The Transfiguratus Diem

7. Fired

Carly couldn't remember turning on her heel and storming towards the elevator. She couldn't remember punching in the code to open the doors or pressing the button for the ground floor. She couldn't even remember the sound of her heels clacking on the tiles as she made her way through the lobby and towards the parking bays.

She didn't come to her senses until she sat once more in the driver's seat of Waylon's truck, the key in the ignition as she prepared to turn it sharply. She blinked away the fogged haze clouding her as she inhaled a few deep breaths.

The feel of a hand over hers caused her to sharply turn towards the man leaning over the passenger seat, her eyes wide. Carly almost moved to strike him before her eyes locked on Harrison's once again, the familiarity of the man calming her more than expected.

"They cut the brakes of your bike." He panted, his chest rising and falling as his eyes remained locked on hers. "Who is to say they didn't cut the brakes on this?"

The duo stared for a moment as Carly blinked away the tears that had threatened to fall from her eyes. "How..." Carly licked her lips and took a breath as she attempted to force her mouth to speak the words. "How do I check?"

Harrison blinked a few times before closing his eyes and exhaling his breath through a smile. When his eyes opened, they once again locked onto Carly's as slowly his smile faded. "Come on Kitten. I'll show you." His hand clasped tighter around hers and pulled the keys from her grip as he inched his way out of the truck passenger door.

Carly sat in the driver seat for a few more seconds as she waited for the tingling skin of her hand to ease. The feel of Harrison's touch leaving behind a sensation she had never before experienced, not even with her ex-lover.

Once Carly had built the courage to face the man again, she stepped from the truck and inched down as much as she could to peer at the man who had situated himself under the vehicle. She watched his head and his eyes flick around for a few seconds before they locked onto a piece in the middle of the undercarriage.

"Isn't it uncomfortable on the floor?" Carly asked as she tilted her head at the man. She heard him chuckle slightly before reaching his hand into the undercarriage of the truck as his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth.

After a minute, Harrison's eyes drifted towards Carly, his eyes locking to her despite being upside down. His tongue retracted back into his head as he grunted and removed his hand, the limb now covered in a coating of grease and dirt. "It's..." His words stuck in his throat at the sight of Carly's bare thighs as she kneeled down to look at him. The man took a breath and squeezed his eyes tight to prevent them from drifting up higher. "Your dress." He choked out as he clambered from under the machine.

Carly blanched and gulped as she looked down to see the risen hem of her dress, revealing a little too much for the man's eyes. She stood and pulled the hem lower as Harrison stood the other side of the truck, the pair of them avoiding the other's gaze. Carly bit her lip and tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear as her cheeks warmed. Harrison swallowed down the feeling her actions gave him before turning his attention back to the truck he had been underneath a few seconds prior.

"The brakes are fine, albeit a little dirty." He released an awkward laugh as he held up his now filthy hand.

Carly smirked as her eyes rested on the man's filth covered hand. "So much for the shower you had earlier."

Harrison matched her smirk as his tongue rested on his teeth. "Looks like I'll need another." He winked causing Carly to clear her throat and adopt an air of maturity before brushing her hands of the dirt from the floor. "I won't ask if you wanna join me." Carly shook her head as Harrison walked around the truck to meet her at the front of the vehicle, her keys resting in his clean hand.