Is it wrong?
Michelle Dessler wasn't normally one to let her emotions take her over, but leaning against that cold hard cement, she let down all the walls that she had been trying to build all day. That is where Tony had found her, exposed and vulnerable. After she had stammered out a not so well-thought out excuse that she was going to IT, even though it was in the complete opposite direction, and finally admitted everything that she was feeling, he had gathered her up in his arms.
It was wrong for them be standing so close together, faces almost touching, a boss and his employee. She knew it was. And yet, when she pulled out of his embrace, with her hands resting on his shoulders and his hand gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear, she still felt her breath catch in her throat. Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and met with two deep brown pools. They locked with her own wide eyes, brimming over with tears; all she wanted to do was get lost in those eyes forever. His eyes were filled with emotion, and she could almost see the pain left behind by previous betrayals. At that moment she decided that she would be the one to try and heal those deep scars and protect him from any more pain.
After what seemed like an eternity, she couldn't hold out any longer. In one fluid motion, she pushed her lips against his and grabbed the sides of his face, still bruised and tender from the earlier explosion. All of the pent-up tension and desire came out between them in that one passionate kiss, but, almost as soon as she initiated it, she pulled away, realizing what she had done. Quickly, she apologized, the tears still tracing a faint path down her face, though she still didn't pull away. And neither did he.
He accepted her apology by pulling her back in for a deep kiss that touched her to the core and sent shivers down her spine. Almost on their own, her hands reached up and traced the outline of his face, feeling the stubble run under her fingers. The response that this engendered was for his arms to slide up from her shoulders and firmly grasp the back of her head, pulling it towards him. They drank in every part of each other's body, their thirsts quenched, but still yearning for more. As they surfaced for oxygen, all she could do was hold him a little tighter as they stood with their faces merely inches apart.
But then, a grating voice broke through the blissful silence; Carrie's voice rang out, calling for Tony. He reluctantly drew away, grabbed his crutches, and went after her, but not without giving Michelle one last lingering look.
She slumped against the wall, wondering if that encounter had actually happened. Lifting her finger to her lips, she could still feel the electric imprint that his lips left behind. She remembered the way the curves of her body fit in the shape of his; she remembered the way her face, when tilted up, was reflected in the deep pool of his eyes; she remembered the way that her lips molded to the shape and contour of his. Remembering all this, she realized that it was perfect. And really, how could something this perfect be wrong?