Body Language. Queen

Schoolgirl.

Roger's P.O.V.

I had to fight hard to keep the smile on my face and keep it from changing into a panicky, frantic mess. Because inside, that's what I was.

I watched John as his hands came to a sudden halt from messing with the soundboard once the question had left my lips, but the halt didn't last long, a few seconds or so before they slowly began to move again...

I heard him exhale longly, it appears his breathing had stopped too.

I begged him for an answer in my head.

"Hmm...that was cheeky..." he nervously chuckled, there was an obvious wobble to his voice.

Either that connoted that no, he didn't like me and was just trying not to answer so he didn't hurt my feelings or...yes, he did like me and was too embarrassed to answer me properly.

I kept my stare firmly on him and he knew that. Because after that little statement he tried to ignore this whole topic. But I wasn't letting him get away this easily.

He slowly turned to me, a face full of fright and eyes full of plead. A pleading for me to stop taunting him.

I sat down in the chair next to him...he tried to turn away but I leaned closer to him...studying his eyes...and his lips.

I watched as his eyes flickered about my face, never staying in one spot for more than a second.

I was close enough to lunge forward and kiss him. But I wanted to silently interrogate him.

One things for sure. He sure as hell wasn't saying no.

I was determined now. Almost certain of his answer. The one I wanted to hear. The word that was opposite to 'no'. I just wanted to hear him saying it.

I thought about saying it first, if it helps, Deaky...I like you.

But I wanted him to say it first. I needed him to.

It was silent in the booth apart from John's heavy breathing.

I edged even closer, our knees touching under the table, I saw his jaw muscles clench at this tiny bit of contact.

I let my gaze pause on his lips that were slightly parted, "Well...?" I pushed, my eyes darted up to his again as he swallowed.

His eyes now...travelled down from mine and locked themselves on my lips. I enjoyed this and I licked them, watching him, his eyes widened a tiny amount.

Something inside me was taking over. It was almost as if I was a natural at wooing another man. But then again, I knew what I wanted and I was willing to chase after it.

"Umm..." Deaks stuttered, swallowing again and looking helpless.

I nodded slowly in a motion to will him to carry on.

His head snapped away and our prolonged stare was broken when he buried his head in his hands, "Yes..."

And then...my confident state was gone. I whittled down into the panicky state I was in before. I stared at him wide eyed now as he continued to hide his face in his hands. My breathing rate accelerated and my palms began to sweat. The person I had fancied for so long...the one whom I thought was into women...was...into me?

I felt like a little schoolgirl...excited, scared, like I could hurl at any moment...like I needed a cigarette and a stiff drink.

There was nothing in the way now.

Nothing at all keeping him from being mine. That single thought was enough to make me collapse into a pile of feelings.

I softly grabbed John's shoulder and pulled him back so he would let go of his head.