Author's note: This is my first posted Gabby fic. Just a little drip of what might be to come.
Hope you enjoy it!
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Buttons. Round, shiny little things. The things that stop me from looking further. They hold my hands back when all they want to do is slide under his shirt and explore.
Its late. Quite late really. I walk through the room quietly and look over at him. He's deep in thought, his eyes burning holes through the papers on his desk and the computer that overlooked them.
His demeanor tells me that he's unaware of me watching… so I continue to study him as I lean against the doorway.
The top button. Always undone. He never wore a tie… why pull the shirt so close?
Sometimes I catch myself imagining what he would look like with that button done and a tie on. The thought is fleeting though because I know that tie wouldn't stay there long if I had my way.
I look down further as he shuffles through his papers looking for something specific.
The next button… that is where my desire truly begins. It lies on his chest…right where my head should be. The button taunts me as he works. Begging to be undone. I can hear it calling my name, willing me towards it. Yet I stay where I am and catch a hitched breath thinking about what the next button would bring.
Button number three. Undoing that would be my undoing. Knowing that once it had been freed, the rest would fall like dominoes.
It's then when his eyes flick around the room, but I still go unnoticed. Or rather, he's ignoring my presence. Deep in thought, knowing I pose no threat, he continues on.
The buttons have fallen… in my mind. I picture my hands slipping beneath the cotton and sliding the shirt away from his chest, over his shoulders and playfully tied his wrists together with it. Deftly working on the last button…the button that leads me to a zipper… my mind pauses and I take a deep breath trying to calm my body's reaction to its devious thoughts.
It's at that point when his eyes look up again and lock on mine. Something inside me tells me that he knows. Whether it's the look on my face, or just a gut feeling his eyes never leave mine as he slides the second button out of its confining space and lets the fabric fall back into place. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he returns to his task.
I watch that button as it settles to the side, noting how the light catches the side and makes it glisten. I bite my bottom lip and stifle a soft noise that threatens to escape.
I swear though I made no real noise, he heard me.
His eyebrows arch as he shuffles the papers into a neat pile and puts them on the shelf behind him. With his back still turned, he stands, stretches and shuts off the light.
In moments I hear his footsteps coming towards me. The darkness prevents my eyes from knowing exactly where he is. Its only when I feel his breath on the back of my neck that I realize he walked passed me and turned back.
He makes no further move… only whispers in a hushed voice, laced with desire and yet restrained at the same time. "Night Abby."
