Her fingertips travel up his neck, right under his ear. They continue their journey into his hair until they curl, grabbing a handful of brown locks, her first knuckles against his scalp. He takes a deep breath, looking at her through half closed eyes. His tongue moves slowly against his bottom lip before his lips curl into a half smirk. She looks at him, seeing the smirk, noticing the look in his eyes - half amusement, half lust. She licks her own lips, smiling at him. She knows what he's thinking and she can't blame him. She wants him as bad he wants her, but it can't happen. She leans in and kisses him, softly. Her lips barely brush up against him before she pulls back, her hand releasing his hair, running against his neck.
"I should go."
He bites at that bottom lip, her eyebrows furrowed. He doesn't want her to go. Not just that. The look in his eyes. His hands reach out for her, his fingernails digging into her skin. He needs her. She lets him pull her back, resting her hands on his chest. She raises just her eyes to him, keeping her chin down. He's giving her a look she can't honey brown eyes stare into her soul, fill her with such warmth. She parts her lips, waiting for his words. He always speaks too much and not enough all at the same time. It's unexplainable the way he makes her feel, the emotions he stirs in her with a simple look, a gentle touch. She finds herself pushing herself into him, needing his words, his touch, those lips he loves to play with all damn day, licking and sucking and biting. She wants him to do of it to her and he knows it. She can tell by how the amusement enters his eyes and yet, he stays quiet, still. Until he doesn't. His lips crash against hers, full of need, lust, and fire. His hands move up her back, pulling her closer and she doesn't mind a bit, too focused on how his lips feel against hers, how he feels against her. Her hands grip at his shirt as she kisses him back with the same intensity. When he pulls back, a groan escapes her lips.
"Stop playing with me." She warned and he chuckles, a throaty deep laugh. She wants to strange him and kiss him all the same time. She glares up at him, her bottom lip jutted out, begging to be kissed. And he does, he can't resist that look. His lips move around her bottom lip and he sucks gently before, again, pulling away.
"We have to get back to work." He states, quietly and she knows he's serious. His eyes are still filled with lust, but where the amusement was is now regret. She knows he'd rather stay here with her. She knows that someone will be coming to look for them if they stay away too long though too, so reluctantly she pulls back, away from his warm embrace, away from his lips. She straightens out her shirt, runs a hand through her hair. Her eyes never leave his as he adjusts his tie before running his thumb over his bottom lip. She smirks.
"You're good. No lipstick."
"You sure, because last time I got asked if I was starting to cross dress."
She chuckles, a friendly air coming over them again. "You'd be a very attractive woman."
He narrows his eyes at her. Her smile fades a little as she looks at him. She speaks again, softly, a bit of the need back in her voice. "Will I see you tonight?"
He kisses her forehead, opening the door. Before he escapes back into the world they live in, he smiles at her. His answer is simple, never changing. "Always."