Caught Red-Handed (By Ezekiel)

By Alasse Fefalas

Flynn caught Eve's lips as he backed her against the double doors of the broom closet. His hands travelled down her neck and undid the buttons on her white blouse. He trailed kisses down her neck, where his fingertips had caressed her, earning a shiver for every touch.

Eve gasped when he licked her shoulder on the same place he had left a mark the other night. One of her hands gripped the back of his neck as the other reached out to the door behind her, fingers scratching on the door gently.

Flynn finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled the shirt from her pants. His warm hands gripped her waist, the skin contact drawing a soft sigh from her. He looked up from her shoulder and chuckled. "Don't worry, it's locked this time."

Eve smiled as she felt the cool metal of the lock turned sideways. "Sorry, I had to check. You have a terrible track record with locks, Librarian. It isn't so hard, is it?"

His laugh lit his eyes. "No, but I do forget sometimes."

She cupped her hands under his jaw and pulled him up to her. "More like all the time," she said and kissed him.

Flynn tightened his grip on her waist as he tugged on her lower lip. His hand travelled up her sides and down her shoulders, pushing her shirt off. He walked backwards, pulling her along as his kisses trailed her jaw and up her ear. One hand reached up around her and unhooked her bra, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Her hands were doing quick work of unlatching his belt and pants, and he wiggled them off, kicking it aside.

When he felt the cold wall against his back, he flipped them around and gently pushed her against it. Her soft gasp at the sudden coolness turned into a soft moan as he kissed her between her breasts. He moved downwards, leaving kisses on her stomach as his hands undid the button and zipper of her pants. He kissed the hot skin where her panties went up to and stood up.

He gingerly brushed away the strands of hair that covered her face and kissed her at the same time he inserted a hand down her underwear. Her hands gripped his shoulder tightly as her breath hitched at the sensations he was causing.

Eve pulled their bodies close, merging their warmths into one, every little movement causing friction between them. "Flynn," she breathed. "I-"

"OH, HELL NO."

Ezekiel's shout made them both jump in surprise. Flynn immediately pulled his hand back and turned around. Ezekiel was standing at the double door entrance, his mouth hanging open. Wait, Flynn thought to himself, Eve checked the door, didn't she?

"Oh my god, MY EYES!" he exclaimed as he covered his eyes, his face a deep scarlet. He slammed the doors close. "NO. No, no, no, no, no no."

"Jones, what the hell?!" Eve shouted from behind Flynn. "It was locked!"

"I know!" Ezekiel shouted from outside.

Flynn walked to the door and turned the lock again. "You picked the lock, didn't you?"

"I wanted to know why Jenkins would lock the closet! Didn't think I'd find you two in there... doing stuff," he huffed in disgust. "Ugh, I think I need to bleach my eyes."

Shaking her head, Eve walked over to Flynn and leaned against his back, her head peeking over his shoulder. "Well, I hope this teaches you not to pick locks," she chided.

"Well, not in the Library anyway," added Flynn. "There's a reason why things are locked."

Ezekiel knocked on the door twice. "Thanks for the warning. It's a little late."

Eve rolled her eyes. "Two words, Jones: Locked. Door."

"Or you could just go home and do it!" shouted Jones. "My eyes still hurt from seeing that!"

Flynn smirked at Eve who mouthed an insistent "no." "Well, that wouldn't be fun, would it?"

"Ugh!" Eve sighed at Ezekiel's reaction. "Just... UGH. That's just nasty, mate. It was bad enough I found Stone and Cassandra eating each other's face off between the shelves and now you two! At least put a sock on the door or something next time!"

"Hey, it's not our fault you go around picking locks, Jones," Eve rebutted.

"Fine. You win. No more picking locks in the Library. Lesson learnt," he grumbled. "Now I gotta go find Jenkins and see if he has something that can block memories... 'cause ugh."

Eve waited until Ezekiel's footsteps got far enough before smacking Flynn on the shoulder. "That wasn't nice. You know he doesn't like seeing this kind of things."

"Ow," groaned Flynn as he rubbed his shoulder. "It was his fault he was nosing around. And I locked it this time!"

Eve folded her arms. "Uh huh."

"Fine," he pouted. "I'll apologise later." Flynn grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, grinding own against hers. "But right now, with no other pesky Librarians in our way, I think we should finish this off first."

Eve laughed softly. One hand trailed down his chest as the other cupped his cheek, bringing his face towards her. "That sounds like a good plan," she breathed as she kissed him.

Fin.

A/N: Sorry this took me FOREVER to finish! In honour of Ezekiel Jones Appreciation Week, I thought I'd take the opportunity to do so. I still think Ezekiel's a little OOC but this is probably the best I can ever do for this fic.

If you're wondering if I'd write another chapter where Evlynn get to do the do, the answer's no. This is a cockblock fic and it'll stay that way. Perhaps in a sequel fic, maybe. Somewhere in the future, hopefully. One day, probably...

ANYWAY I hope you enjoyed the series! Leave a note on what you think about it! Thank you for reading!