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Finding Out
I back away as he approaches. I really don't want him coming any closer. Wordy has always been able to see right through me. I don't know how he does it but he always does. My back thuds into the lockers and I press myself into them as if they can sallow me whole. It doesn't help that on top of being able to see right through my mask he can also affect me in the most inappropriate ways. His hand comes up, cupping my cheek. He knows this, but the only times he does anything about it is when he wants something from me. Then he uses it against me with deadly precision. Sometimes I wonder if he feels anything for me at all. I mean besides the normal team/family relationship we all have. He's standing right in front of me, his body lined up with my mine. I lean into his hand while I continue to stare at my feet.
"Sam, look at me," Wordy slides his hand down and around so that he's now cupping my chin. He tugs gently, urging me to lift my head. I resist and he sighs.
"Please," he says softly in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I pull away from him. I don't want to think about my past, about shooting Matt, and that's what he's pushing for. He doesn't get to know, not unless he's going to do something about how I feel. Something permanent anyway and he can't drop me once he has what he wants.
"Why do you fight this because I know you want it," he's still talking into my ear, sending more shivers rippling down my spine. I raise my hands and place them on his chest pushing him back away from me. I continue to avoid looking at him as I brush past him, once I have given myself enough room to get around him.
"Dammit, Sam," he grabs my arm and spins me around, pinning me against the lockers again as he kisses me. Before I even realize what I'm doing I'm melting into the kiss, pressing my body against his, fisting my hands in the fabric of his t-shirt, and opening my mouth for more. Wordy has grabbed my hips and he's using them like handles to pull me closer and to create a delicious friction between our two erections. He shifts slipping one of his legs in between mine, pressing up into my hard on making me cry out in pleasure. He swallows my cry as he moves his leg back and forth. I jerk my hips up in reaction. His lips leave mine in favor of sucking and nibbling on my neck. His hands slide up underneath my shirt, lightly tracing my abs before latching onto my nipples and tweaking them into hard peaks. I'm gasping and panting, writhing against him. At some point my hands had moved up his chest and I now grip his shoulders with bruising force. I cum silently, biting down on the point where his neck meets his shoulder. He pulls away slowly, his hands drifting over my sides, grasping my hips, holding me up. I force my hands to relinquish their grip on his shoulders as I regain a regular, normal breathing pattern. I tip my head back and let it rest on the locker door behind me. That's when it comes to me that Wordy had just brought me in SRU headquarters. I am just grateful that we are the only two people left in the building. I mean being with a coworker is one thing, being with a coworker at work is another even if there is nobody else there, but if somebody else had been there I would have been mortified. Wordy pulls me from my thoughts with a gentle kiss, a mere press of lips to lips, "I will never leave you Sam. I promise. I should have told you that I loved you the first time I used this attraction against you. Can you forgive me for everything I've done?"
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