Author's Notes: Hi everyone, I've decided to compile my little fanfics into one post. As you will find out soon, it kinda plays with the fact that Will and Diane have this unusual and undeniable chemistry and this is my take on certain things. Enjoy and let me know.
You know he is staring and you know it should unnerve you but it doesn't. Instead, you deliberately move your legs, showcasing it for all its glory. And you are right, he too is appreciating it. It would be lying if you say you don't like his reaction because you do. You remain silent; bringing the glass with scotch closer to your mouth. Just as you are about to drink, you call him out, drowning the smirk that has stayed in your lips together with the warm liquid.
"I am not." He defended meekly.
"Yes you are." The teasing tone apparent in your voice, just enough to let him know that you probably don't mind just as much as he think you would.
"So what if I am." He challenged you, looking at the glass in his hands too before he brought it to his lips.
"Do you like what you are seeing?" You throw it back at him. The buzz created by the drink has just started to take its effect and you are being bold. Not that this was new for you two; it wasn't-drunk or not, you both love playing with fire.
You heard him laugh, the one that could easily make other people weak in the knees but not you. You are used to it by now but once in a while, if you are willing to admit, you know it still has its effect.
"Just like?" He finally said openly looking at you from his spot opposite you on the recliner. Everyone has already left and it's just the two of you in the office. That thought might have scared you before but not anymore. You know the dance, you know exactly what steps to take and what not- just enough to keep things interesting but never dangerous.
You uncross your legs for a while, intentionally doing so before you cross it again, feigning discomfort from you previous position. You dare him to look at you and he did.
"What word are you exactly looking for?" You ask afterwards with the innocent look on your face, the one that you know makes him forget certain things.
"Whatever you feel is befitting." He spoke just as equally and you can't help the smirk that appeared in your face.
You stared at him for a while watching him do the same to you. You're sizing each other up, gauging the battle field. And as always, it comes short; enough for it not to be disappointing but certainly not enough for you to go out of bounds.
Yes, you admit! You just love to wear skirts-if only to see if things will get interesting.