Here's the second one. I still don't own anything.
The Day Lindsay Got New Underwear
Danny dropped his pen and then he never wanted to get up again. He'd been under his desk, searching for his pen, minding his own business, and then, all of a sudden, two perfectly toned legs had slid their way under his partner's desk. Holy shit.
He followed them up to the bend of her knees, to the shadowed region where he could just make out a lace-patterned glimpse of red.
He wanted to touch them. He even reached a hand out, but pulled it back when he remembered that they were not his legs to touch anymore. So he slithered out, backwards, until the air above him was free and clear, and stood.
She stood abruptly, her wheeled chair shooting backwards and spinning with the force of her actions.
"What were you doing down there?" she asked. Her voice was a squeak.
He held up the pen, openmouthed. He snapped his jaw back into place and busied himself with the work on his desk. Lindsay remained standing, staring at him. He shoved papers around, looking for the report he'd been in the process of writing before that beautiful denim skirt had arrived.
He looked up after a few minutes to find her still standing there staring.
"I dropped my pen," he said hoarsely. The image of her barely-visible underwear was still in his mind, replaying in a thousand different scenarios of the past, but he couldn't remember that particular style of lace.
She didn't move. Then she slammed into her seat, bringing it close to her desk and glaring at the test results Adam had just handed her.
"Adam get you some new underwear?" Danny asked quietly.
Lindsay threw the file folder onto her desk and stood, shoving the chair back into its tilted state, and stomped out the door, slamming it behind her.
Danny stood and raced after her. "Lindsay, I'm – Lindsay! Wait!" She was ahead of him, sprinting down the hall to the women's bathroom.
She went in and closed the door, leaned against it, and sobbed into her hands. Stupid gorgeous man stupid stupid hateful mean jealous Danny – her head didn't make sense. She wanted to go to her perfect boyfriend and complain about the colleague who was mean to her. Her perfect boyfriend who hurt so badly that he had to share his hurt with someone who wasn't her.
Danny pounded his fist on the door. "Linds, come out! Lindsay I'm sorry. Lindsay, I didn't mean it!"
She felt the vibrations of his knocking on her back, and ran into the farthest stall, the largest one, and locked the flimsy door. She put down the toilet seat lid and sat on it, curling her knees into her chest.
"Montana, please! Talk to me!" He shouted. He tried to come up with an excuse, something to tell her to make everything perfect and shiny again, but he couldn't come up with the right one. True, it was three in the morning and he was on his second shift. True, he was jealous and he'd seen a too-close hug between her and Adam only four hours before. But nothing worked. He didn't care, though. He still had to see her.
He backed up and kicked the door handle, hearing it snap and crunch. The door banged open, and he stepped inside.
"Montana?" he asked gently, and headed to the last stall. Kneeling on the floor before the last stall, he knocked carefully.
"I'm comin' in there, Montana." He crawled under the stall, wiggling his way across the bathroom floor. Halfway through, he looked up at her. She was wiping mascara trails from her cheeks and sniffling.
"Go away," she said thickly, burying her face in her folded arms.
"Not yet. I'm sorry," he murmured, and wiggled all the way into the stall. He crawled over to her and sat before the toilet. "OK? I didn't mean it. I was jealous."
"You're mean."
"I know, and I won't do it again. I got no right to judge you. On anything. Especially whatever's between you and Adam."
He carefully lifted her head up with the touch of a finger on her cheek.
"You're right. You don't," she said shakily.
"I'm gonna go. I'm sorry. I really am. For everything. I'm just jealous, alright? But I won't do it again. Ever. Not to you."
She nodded, still motionless on the toilet seat."
He stood, and with a gentle caress of her hair, he unlocked the door and left, closing it behind him.