The door closed with a satisfying 'click'. She flicked the lock and pulled him to her, her back pushed up against the solid wood of the door.
She naked a hand beneath the collar of his shirt, touching her fingers against the warmth of his skin.
"You're a very attractive man, aren't you?"
She murmured, tiling her head, looking at him, his head bowed, his eyes the blue-green of the sea flecked with gold, his lips were ever so slightly parted and damp from where he had licked them.
"Yeah..."
He smiled slightly, rolling his eyes. She bit gently at her bottom lip.
She ran her fingernails through the hair at the nape of his neck, watching as the pulse at his throat began to quicken and he glanced to her lips...to her eyes, silently asking for her permission...
She smiled a faint, faraway smile, narrowing her eyes, using her free hand to move up from the bottom of his shirt, pulling him closer so that her fingers only barely had room to pull open each button. Once she had reached the last, she pushed back the fabric to his shoulders, allowing him to shrug it off so that it fell to the floor with a weightless crumple.
He touched her cheek, gently rubbing her skin with the backs of his fingers, tailing them down across her jaw, threading them through her hair and down to splay across her shoulders, his thumbs resting against her collar bone.
She slipped both arms about his neck, raising up on her toes so that her heels slipped from her shoes.
Her nose touched against his, he smiled, and as he exhaled she smelled the peppermint that so reminded her of him.
She dipped her face to kiss him, but paused, just letting her lips brush against his, feeling the breath catch in his throat as she pulled him even closer. She felt his hands move the length of her upper body, slipping slowly across her back, up across the sheer fabric of her blouse, just grazing her chest, the palms of his hands warm and wandering.
She brushed against his lips once more, just touching them with the tip of her tongue, teasing him, dragging her fingers up through his hair. He inhaled quickly, his lips twitched with the hint of a smile before she kissed him, a soft hot open mouthed kiss that gave way hurriedly to something more desperate. She struggled to catch her breath, slipping her tongue against his, her lips against his...
He reached down, his hands moving south from her hips, hitching up the black fabric of her skirt so that it bunched at her waist. He broke the kiss ever so slightly, bending slowly, running a series of kisses across her neck making her shudder against him while he moved his hands about her thighs, lifting her without warning, pulling her up so that he stood straight once again, her legs tightly wrapped about his hips, her forehead pressed against his.
He turned them both around, knocking the door as he did so, taking the couple of steps to the work surface to the right of the door and setting her down onto it, her legs still firmly about his waist. He ran a hand across her thigh, pinching the thin mesh of her tights and pushing a finger through, ripping them before she realised what he was doing.
She kissed him harder, hearing the soft rip and feeling how hard he was against her. He smelled like sex, his body felt hot and he leaned into her with such force that it was all she could do to hold onto him.
Then there was a knock at the door, loud staccato knock.
Tristan pulled away, raising his eyebrows in question. His lips were blurred and faintly smudged with her lipstick, his skin was flushed and his hair stood on end from where she had run her fingers through it. She shook her head, making to pull him back to her again, but the handle of the door grated, there wa s an odd double-click of the lock failing and the door opened.
Both Tess and Charlie made to enter, but faltered abruptly as they caught sight of Connie and Tristan.
"Uhm..."
Charlie was the first to speak, although what he said left much t obe desired. All four seemed frozen, Connie felt her thighs begin to tremble and her lips felt dry as she swallowed.
"I locked...I thought I'd locked it..."
She let her hands fall from Tristan's neck, cleared her throat and began smoothing her hair away from her face. Tristan glanced down at the hole he had ripped in her tights, deciding it best not to move from his dubious position.
"I don't think you did..."
Charlie offered, placing a hand to the back of his neck and averting his gaze while Tess still stood, open mouthed.
"No."
Connie murmured, as she shifted herself into a slightly comfier position on the work surface, all to aware that her skirt was pushed high up above her waist and that her thighs, only covered by her tights were in full view.
"I think you'd better, uh..."
Connie cleared her throat again, hearing the rattle of a trolley some way down the corridor.
"Yes..."
Tess placed her hand back on the door handle and looked to Charlie, her brown eyes wide.
"Uh, yes...yes."
He let his hand fall and he began to back slowly from the room.
"When you've got a minute, there's a patient requesting you...and um, you too."
He looked to Tristan who met his eyes quickly.
"Righto!"
Tristan answered a little too brightly, his eyebrows raised.
Charlie nodded, pursing his lips, looking to Tess again who followed him out slowly.
"See you in a...when you're..."
He gestured with a hand as Tess pulled the door closed behind them.
Tristan exhaled loudly, staggering backward away from her and leaning against the desk. Connie slipped down from where she perched upon the work top, pulling her skirt down over the tear in her tights.
"Fuck me!"
Tristan puffed out his cheeks before blowing out a whistling breath through pursed lips.
Connie glanced at him as she tucked her blouse back into her skirt.
"Are you ok?"
He asked, watching the tremble of her fingers.
She glanced at him again.
"I'm fine."
She whispered. His eyes sparkled with amusement, his cheeks still flushed with arousal, his chest pale but perfectly taught, and for the first time she saw his tattoos, and it was, she realised the first time that she had seen him at least half naked in the light.
His arms, usually hidden by his sleeves, were decorated, and there was a something written beneath the fine covering of dark hair on the left side of his chest.
He followed her gaze.
"Not noticed them before, huh?"
He squinted at her, unsure as to whether she would approve. She shook her head quickly.
"Get dressed."
She said, leaning down to pick up his shirt and tossing it over to him. He caught it one handed and pulled it the right way out before putting it back on and buttoning it up.
Once he had finished he made his way over to where she stood, hovering tensely by the door, her hand resting on the handle.
"Don't worry about it..."
He said quietly, smoothing her hair with his hand.
She closed her eyes against his touch.
"We can finish what we started tonight. After the party?"
He murmured, leaning into her and placing a kiss at her temple. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"I'll hold you to that."
She whispered.
More soon. Kendal-Rose... was the kiss ok? ;) Thank you again to everyone who writes such lovely reviews! xxx