Caught Red-Handed (by Jenkins)
By Alasse Fefalas
The metal shelf shook slightly as Eve gently shoved Flynn into it. Their mouths were connected in a fevered kiss. One hand ran through his hair as the other slipped the buttons on his shirt through their holes. As her fingers brushed the warm skin under the fabric, she felt him gasp in her mouth.
Flynn undid her ponytail and pulled her shirt out of her pants, his hands running up her back, tracing her spine. His kisses trailed down her neck and he stopped, breathing her in.
Eve undid his belt buckle and slipped a hand into his pants. Her thumb hovered over the button, poised to undo it.
"Ahem."
Eve immediately pulled her hand out and turned around, separating herself from Flynn. Jenkins was standing at the entrance to the broom closet with a bemused expression on his face. Heat crept up her neck as she smacked Flynn's wandering hand away from her shirt.
"Sorry to interrupt but I'm in need of that broom behind the Librarian," he said nonchalantly.
"Oh, here you go," Flynn said with a smile as he handed the item to the caretaker.
"Oh, thank you," Jenkins said, nodding to the both of them. "Librarian. Guardian."
Eve nodded back in reply. Unable to meet his eyes, she looked away and pushed her fringe back, feeling as if her face was on fire.
Jenkins started to close the door, but then stopped. "Oh, and Mister Carsen? I would suggest putting a lock on the inside of the broom closet if you and Colonel Baird insist on using it as your break room," he said, smiling to them and closed the door fully.
Eve groaned into her hands. "Oh god, that was embarrassing."
"What, you mean Jenkins?" Flynn asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder and pulled her close. His hands went under her shirt, his touches light over her stomach. "It's okay. He's known for a while now."
"It's not that," she said dryly. "It's just him... catching me with my hand in your pants. I feel like I'm seventeen again, getting caught by my dad."
Flynn pulled a face, his movements stopping. "Now that you put it in such a way..."
"Well," she sighed, patting his hand over her shirt. "At least we weren't all the way into it yet."
"Hmmm," he murmured into her neck, kissing it. "Maybe next time we should follow his suggestion."
Eve tilted her head to allow him more access. "The lock on the door?" she said, her voice wavering slightly. "It's a really good idea actually."
Flynn turned her around and looked her in the eyes. "There's no lock now."
She smiled and kissed him, pushing him backwards to the metal shelf once again. "Well then, we better make it quick."
A/N: This one has been long due, seriously. It's been in my head for so long I decided to just write it. No smut this time, hah! Just good, (almost) clean Evlynn. Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!