Chapter Three
Only three days past and the strain was becoming evident to them both.
Being alone in the day was slowly driving them insane.
They needed each other.
They needed to be healed by each other's touch.
She needed his arms holding her securely as she slept.
He needed her skin touching his to remind him he was alive.
The warmth they both generated would turn into bolts of electricity.
From one look, to one touch.
A spark would ignite and it wouldn't fade until it was fed with all the energy it could take.
The heat they produced.
The connection between them.
The small innocent touches.
The flirting in private.
The words that would slip.
It all created a monster and that monster was begging to be free.
She watched him walk down the corridor.
They both knew it.
He saw her sitting by the A/V table, watching him. He restrained himself, forced himself to keep his eyes straight, but as he past the door, he glanced at her and smiled as she looked away quickly with pinked cheeks.
He knew it would happen and revelled in it.
Those pink cheeks.
Those brown eyes.
Those sweet lips.
Her soft skin.
He cleared his throat nervously and continued on his way.
Thinking of her like that was going to get him in trouble.
He could feel the ache.
He could feel her ache.
But they were at work.
That didn't matter.
It wasn't going to happen again.
They had broken the promise they made.
And made a new one, but that promise would be broken again and they knew it.
Before it even passed their lips.
** ** ** **
Three days was a lifetime.
His heart jumped at the sound of a knock on his front door. He opened it and gasped at the sight before him.
She was wearing black pants and a blouse. Her black leather jacket was protecting her from the chill of the evening.
The rain had left her skin cool.
Her hair damp.
Her cheeks chilled.
She couldn't help it. She was walking and found herself on his doorstep. This wasn't what they agreed. He broke the promise the first time and now she was doing it for the second.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
He watched her skin pale and grasped her hand tightly.
"You're cold." He gasped.
She nodded and started to cry at the feel of his arms wrapping around her.
He held her tight.
"Ssssh. It's ok." He soothed.
She shook her head and pulled away. "I shouldn't be here. I promised, but I can't." She wiped her eyes, but the tears still came. "I can't stop. I can't be away from you. I'm hurting so much, I can't stop it. I can't." She repeated, pulling him closer and kissing him feverishly.
He couldn't stop it either.
He knew the depth of her feelings for him and she knew his.
Rules were meant to be broken, but to loose one job and never see each other again was a terrifying thought.
He would tell her.
If she didn't come, he would have gone to her before the evening ended.
He would be standing on her doorstep in the rain.
Drenched and cold.
Asking to come in with tears in his eyes.
The painful ache in his heart.
The need to hold her tight and never let her go.
But the fear of being found out thwarted their chances of being together.
The lab would separate them.
Transfer one and punish them both.
It was time to take the next step.
Make the big decision.
Decide what happens.
And live with the consequences to the actions that take place.
His body enveloped her.
Offering his heat.
His heart.
His entire being to warm her.
His hands ran up her wet jacket and effortlessly pushed it from her body.
Pulling out of the kiss, his eyes trailed down her clammy skin and sighed with concern. "You could be ill this time tomorrow." He whispered. "Come on."
He clasped his hand in hers and tugged on it gently.
She followed him into the bathroom.
Her eyes wandering the small room as he turned the shower on.
She kicked her shoes off and waited.
Turning to her slowly, he smiled and started to unbutton her blouse.
She watched his eyes follow his hands as he pushed the blouse over her shoulders, letting it fall effortlessly to the floor.
He leaned forward and kissed her neck lightly.
Her eyes closed at the sensation and the feel of his warm lips on her cold skin.
His fingers glided over her stomach to the waistband of her pants.
The button and zip coming undone easily.
His lips caressed her neck and throat as she pushed her pants effortlessly to her feet.
Running his hands up her body to her bra, he pulled back and watched as he unclasped the hook and slowly removed the damp silk.
The last piece of clothing was her underwear, but before his hands reached for her waist, she pushed him back into the stall and smiled mischievously.
His laughter echoed through the room.
Her lower body pressed against his as she pulled his shirt open.
The water was soft on their skin as she continued to unbuckle his pants.
