Run With The Devil

The Tension Builds

As Deon left, I took it upon myself to make the most of the time he was away. Concentrating on my speed, I quickly pulled up every hidden file and piece of data from the laptop, bringing them all to the home screen. My eyes darted across the screen, scanning through the files with practiced efficiency. I knew how overwhelming it could be to sift through such a massive amount of information, so I aimed to make his return easier by organizing everything I could.

Leaning against his chair, I couldn't help but notice its faint, intoxicating scent. It was a subtle mix of leather and something uniquely Deon. I found it oddly comforting, even soothing. The scent was a reminder of his presence and the connection I felt growing between us.

After a few minutes of working, I heard the faint click of the door opening. Deon walked back in, his expression one of surprise mixed with appreciation as he took in the sight before him.

"Wow, I didn't expect to see everything so organized," he said, his voice carrying a tone of genuine gratitude. He walked over to the desk, his gaze falling on the laptop screen that now displayed all the relevant data clearly.

I looked up at him, offering a small, satisfied smile. "I figured I'd help out while you took a break. It seemed like the least I could do."

Deon gave me a grateful nod, taking a seat at the desk. "You've done a great job. This is going to save me a lot of time."

As he began to review the files I'd organized, I continued to stand nearby, quietly observing. The sense of accomplishment I felt was comforting, and seeing Deon's appreciation made it all the more rewarding. The moments of silence between us felt charged, the unspoken connection growing stronger.

Finally, Deon looked up from the screen, meeting my gaze. "Thanks again, Lyra. I really appreciate this."

I shrugged, trying to downplay the warmth I felt from his words. "Just doing what I can."

Deon's eyes lingered on me for a moment before he returned his focus to the laptop. "Well, it's more than I could have asked for. I'll be able to get through this a lot faster now."

As he continued to work, I found myself content to be in his presence, the comforting scent of his chair still lingering in my senses. The night was far from over, but for now, there was a sense of calm in the midst of the chaos, and I was grateful for the opportunity to be a part of it.

Deons pov

The hours ticked by as we worked through the night, and I could feel the exhaustion pulling at me, though I was determined to make progress. Lyra's presence was a comfort, and her efforts to help with the laptop had not gone unnoticed. The files were organized and ready, but something else was drawing my attention-something I hadn't quite anticipated when I first asked for her assistance.

I could sense a growing tension between us, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that seemed to pulse with unspoken energy. As I reviewed the files, I stole glances at Lyra, who was standing close by, her focus unwavering. The way she stood there, so near and yet so distant, was both intriguing and distracting.

When I finished reviewing the files, I pushed my chair back from the desk and stood up. My mind was racing, and I couldn't ignore the magnetic pull between us any longer. I walked over to Lyra, my gaze locked onto hers, and reached out to gently grasp her wrist. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I used it to guide her towards the desk.

"Lyra," I said softly, my voice low and deliberate, "there's something I need to say."

As I guided her closer, I could feel her pulse quickening beneath my fingertips. I carefully maneuvered her so that she was pressed against the edge of the desk. The proximity was intimate, charged with a palpable tension.

I leaned in closer, my breath mingling with hers, and let my fingers trace lightly along her arm. Her skin was warm and soft, and I could see the slight shiver that ran through her as I let my touch linger. Slowly, I let my hand move up, tracing her jawline with my fingertips, feeling the gentle curve of her face under my touch.

"Do you know," I whispered, my lips close to her ear, "how much I appreciate everything you've done tonight?"

I pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. Her gaze was locked on mine, and there was an undeniable spark in her eyes. I could see the struggle within her, the mix of emotions that mirrored my own.

My hand slid down to her back, my touch lingering and pulling her just a bit closer. The connection between us felt electrifying, and I couldn't help but revel in the closeness.

"You've been incredible, Lyra," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "And I can't help but wonder... how do you feel about us?"

Lyra's eyes glinted with mischief as she let her hand slide up to my shoulder, her touch deliberate and teasing. "Well," she said, her voice low and sultry, "I think you've been pretty amazing tonight too. But you're not the only one with questions."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my neck, and I felt her fingers trail down my arm. The sensation was electrifying, and I couldn't help but shiver slightly. "What's it like," she whispered, "to have someone as close to you as I am right now? Do you feel it too?"

Her touch was playful yet intense, and she tilted her head slightly, her gaze never leaving mine. I could see the hint of a smile on her lips, and it was clear she was enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

I met her gaze, trying to keep my composure despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. "It's... intense," I said, my voice husky with a mix of desire and curiosity. "And it seems you're quite adept at making things even more... interesting."

Lyra's smile widened, and she pressed a little closer, her hand resting on my chest. "Interesting, huh? Well, if you think this is interesting, just wait until you see what else I have in store."

She traced her fingers lightly across my chest, her touch lingering and teasing. "You know," she continued, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "I've always wondered what it's like to be this close to someone who... commands respect and power. You have such an intense presence, Deon."

She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke. "And here you are, making me feel things I didn't expect. It's almost... thrilling."

I could feel her warmth, her breath mingling with mine, and it was clear that she was enjoying this interaction as much as I was. Her touch was electric, and the proximity was almost overwhelming.

I tried to maintain my composure, but the way she was looking at me, the way her fingers were tracing over my chest, made it difficult. "You're quite a distraction, Lyra," I said, my voice low and tinged with amusement. "But I'm not complaining."

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and challenge. "Well, I suppose that's good to know," she said, her hand sliding up to my neck, her fingers lightly grazing my skin. "Because I think we both know that this is just the beginning."

As she pulled back slightly, her gaze lingering on mine, the intensity of the moment was palpable. It was clear that the connection between us was deeper than just physical, and the air was thick with the promise of what might come next.