Originally posted on: 08/24/2011

All mine

He knew he shouldn't have let her take that call. It had come at the worst possible moment. She'd been done with work for that night, she was supposed to be all his again. He was already holding her in his arms, kissing her lips, when her cell phone started to ring. He asked her, he begged her not to take the call, but she insisted on doing so. A call at such an hour on a Sunday evening could have never meant anything good. He also knew that she had to take it, still a part of him wished those calls could wait, or didn't come at all. And just once in a while he wanted to be more important than any call.

He could even have considered himself lucky this time, because she didn't have to leave, she just had to write a draft for a last minute meeting for the next morning. She told him she only needed an hour and even though he knew it would be the longest hour of his life he couldn't say no. He let her do her work, but couldn't think of anything to spend his time with for that period. He'd planned only one thing for that night, she was his plan.

It had been a cold winter day, and he knew how she loved spending time at the fireplace, watching the flames vibrate in the dark night. It was the most romantic evening he could think of and it should have ended in a completely different way, but soon after they'd gotten lost in each other's arms they were interrupted by the phone.

It's been a half an hour, and he literally counted all ticks of the clock on the wall. It's been exactly 1800 ticks so far and he still couldn't figure out what else he could have spent his time with while waiting. He didn't look at her all the time, he held a book in his hand just for cover up, but he hadn't read a single line and from the corner of his eyes he had been watching her. She never looked up, she was thinking and writing and thinking again. She was simply too adorable for words. He was surprised she'd even let him stay in the same room while she had been working. But he'd made fire for them, he didn't make a fuss about the call, she might have thought this was the least he deserved. Had she known he hadn't really been reading, but observing her all the time, she might have thought differently.

Ten more minutes passed by the same way, 600 seconds, and he was still counting, but he started to loose his patience. Even in a T-shirt and a simple pair of pants, without make up and her hair held up with hairgrips she was beautiful to him. Her co-workers, her clients wouldn't have recognized her that way, but this had become her most familiar look to him. Of course he loved seeing her elegant, in her short skirts and high heels, how could he not love seeing her that way? But there was something about this cosy Diane that made him feel as if they were even closer.

After 45 minutes, 2700 seconds he couldn't help himself any longer.

"Are you done yet?"

"Huh?" she asked after exactly 30 seconds. He knew it, because he kept on counting.

"I asked if you are ready yet."

She looked up, but instead of looking at him, she looked at the clock on the wall.

"I have 14 minutes and 15 seconds left," she stated looking in his direction for a moment then her gaze fell on her notepad again.

"I just thought you might end it a little earlier than you'd planned."

"No," she replied without looking up again.

"Because what you can do in an hour you can do in 45 minutes too, it doesn't make much of a difference you know."

She looked up, obviously smiling and took off her glasses for a moment.

"You know, you've just wasted," she looked at the clock again "1 minute and 25 seconds of my hour with all this talk, which means I'll actually finish later than I'd thought. And it will be your fault," she put her glasses back on and immediately started writing again.

"Should I call your cell and tell you I'm in trouble and need my lawyer with me right away? Cause I'd gladly do it, just to finally make you stop concentrating on that paper."

"Nice try," she said smiling, without stopping writing, "But I still have 14 minutes."

"14?" he asked looking at the clock, because he lost track of time talking to her, "You only have 11."

"No," she said playfully, taking off her glasses again for a moment, "You see, I had 14 minutes and 15 seconds when you started with all this, so you should be happy that I don't insist on the extra 15 seconds, because all that time we've been talking has just been a waste. Now if you'd let me concentrate on this again for another 14 minutes, I'd appreciate it," she said and just looked at him without moving her eyes away.

"Fine," he said after 10 seconds, which earned him another smile, before she put on her glasses again, ready for work.

He managed to keep quiet for another 600 seconds, when the original 60 minutes were supposed to be over, but after that time his patience completely vanished. He put down the book, and sat closer to her on the couch. The minute she felt him close to her she looked in his direction.

"What are you doing? I still have 3 minutes and 40 seconds," she said taking a quick look at the clock.

"I know," he said placing a kiss on her neck.

"Kurt, I need those 3 minutes and 40 seconds," she tried to move away from him just a little.

"You've had 57 minutes, no actually you've had 61 minutes already. You're done," he kissed her neck again.

"No, I'm not. I still have 3 minutes and 40 seconds and I will continue having 3 minutes and 40 seconds until you stop doing what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" he asked in an innocent voice and kissed her neck over and over again. She could have stood up, but the fact that she stayed sitting there, letting him do what he was doing and only telling him to stop didn't convince him that he should indeed stop.

"I need to finish this."

"No you don't. You haven't written anything in the last 1 minute and 40 seconds."

"Maybe because you make it impossible for me to…"

"I'm just kissing your neck, I'm harmless, go on…if you have to," he touched her hair and took off one of the hairgrips, letting a part of her blonde hair fall on her shoulders.

"Harmless, huh?" she gave him an eye roll and as if nothing had happened she continued writing.

He took off all her hairgrips one by one, and kissed her neck each time he was finished with one, while she continued writing and the clock continued ticking. In each of the last 60 seconds he gave her a small kiss on her neck and he had no idea how she managed to still concentrate on work when he was already about to lose his mind. This wait had seemed like an eternity after all.

When the clock struck the last second he reached for her glasses without a word and took them off and this time she didn't protest. He placed her glasses on the table in front of them where he'd placed all her hairclips before and she did the same with her notes and the pen.

At this point he simply couldn't take his eyes off her lips, that still said no word, but she did something he hadn't expected her to do, she stood up. But before he could ask anything she took one of his hands and pulled him with her as she passed the table nearing the fireplace.

When they were close enough that the crackling sound of the wood on fire suppressed the ticking of the clock, she let go off his hand. She kissed him on the lips gently, as a thank you for his patience and then placed her pointing finger on his lips.

"Just one more second," she said then turned away from him and stepped back to the table.

He wanted to reach out for her, but she was quicker and before he could say anything he noticed what she was doing and didn't need words any more. The beeping sound of her cell phone answered his unvoiced question and he pulled her into his arms the minute he could reach her again.

She had made sure no more phone calls could interrupt them that night and with each of his kisses he showed her how grateful he was that she was finally all his again.