Raising her eyes to his, she focused on the dark blue as she let his pants drop to the shower floor.
His eyes never left hers as his boxers soon joined his pants.
Her hands came up slowly.
Her fingers relishing in the shivers as they ran over his chest.
Leaning forward, she looked down at her hands as she reached the scar on his neck.
His head lowered and his eyes closed as her tongue traced the outline.
Stepping out of his clothes, he turned them and pushed her against the warming wet wall.
Hers eyes watched her hands as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders.
He pushed his body against hers and began kissing her slowly as his hands worked her panties down her legs.
They were tired.
Tired of hiding.
Tired from a long shift the night before.
Tired from all the running emotions coursing through them.
Breaking the kiss, he lowered his head to her collarbone.
Licking and sucking on her wet flesh.
Her head fell back against the shower wall.
His mouth driving her crazy.
Her hands gently squeezed his shoulders as he tasted her breasts.
Moans echoed through the room as he pushed further into her.
She raised her right leg and wrapped it around his waist.
Smiling, he raised his eyes to hers and lifted her.
She grinned and pulled his head to her. Kissing him softly as he entered her.
Such slow thrusts and slow passionate kisses.
The love flowed from them.
Seeping into one another and wrapping around them like a tight blanket.
They knew that they had to talk, but right now was not the time.
His hands glided over her back and up to her shoulder blades.
Her fingers tangled in his curls as his mouth explored her neck tenderly.
They were on fire.
The water cascaded over them both.
Warming their bodies.
But burning as their passion heated and fed their hunger for each other.
Slowly, the fever began to break.
His eyes locked with hers.
Caressing her cheek lightly, he closed his eyes and rest his forehead to hers as their release washed over them together.
She cried out at the intensity and held him tightly.
Her legs loosened in exhaustion, but he held her close.
Reaching blindly, he turned the shower off and stepped out onto the floor mat.
She buried her face in his neck as he wrapped a towel around her and carried her to his bed.
Laying down beside her, he brushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek.
She snuggled into his body as he wrapped his arms around her protectively.
Only three days past and the strain was becoming evident to them both.
Being alone in the day was slowly driving them insane.
They needed each other.
They needed to be healed by each other's touch.
She needed his arms holding her securely as she slept.
He needed her skin touching his to remind him he was alive.
The warmth they both generated would turn into bolts of electricity.
From one look, to one touch.
A spark would ignite and it wouldn't fade until it was fed with all the energy it could take.
The heat they produced.
The connection between them.
The small innocent touches.
The flirting in private.
The words that would slip.
It all created a monster and that monster was begging to be free.
She watched him walk down the corridor.
They both knew it.
He saw her sitting by the A/V table, watching him. He restrained himself, forced himself to keep his eyes straight, but as he past the door, he glanced at her and smiled as she looked away quickly with pinked cheeks.
He knew it would happen and revelled in it.
Those pink cheeks.
Those brown eyes.
Those sweet lips.
Her soft skin.
He cleared his throat nervously and continued on his way.
Thinking of her like that was going to get him in trouble.
He could feel the ache.
He could feel her ache.
But they were at work.
That didn't matter.
It wasn't going to happen again.
They had broken the promise they made.
And made a new one, but that promise would be broken again and they knew it.
Before it even passed their lips.
** ** ** **
Three days was a lifetime.
His heart jumped at the sound of a knock on his front door. He opened it and gasped at the sight before him.
She was wearing black pants and a blouse. Her black leather jacket was protecting her from the chill of the evening.
The rain had left her skin cool.
Her hair damp.
Her cheeks chilled.
She couldn't help it. She was walking and found herself on his doorstep. This wasn't what they agreed. He broke the promise the first time and now she was doing it for the second.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
He watched her skin pale and grasped her hand tightly.
"You're cold." He gasped.
She nodded and started to cry at the feel of his arms wrapping around her.
He held her tight.
"Ssssh. It's ok." He soothed.
She shook her head and pulled away. "I shouldn't be here. I promised, but I can't." She wiped her eyes, but the tears still came. "I can't stop. I can't be away from you. I'm hurting so much, I can't stop it. I can't." She repeated, pulling him closer and kissing him feverishly.
