Water

by israelianbabe15

Probably the tiniest of stories. But it made me feel a bit better, so... Zibbs. (what else?) Rated M for innuendo.

A/N: Because I need something fluffy, happy and unrealistic right now. Reality is not my friend right now.

Water.

There was something calming...

… in the way she would wrap her beautiful, nimble fingers around the neck of a bottle every time she drank from it.

… in the way she would hold that bottle up to her soft, kissable lips.

… in the way she would let the water drip into her mouth from the tiniest bit of distance.

… in the way she would swallow a sip of water and licked the last drop off her lips.

… in the way she would lower the bottle and swallowed one final time.

… in the way she would put the lid gently back onto the bottle, seemingly caressing the neck of it with her pinky.

… in the way she would look over at him, licking her lips once more just to torture him.

… in the way she would lower her gaze in order to seem innocent, only to disturb his calm.

Calm was not his nature. He was horny now. Water is cheaper than Viagra – he'd think – making his way to the elevator, throwing her a look she could not mistake.

Yes, this was a story about how one sip of water could disable an elevator for at least half an hour.

Not sorry.