In Control

Jen stormed into the basement to find a glazed over Roy sat as his desk. Moss was nowhere to be seen. Everything was normal then. The minute she laid eyes on Roy's hunched over figure she began jabbering away incessantly, complaining about this that or the other. Roy didn't really care and it didn't take long before Jen noticed this. She stormed over to Roy and stood beside his desk swivelling his chair so he was forced to look at her.

"Are you even listening?!" she demanded. Roy shrugged, shook his head and went back to staring at his computer. "ROY!" Jen shouted.

"Look." Roy said, suddenly, surprisingly aggressive. Still not looking away from his computer, he continued nonchalantly. "I don't have to listen to you. I'm not married to you."

There was a silence.

Roy slowly lifted his head to steal a glance at Jen and saw her in the height of raging bull mode. Her nostrils were flaring, her eyes were locked like steel onto his head and her breaths were coming out ragged and sharp. It was a surprise there was no steam coming out of her ears. He braced himself and waited for the shouting. But instead something much scarier happened.

Jen grabbed hold of Roy's t-shirt, not caring whether she gripped his skin too, and hauled him up from his chair.

"Now you listen here. I may not be your wife…" she whispered dangerously.

"You sure treat me like it…" Roy muttered, appearing slightly shaken from the sudden turn of events, but Jen continued like she didn't hear him.

"But I am your boss, not that you acknowledge that at all. And I do have the power to fire you."

"Like you would do anything like that…" Roy snorted but he sounded slightly nervous.

"I could! I would! If I ever wanted to!" She shook herself from this outburst and tried to return to the scary calm.

"Right…" he tried to appear unaffected. "Is that all?"

"No!" she coughed. "No. Not at all. Just because I am a woman does not mean that I have to be your wife, or even your boss, for you to respect me."

Roy sighed; he should have known that this was going to be one of her feminism rampages. God! This woman was so annoying sometimes. Honestly, he thought he hated her in moments like these.

"You should treat me like your equal, or even your superior, and not disregard me as an annoyance or petty disturbance. You should follow my advice and instructions or at least pay attention to me." She ranted on. And on. And on. Roy was getting fed up.

"I do this to everyone!" Roy exclaimed. "Not just to you. You're so big headed and self-centred if you haven't noticed I treat you like anyone else."

"Well, you shouldn't! You should treat me as your superior! And I am not self-centred." She added as an afterthought.

"Hmm. Sure."

"Well you are ignorant and selfish." Jen retorted, poking him in the chest.

"You're a woman." Roy replied without thinking. And then wished he hadn't.

Jen attempted to pull herself up to her full height, which still only came up to Roy's chin, and grabbed hold of his shirt again.

"And why do you make that sound like such an insult?" she declared. "Being a woman makes me no different as a worthy friend or enemy than if I were a man."

"Well, actually it kind of does..." Roy started, deciding that they were past all reason and he simply had to win this now. Jen's face was a thunder cloud and there was no going back. "You see, as a man, I can do this and, as a woman, you are powerless to stop me." And with that he took her by the waist and pushed her up against the door behind his desk.

"You sexist bastard!" Jen screamed, thrashing out at him. He simply took her hands and pinned them, either side of her head, to the door. "Let go of me!"

"No. Not until you admit that you are not a man and therefore there are some things that men can do that women can't." Roy stated, almost smiling at the situation.

For ages, he had put up with her bossing them mindlessly about and her never acknowledging the fact that she often went too far. He wouldn't mind that she was a woman if she didn't try to be a man. He quite liked her as a woman, in all honesty. Wait… no he didn't. She was rude and controlling and temperamental. And he was sick of the way that she treated them like nothing. Yes. Today was the day the geeks fight back! Today he would be in control.

He could almost laugh at the amount of power her currently had over her. How had he never noticed how small she was?! His body practically engulfed hers against the door and her small limbs were twigs under his hands. She was just so small and delicate now that she had been stripped of her weapons of mass destruction, namely the fact that she was usually standing while they lay around. She was so close now he could see the freckles on her cheeks. He could see the smudges of makeup on her cheeks. He could see the haywire hairs on her head that had come free of the bun in the tussle.

He could also see her eyes. They were nice. He had never seen them before. Not properly. Not closely. Not like this. They were almost pretty. Dark blue and speckled with black. If he had been a writer or a poet he might have compared them to moonlight on the sea after a storm. But he was an IT consultant and so, instead, he decided they were more like the swirling blue of a Windows home screen. Windows had always been his favourite anyway.

Wait… what?! What the hell was he thinking?! He didn't like Jen at all! Not her overpowering presence or her strict posture or her tight smirk. He didn't like her soulless eyes. Or her pointy nose. Or her dainty lips. He didn't like the way that she was smaller than him. Or the way her body felt pressed against his, completely under his control. He especially didn't like the way that she could match him at guitar hero. Or how she sat with him sometimes and just played game after game after game and didn't complain once. Or how she would mutter to herself while she did. And he most certainly did not like the way she was looking at him now all hatred and despair with her messy hair and smudged makeup. And absolutely not her eyes. Nope. Not one bit. Not at all.

Then why on God's green earth was he smiling?!

"Roy…" Jen mumbled uncertainly.

"What…" Roy replied, just as confused.

"I hate you…" she said. But it wasn't very convincing.

"I hate you more…" he replied. His voice cracked in the middle of it.

"I hate you the most…"

"Stop being such a woman…"

"Stop being such a man…"

"Woman."

"Man."

"Woman."

"Man."

They were drawing closer and closer together with each word they said. It was a gravitational pull forcing through the insults.

"Shut up." Roy finished just as their lips collided.

It was almost tentative at first. Is this really happening? And then slowly, it became deeper. Roy pushed her harder against the door; his hands still trapping hers, his body engulfing hers. Then mouths opened wider, working against each other, tongues dancing, bodies sweating in a fierce embrace. He released her hands to slide his around her waist pulling her closer. Her hands dropped to his hair then his shoulder then down his chest then back to his neck. Roy got brave, breaking away from her mouth to plant kisses down her neck, sucking on her pulse point. That was going to leave a mark. Jen moaned, helplessly and Roy ground against her again. She was so weak, so fragile, so powerless. She was his. He slid his hands further down, gliding over her butt, grabbing her thighs. He hoisted her up so her legs wrapped round his waist spun them round and planted her on his desk. Then, carelessly, he swept the junk littering the table and spread her upon it.

Things didn't slow down from there. Clothes became discarded all over the floor. Bodies rushed together frantically. A race of heat and fire and passion. Moans and growls and cries. Perfection. And despite their power plays and dominance fights, it was true to say that neither of them were at all in control.