Summer Job

I'll see you in there*

15/09/1992
my skirt was just that bit higher and my shirt was just that one button lower; and i felt so sexy. that's all it took. i'm not one for dressing provocatively, not outrightly anyway; i'm provocative in my subtleties - even this was out of my comfort zone.

but do you want to know why? because damon. that's why. from the second i wake up to the second i fall asleep, he's playing on my mind. his charismatic aura makes me feel some type of way - a way in which that's impossible to put into words.

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i strutted through the entrance gates on that slightly chilly september's afternoon, the breeze finding its way up my skirt, wrapping around my thighs. i. felt. fucking. sexy.

typically, damon wasn't early this week. the one week where i was actually prepared to speak to him on arrival, unlike the past few weeks where i have been entering work all flustered in some way shape or form following a row with jamie.

making my way up the stairs to the staff room in order to deposit my bag, i failed to spot the infamous lover. it wasn't until a few hours into my shift that i first laid eyes on him.

i sent a brief smile in his direction, only to be met by his glare - tongue in cheek - it hadn't taken him long to notice. my eyes lit up and i shook my head as if to say what? he didn't respond, but instead dropped his shaking head as a smile took over his lips.

i strutted across the kitchen towards him in need for a bigger response. i placed my hand gently down onto the table a foot or so away from him, leaning onto that same arm. i crossed my legs and looked at him with a smug grin. his eyes lifted up to meet mine before he went on to comment on my appearance.

'i know what you're doing, love' he fluttered his eyelids.

my smile grew in response before he continued to say 'you look lovely' his smile broad, exposing his imperfect teeth and causing the creases in his cheeks to become visible.

i thanked him kindly before leaning in and placing a tender kiss on his cheek, the breeze from my swift departure leaving him slightly staggered.

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the empty kitchen, solely occupied by myself and kitchen's belongings, grew colder as the breeze from outside sept in through the cracked window in the corner of the room.

placing down my scourer, i made my way over to the window in order to cease the breeze. leaning over the dirty sink, my hands clutched the cold brass handle, tugging it towards me. feeling a warm, familiar pressure on my behind and cold hands beginning to wrap around my waist, i stood upright, reciprocating the pressure from behind me. hot breath trailed past my ear as damon chuckled at my gesture.

now profile, i began to smile - partially exposing my expression to him. his hands, now gaining a tighter grip around my waist, gently turned me around in order to face his beauty.

'couldn't resist' he smirked, slowly pulling his hands behind my back and towards my bum. 

'didn't take you long' i returned with a silky, sexy, seductive tone.

his former smile then made its way to my neck, sucking and kissing at my tender skin, causing a gentle moan to escape my lips. parting from my bum, his hand made its way up to my chin, pulling it down in order to level my lips with his.

before we embraced, his thumb glided across my lower lip, sliding along the dampened skin. running my hands through his sweaty blonde locks, we engaged in a sweetly sensual kiss - there was no holding back.

we were like magnets. north and south. we couldn't resist. his taste was infused with euphoria - my personal favourite flavour.

our lips abruptly parted following an impromptu interruption from chef.