only empty corner of her desk, just barely to her left. She started back minutely as he invaded her focused field of vision. He watched in fascination then as she drew a deep, slow breath until the buttons on her deep blue sweater strained against their threads. "You know," she began lowly on the exhale, "if I didn't know better, I'd ask you if your mother never taught you any manners. It's rude to stare."
"But you know me fairly well," he returned, voice thick with an undeniable smirk. "So you know..."
"That you only have manners when it suits you." She grimaced at her blotter for a moment before pressing her palms against the edge of the desk and pushing hard. Her chair squeaked in protest at the abrupt, ungentle motion but moved obediently until she had room to stand. Then she smoothed her skirt in absent habit and shot him a quick glance where he sat atop her desk. Two quick steps took her to the other side and put the heavy piece between them once more. Only then did she meet his eyes. The pink in her cheeks was more noticeable now but she lifted her chin a bit in the familiar gesture of defiance. "I'd really appreciate it if you let that," she hesitated, "that slip go. I don't know what came over me."
Will slid from the desk and straightened. Now that she was looking at him, he allowed the grin to grow. He took a few steps around the desk, nearing her again. "I think I do. Want to hear my theory?"
"No, thank you." The blush deepened but it was joined with a scowl now. She side-stepped again to keep the desk between them.
"Why not?" He took another step and found it immediately mirrored by the curvy blonde.
She pursed her lips and he felt laughter in the back of his throat at the pure annoyance rising in her expression. The embarrassment lingered but it was losing the battle to her temper. "Because it's just mean," she finally snapped and she brought a small fist down on the desk. "I told you to forget it. Jerk."
"If you're all for forgetting it, why are you running?"
"I'm not..." She stopped, balanced on one foot as if only just then realizing that she had started to take another step to counter his movement. She flushed and made a low noise of annoyed discontent in the back of her throat. "You're not a nice man at all," she informed him tartly.
"Nope." Finishing his journey around the desk, Will reached her side and slipped an arm around her small waist with lazy confidence. A neat tug unbalanced her and she fell against him obligingly. "That's a problem now?"
She brought her heel down on his toe with just enough pressure to cause the start of a frown before bringing it away and sighing, head dropping to his shoulder. "It's always been a problem," Charlie muttered. "It's just worse now that I said I've fallen in love with you."
He hadn't thought she would say it again, had thought she would continue to dance away. His hand settled at the small of her back and, suddenly, he was considering that the desk had been a very safe idea, after all.
