Loud House Experience Chapter 6

Chapter 12 part 2

"Sweetheart, no one stays behind because they have some free time." He pointed out, stifling a laugh. "Come on, what's the real reason?"

"That is the real reason."

He raised a brow at her. He didn't want to believe her, but he found himself to see that she was actually telling him the truth. That was a little sad. He snickered and wiped a tear away. Elena rolled her eyes as a smile made its way on her face.

"Pathetic, isn't it?" She said leaning on the opposite side of the wall, legs crossed over each other. "What about you?"

"Overdue paperwork." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

Nate was slightly uncomfortable and it wasn't because he was trapped in a damn elevator with his attractive co-worker. It was because he was so used to arguing that he never really had a decent conversation, let alone whatever the hell he was feeling. He didn't know what to think and before he knew it a small smile was placing itself on his lips. This was new for him. He didn't want to give it up. He wasn't so sure if Elena was even feeling the same thing.

"I think this is the first time you and I are actually getting along. It's kind of nice." He flashed her a genuine look that made her stomach flutter. She refused to believe what it meant.

There was a moment of silence, letting it linger longer than needed. It gave them enough time to figure out what the hell they're doing. They were going to be stuck in there for the next few hours. Right now, Nathan doubted he could focus on that since all he could really keep his eye on was Elena Fisher. He mentally sighed, telling himself to get his shit together. They're barely managing to get along. He'd probably screw it up within the next minute or so. What the hell did he have to lose?

"What was your first impression of me?" He asked out of the blue, an odd glint shinning in his eyes. Elena raised a brow. "Humor me. We're gonna' be here a while."

"I thought you were a self-righteous asshole with a god complex." Elena dryly said. Nate tilted his head to the side.

"Ouch. I think that stung a little." He feigned a hurt look, placing a hand over his heart.

"I think your ego can handle it."

"Can you handle it?" He waggled his brows. Elena scoffed.

"What are you, five?" She snickered.

"Apparently 'I'm a self-righteous asshole with a god complex.'" He smugly said with a smirk. She was slightly caught off guard. She crossed her arms.

"You think you're charming, aren't you?" She stood her ground, picking her back off the wall as she firmly locked eyes with him.

"Depends on what you think is charming." He said steadily as he took a step forward, almost closing the space in between.

"You're impossible." She mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

Elena was about to take a small step back when she suddenly felt Nate's hand grab her arm and kept her in place. He didn't even know what happened until it was too late and even then he just stared right at her, lost in her viridian eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat feeling his heart beat roughly in his chest. He hoped to god she didn't hear it.

Elena never moved. She stared right back at him with the same intense glint. Despite all his sarcastic jokes, she found Nathan Drake to be quite friendly and yet there was something about him that she couldn't place her finger on. Perhaps they were struggling with this new unfound territory. Whatever it was or whatever force that brought them together, they weren't denying they actually enjoyed their company, among other things. Nate found himself tugging Elena closer, his hand resting on her cheek and placed his lips over hers in a slow kiss. He didn't know what possessed him. What he did know was that he wanted to taste and feel every part of her, explore every content and let his mind go on overdrive.

"I'm sorry. . . I shouldn't have done that." Nate abruptly pulled away as he stumbled over his words.

"Shut up." Elena whispered as she dragged him forward, placing her mouth over his again.

Nate smiled into the kiss. His hand rested at the side of her cheek, running his thumb lightly over her jaw. He wrapped his other arm around her waist as she let her fingers run through his soft hair. She roughly tugged on him, hearing a painful, yet satisfied moan. She tasted like coffee, mint and something that was distinctly her. She was stunned for a moment by the rush of emotion he poured into the kiss as he held onto her more tightly than anyone else had in her entire life.

He slowly walked her backwards until her back made contact with the wall as he deepened the kiss. She felt him run his hands down her sides and felt him smile against her lips when he actually felt her shiver from his touch. She brought her hand up to his face and brushed over his forehead, his eyes, his cheek and his chin. She felt him shudder and then he suddenly pressed forward and kissed her even harder and with more passion than before.

The pesky need for oxygen nagged at the back of his head as he leaned his forehead on hers, hearing their heavy breathing. He didn't want this to end, but at the same time he wanted to slowly build something with her, if they could somehow manage to get past their arguments. In the end, it was worth it.

"That was.....uh nice." Nathan said slightly breathlessly.

"Does kissing your co-worker in a broken down elevator happen often?" Elena said just as breathlessly. Nate softly laughed under his breath.

"You'd be the first." Nate softly said. "Merry Christmas, Elena."