"Mrs Music"

Chapter 30

*Yoongis pov

The shock on her face as she opens the door is clear.
I step into the room and she steps back. I turn and lock the door, my mind racing as I do.
I want to rush her, throw her on the bed and show her how I feel about her. I also want to scream at her for leaving without a word, for terrifying me like that. I have never felt so many feelings at one time....... Fear, loss, sadness, arousal and ANGER! So much anger. I am ashamed of myself for this, and resolve to do my best to control myself, after all, she has spent many years on the receiving end of Shauns anger, and I will not be like him. It is going to be tough though, and I'm struggling to keep the fury I feel from my face. I'm certain she notices as she looks pretty anxious right now!
I don't have a clear plan here, I'm definitely winging it, desperate to show her my feelings but terrified I'll push her further away. I don't want to seem clingy or stalker like, and I don't want her to feel beholden to me. I want her to CHOOSE me, but I'm already on the back foot as she tried to leave already didn't she!
I resolve to make her regret that choice, to reevaluate her decision. I want her to feel about me the way I do about her. I know that I can't force feelings on her, but I'm sure she has some positive feelings for me.

I continue to step into the room, throwing my fake glasses onto the bedside table, placing my empty briefcase on the ground and removing my white Drs coat. She is watching me intently, as I am her. I am attempting to buy myself thinking time, removing my clothing is all I have right now, my mind whirring, attempting to locate the right words to convey how I feel.
My shirt is now on the floor and I don't have much left to remove, but I still have no idea what to say, or how to say it. As I begin unbuttoning the top buttons of my trousers I realise I have to do or say something.

Mackenzie seems to be frozen to the spot. I still have no words, so some kind of physical contact is all I have left. I swiftly take the few steps between us and put one hand on her face, cupping her jaw, the other behind her head to catch the hair at her nape in my fist, and roughly pull her toward me, trapping her arms between our bodies, her palms pressed against my bare chest. Her eyes open so widely I worry they may actually burst from their sockets. It appears she is about to speak but I cover her mouth with mine, and immediately feel the tension leave her body. Infact, it feels as if I am having to support her full weight. She moans into my mouth, her lips parting to allow my probing tongue access. I walk her backwards and her thighs collide with the dresser. I slide my hands down her arms, around her back and cup her buttocks. They fit perfectly inside my palms, like eggs in cups.
Without disconnecting our lips I lift her onto the dresser, which elicits further moans from her. I run my hands along her thighs, her trousers not allowing me free access to her soft skin. I growl in frustration and lift her from the dresser. She wraps her legs around my hips and I hook my thumbs in her waistband, sliding the trousers down under her buttocks. I can't get them off any further in our current position, so begin to walk her to the bed, my intention to place her down gently.
Unfortunately my loosened trousers have fallen unnoticed down my legs and are now pooled around my ankles. As I step and turn to make my way towards the bed I trip on the offending item of clothing and literally toss Mackenzie into the air, falling onto my knees at the foot of the bed, my face ending up between her legs!