Rushing Forward without looking back (Timminette)

Chapter 3:

"Tim. Wake up. We're gonna be late." He hummed and rolled over so she was trapped between him and the couch. He rested his head on her neck, keeping her there. "Tim we have ten minute walk to get there. We only have thirty minutes to get ready too. Come on." He didn't budge.

"I'm the CEO. I say, nay. Day off."

"Tim you're taking off on Saturday."

"I have thirty vacation days saved up from over the years at least." She rolled her eyes.

"But I don't Timmy. So please, let me up."

"Nooooo. I'll cancel out your days."

"Abuse of power, stop it. Get up now."

"But you're so warm." She blushed, then winced. She reached behind her and unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt. "You know, if you wanted me to take off my shirt..."

"No! Your buttons are digging into my skin. It hurts." He groaned.

"Why didn't you say so? I would have just taken off my shirt." He mumbled. She heard something drop behind him. Color returned to her cheeks.

"T-Tim?" Arms, warmer than before returned, wrapping around her waist. She wriggled her body around to face him. "Tim, please." He let out an annoyed huff and released his hold. He opened his eyes, bright blue, almost a shade of grey trained their focus on her own eyes.

"Yes?" She looked no lower than his eyes, he took notice and smirked. "Why don't you look down? Afraid you'll see something you like?" She took a deep breath.

"No, afraid I'll be late for two days in a row. Let me up." A sly smile took over his features.

"Look down." Her ears were hot.

"No! Tim, up. Now." He slid off the couch with a small smile. "Thank you. I have...... FIVE MINUTES? Oh what the hell!" She ran into her bedroom and threw on the dress in her closet closet to her. It was a light blue, almost in the shade of his eyes. She groaned and grabbed a pair of black pumps, letting her hair down. She ran out of her room and ran into Tim.

"Careful bean. You could've hurt yourself." He scolded in a soft tone. He grabbed his shirt off the floor.

"No, Tim, put that down. You can't wear that or you'll be doing the walk of shame. Or pride. I don't know how you men feel about that anymore, but I'll get you a shirt." He gave her a look.

"You just have random guy's shirts here?" She laughed and came back into the room with a button up in a bluebell shade.

"This was a shirt for one of my clients. Chloe said it had an issue, so she sent it back. It's actually supposed to be for you I think. I don't know. Try it on!" she beamed, he chuckled and put it on.

"Comfy, but professional. Thank you MDC." she giggled and held out an arm.

"Shall we?" he took her arm with a smug smile.

"We shall." She grabbed her coat, locked her door, and they were off.

"Hey, what was it both your brothers called you earlier? Baby-bird?" he huffed.

"Yeah, they are stuck on their habits. Though if you want to call me that, just drop the 'bird' part." he shot a wink her way. Laughter bubbled out of her lips.

"You really want me to call you 'baby'?" he shrugged.

"You can if you want, I won't stop you blueberry." he offered with a cheeky grin. She smacked him lightly on the arm while he laughed. He opened the door. Bruce was chatting it up at the front desk, when he saw Tim, his face darkened.