Prompt: Topher/Dr. Saunders, Topher has his own man-reaction to Saunders hovering around him as they scan shower tapes
Claire's pupils are dilated.
She's temporarily stopped flitting about him and has wedged herself up against Topher's shoulder for a better view of the monitor. Her hovering was making him anxious, but this is equally uncomfortable and he's not sure which he prefers.
More importantly, she's staring intently at the screen and her pupils are dilated. Topher is looking at her face, mostly because he's determined to look anywhere but the screen, but Claire is focused on the shower tapes and displaying one of the basic physiological signs of arousal.
The innate awkwardness of the situation has just doubled, but Topher can't make himself look away. He watches as her tongue darts quickly out of her mouth and over her lips. He closes his eyes and sighs, and he pretends it's because she's just told him to roll the tape back again.
Claire moves over to his other side for a moment, then comes back and presses herself even closer against him, like she's forgotten whose body heat she's unconsciously relishing in. Topher shifts uncomfortably but doesn't step away.
She's figured it out now, and when she turns to tell him the cause of Victor's behavior, her gaze winds up falling a few centimeters below his eyes to land on his mouth instead. She holds the stare for a second too long before drifting back to look at the monitor.
There are about a thousand very bad thoughts Topher should not be thinking right now, for about a thousand and one very good reasons, and his mind is managing to cycle through each and every one of them in vivid detail.
Claire lets her hand drop away from her notebook and it brushes against Topher's thigh on the way down, and it's all he can do to keep from groaning. "So, we're done, now?" he asks in a slightly strained voice.
She takes a step back from the computer and turns toward him, and he would swear to any number of gods he doesn't believe in that she just gave his body a contemplative once-over. Claire blinks, and her features fall into an irritated frown. "Yes," she says brusquely, "but we'll have to report this to DeWitt soon."
"Right. We can do that some other time, though." Topher is untucking his shirt in the most subtle way he can manage and tugging it down. "Right now, I've got to go…do something very important," he finishes lamely. He gives a vague gesture over his shoulder, turns swiftly on his heel, and strides stiltedly out of his own office.
Claire presses two fingers to her temple and wonders what the hell she was just thinking.