They saw each other first on the train. And then in the same cafe, and then in the same meeting room. He disliked her loud music, she disliked his attitude. Their opinions will have to change when she's hired to work with him.
Rules will be broken...
Faith Elizabeth The evening was perfect. The setting. The company. The food. Everything. It was all coming into place. And the night was far from over.
The whole way home my heart raced. It beat hard like a butterfly beats it's wings. I had never felt anything like this before. That was until he asked me a simple question. "Do you want to come back to mine and stay?" He had asked. All I could do was nod. I text mum and she said it was fine as long as I was safe. I can only guess that that means what I assume it means. "You're quiet. Are you ok?" Shawn asked. "Yes" I sighed with a small nod. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to" he said. "I want to. I do" I nodded quickly which brought out a smile on his face. I bounced my leg up and down out of anxious excitement. I was getting ahead of myself. We'll go back to his, watch tv or something and just talk until we fell asleep. Deep down inside I knew that's what would happen. I couldn't really picture anything else happening. I couldn't. But my deep desires could. The stream of alcohol along with said desires brought pictures into my mind. Scenarios. They allowed my mind to wade into the depths of desire. A desire that I shouldn't, but did, feel for Shawn. My mind wandered to where I could almost feel his lips on mine, I could feel his touch on my arms, waist, legs, I could feel his hand holding mine as we lie together. I could nearly hear the heavy breathing and the audible beating hearts that would follow. I felt his lips trail down my neck before, slowly, his fingertips traced a line down my torso and ended under the material of my under- "We're here" Wait. "You ok? You zoned out that last ten minutes of the drive" Shawn smiled, that sweet Canadian voice filling the space of the car. "Yeah sorry I was just thinking" I said trying to suppress a blush. "About what?" Shit. "Oh well you know just the video and whether people will like it. I'm excited to see how it turns out and is all put together" I nodded. Lie. Complete lie. "Me too. I hope we actually get the chance to watch it together" "That would be so nice" I smiled.
We both got out of the car and into his now familiar home. I was anxious to see which would win, reality or desire. He wandered infront of me, grabbing two bottles of water from his tall fridge. There was a tension that filled the air. I couldn't, for sure, pick out exactly what kind of tension it was but I was aware that it was present. "Thank you Shawn. For everything over this process. I've loved every moment with you" I said kicking off my shoes, still stood at the door. "You're not saying your goodbyes now are you?" He asked. "No. I'm just saying my thank yous" I explained.
We met eyes and held each other's gaze. He took small steps towards me and I tried to take a subtle deep breath in and out. Ten paces. Five paces. Two paces. "Shawn" I breathed as he was a mere pace before me.
Swiftly and suddenly his hand was cupping my face. His thumb resting on my cheek. After a brief hesitation, on both of our parts, our lips joined slowly. I held his upper arms to stable my wobbling knees. His free arm held my waist close to his body. I tried to focus on what was happening. But my feelings of focus and reality slipped far from my grasp. His thumb traced patterns on my waist under my jumper. It unleashed an excitement and a weakness inside me. As the kiss got deeper, he quickly pulled away, he took his hand in mine and tugged me behind him up the stairs. Oh my god. I couldn't help but giggle as I held onto his hand down the hallway. I let go of his hand as we came into his bedroom, I was giggling and he was smiling. I didn't have much to drink, but I could feel the effects of what I did have. "Why are you shutting the door?" I asked. "I just like the door being closed" he shrugged.
He turned and looked at me in my giggling state. "How much did you drink?" "Not much at all" "Are you ok with this?" He asked and a look or concern fell on his face. "Yes." "You know what's happening?" "Yes. I'm not drunk" I nodded and a grin replaced the concern. I placed a hand on his chest as he walked towards me. "Are you ok with what's happening?" I asked breathing heavily. "Yeah I am" We met half way and relocked into embrace. It was deeper and faster. I fiddled cautiously with the hem on his T-shirt, waiting for him to either take it off or push my hands away. He quickly slid of the T-shirt and I had to try to keep my eyes moving so I didn't stare. I copied his action and slid my jumper over my head. Heavy beating hearts were already accompanied by heavy breathing. "Wow" "It's nothing you haven't seen before" I said crossing my arms. "But this is different. It's just us. No cameras" he said uncrossing my arms. I held onto his waist as we took steps backwards. I knelt up on the bed and put my arms around his neck as we joined our lips together. He held my waist and pushed me back till I was flat on my back and his tall frame hovered above me. His hand gently held my hip and I held his forearm that was next to my head. His fingers brushed the waistband of my leggings and he pulled his mouth away from mine. "You're one hundred percent ok with this?" He breathed and my heart swelled at how much he cared. "Yes. One hundred percent" I smiled.
I moved back on the bed so we were both on top of it. He carefully and slowly removed my leggings and socks as I fiddled with the button and zip on his jeans. "Mate why are your jeans so tight?" I asked. Struggling embarrassingly to get them off. He stepped down off the bed and simply pulled his legs out of the tight material. I know I had seen him in his underwear before for the video but I was still amazed. At everything. He swiftly returned to his previous position above me and I held his hip. As his fingers drew a line from my collar bone down to the top of my underwear. I had to bite my lip and look at the ceiling as my back arched slightly under his touch. It was as if I wasn't in control of how my body moved.
I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when my underwear was removed. I could see out of the corner of my eye that his eyes never left my face. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. Until he asked me to do so. "Hey, look at me" he said and I moved my hazel eyes to his. "Are you ok? With this happening?" I nodded. "I need words" he said brushing a strand of hair off my cheek. "Yes. I'm ok and I want this"
Desire. Desire had finally won.
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