A/N: just a little something somewhat loosely based on the song 'Følg mæ hjæm' by Kari Bremnes
I don't own a thing, not the words, not the characters, not even the actions...
Take me home
Nervously she wiped her sweaty palms on her trousers. She lifted her hand, and hesitated.
I'm just here to talk business
She gave the door a quick, optimistic sounding knock.
I'm leaving soon
"Coming." The familiar voice made her stomach turn.
He opened the door, his surprised expression slowly changing into a smile when he saw her standing there.
"I was hoping that you'd come."
Her eyes were fixed on his ear, not wanting to make direct eye-contact. She took a deep breath.
You can smile all you want
I don't have a second to spare for you
"Come. Sit down." He gestured towards a chair.
She let out the breath she'd been holding.
"What you said earlier…" She looked straight at him now. "About the contract." She added.
I miss your hands
"Yeah?"
She stared at the floor. "And me."
A lot of things have changed, since we broke up
She raised her head again, fighting back the tears that threatened to appear.
"I can't work with you, Peter."
She shook her head, just a tiny movement, causing her hair to gleam in the sparse light in the hallway.
"Not after everything that's happened."
Miss your embraces
His eyes searched for hers.
"Well I'll quit."
And your mouth
She turned her head slowly.
Do you think I'm here to parade myself in front of you?
Just forget it
I'm not one of those girls
"This was a mistake"
She turned and walked away.
Take me home
"Look, wait!" His voice was desperate. "Claire!"
He watched her run away, before he slowly turned and closed the door. Leaning against it he stared at his shoes, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Surprised he lifted his head, optimism showing on his face when he opened the door.
She breathed heavily, her voice thick with emotion.
Missing your hands
Your embraces
And your mouth
"I have no idea what I'm doing."
Take me home