He couldn't stop it either.
He knew the depth of her feelings for him and she knew his.
Rules were meant to be broken, but to loose one job and never see each other again was a terrifying thought.
He would tell her.
If she didn't come, he would have gone to her before the evening ended.
He would be standing on her doorstep in the rain.
Drenched and cold.
Asking to come in with tears in his eyes.
The painful ache in his heart.
The need to hold her tight and never let her go.
But the fear of being found out thwarted their chances of being together.
The lab would separate them.
Transfer one and punish them both.
It was time to take the next step.
Make the big decision.
Decide what happens.
And live with the consequences to the actions that take place.
His body enveloped her.
Offering his heat.
His heart.
His entire being to warm her.
His hands ran up her wet jacket and effortlessly pushed it from her body.
Pulling out of the kiss, his eyes trailed down her clammy skin and sighed with concern. "You could be ill this time tomorrow." He whispered. "Come on."
He clasped his hand in hers and tugged on it gently.
She followed him into the bathroom.
Her eyes wandering the small room as he turned the shower on.
She kicked her shoes off and waited.
Turning to her slowly, he smiled and started to unbutton her blouse.
She watched his eyes follow his hands as he pushed the blouse over her shoulders, letting it fall effortlessly to the floor.
He leaned forward and kissed her neck lightly.
Her eyes closed at the sensation and the feel of his warm lips on her cold skin.
His fingers glided over her stomach to the waistband of her pants.
The button and zip coming undone easily.
His lips caressed her neck and throat as she pushed her pants effortlessly to her feet.
Running his hands up her body to her bra, he pulled back and watched as he unclasped the hook and slowly removed the damp silk.
The last piece of clothing was her underwear, but before his hands reached for her waist, she pushed him back into the stall and smiled mischievously.
His laughter echoed through the room.
Her lower body pressed against his as she pulled his shirt open.
The water was soft on their skin as she continued to unbuckle his pants.
Raising her eyes to his, she focused on the dark blue as she let his pants drop to the shower floor.
His eyes never left hers as his boxers soon joined his pants.
Her hands came up slowly.
Her fingers relishing in the shivers as they ran over his chest.
Leaning forward, she looked down at her hands as she reached the scar on his neck.
His head lowered and his eyes closed as her tongue traced the outline.
Stepping out of his clothes, he turned them and pushed her against the warming wet wall.
Hers eyes watched her hands as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders.
He pushed his body against hers and began kissing her slowly as his hands worked her panties down her legs.
They were tired.
Tired of hiding.
Tired from a long shift the night before.
Tired from all the running emotions coursing through them.
Breaking the kiss, he lowered his head to her collarbone.
Licking and sucking on her wet flesh.
Her head fell back against the shower wall.
His mouth driving her crazy.
Her hands gently squeezed his shoulders as he tasted her breasts.
Moans echoed through the room as he pushed further into her.
She raised her right leg and wrapped it around his waist.
Smiling, he raised his eyes to hers and lifted her.
She grinned and pulled his head to her. Kissing him softly as he entered her.
Such slow thrusts and slow passionate kisses.
The love flowed from them.
Seeping into one another and wrapping around them like a tight blanket.
They knew that they had to talk, but right now was not the time.
His hands glided over her back and up to her shoulder blades.
Her fingers tangled in his curls as his mouth explored her neck tenderly.
They were on fire.
The water cascaded over them both.
Warming their bodies.
But burning as their passion heated and fed their hunger for each other.
Slowly, the fever began to break.
His eyes locked with hers.
Caressing her cheek lightly, he closed his eyes and rest his forehead to hers as their release washed over them together.
She cried out at the intensity and held him tightly.
Her legs loosened in exhaustion, but he held her close.
Reaching blindly, he turned the shower off and stepped out onto the floor mat.
She buried her face in his neck as he wrapped a towel around her and carried her to his bed.
Laying down beside her, he brushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek.
She snuggled into his body as he wrapped his arms around her protectively.