Color

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Author's Notes

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Eh, set anytime after Copy That. And yes, I know, this doesn't make sense, deal with it, yo.

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It was easy to spot, of course it was, it was the only splash of color in his white and black attire, and it was a bright color at that. It was tucked into one of the front pockets of his black jeans, the edge of it barely visible, most of it tucked safely into the denim. She had seen it when he had passed her, carrying a tray full of drinks to a table of loud teens. She leaned back in her chair, watching him intently, biding her time for when the place would clear, and she could get what she wanted.

He noticed her staring, he couldn't help but to, as intense as her eyes were on him. He just didn't know what she was staring at. He self-consciously examined himself, looking for anything out of the ordinary, even as he unloaded another tray. He couldn't find anything that would warrant her staring like she was, not to say that he didn't enjoy it; it was just weird for someone like her. And then he remembered. Well, he supposed that could be the reason for hazel orbs boring into him, and he couldn't help but grin.

The Café slowly cleared out, until they were the only two left, and he fought to hide his grin, as he walked past her again, towards the counter. She stood up, following after him, gaze burning a hole into the back of his shirt, as he slid behind the counter, resolutely ignoring her, even as she hopped up onto the counter, letting her legs dangle over the edge. "Hayley would kill you for being on the counter like that, and then kill me for letting you." He stated, without even turning around, obviously amused.

"Well, Hayley's not here, so nothing to worry about then." She replied, hopping off the counter and closer to him, sliding her arms around his waist.

His grin grew larger, as her body pressed against his back, "Is this really appropriate for the work place?"

"Of course it is, because I don't work here." Long fingers strayed down lower, and he slid his hands over hers, interlacing their fingers just as they had reached their destination.

She groaned in disappointment, leaning her head onto his back. "I know what you want." His voice was husky.

"Then why don't you just let me have it?"

"Well, what would the fun be in that?"

She sighed, as he turned around, her arms still around his waist, as he pressed his forehead to hers, "You can have it if you can get it." He whispered against her lips.

Hazel eyes closed slowly, her lips quirking upwards, "Is that a challenge?"

"You can think of it like that, if you want."

"I think I'll take you up on that challenge then." And with that she pressed her lips to his.

He sighed into the kiss, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Thinking he was distracted, she went back to her original task, but he smirked against her lips, grasping her wrists, stopping her once again, "Sorry, can't make it that easy for you." He told her, pulling away.

She pouted, something unusual for her, she was used to seeing what she wanted and just going for it, except he was her road block, she just needed to find a way around him. "You're no fun."

"I didn't know I was supposed to be."

"You really should just let me have it."

"Wow, is this actually too hard for you?" He teased.

She scowled at him, "I know what I want, and you're not stopping me from getting it."

He leaned forward again, hands finding their way up her shirt, to gently stroke the flesh of her stomach, causing her to shiver, "Then go ahead, don't let me stop you."

She placed her lips near his ear, "Don't worry, I won't." she whispered, and then licked his ear, this time, causing him to shiver.

Before she knew it, she was back up on the counter, her legs around his waist, her shirt pulled up, and his on the floor, her lips crushed against his, and she had to wonder when all of that happened, and where the hell she was when it did happen. Not that it mattered really, because he wasn't going to distract her, even if this did feel good.

This time, it was his turn to be baffled, because she removed her lips from his, smiling triumphantly, waving the bright yellow cloth around his face. "Well, damn." He mock pouted.

She tied the bandana around her wrist, as if it were a medal to be displayed for all. She knew the only reason he had it was for her, he wasn't even that fond of yellow, at least he hadn't been until he had found out about her. "So, I guess I win then, what's my prize?"

"Hmm…who said you get a prize?" He teased again.

"Why, I'm insulted! Everybody gets a prize when they win, so I guess if you're not going to give me one, you'll just be it." She tugged him back to her.

"Well, I'm not complaining." He grinned, as they continued where they left off.

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