Title: Alex's Head
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yours. Enough said.
Notes: This is part of the 'Pssst…Just Between You & Me' series, and continues on with the fluffiness established in the first two parts.
Thanks and Tim Tams go to RiverStar and Kiera for beta'ing.
~x~
He's looking over again. Damn. Suck it up, Eames, you know the drill. Don't make eye contact, don't let on that you know what he's doing, and for God's sake, don't give yourself away by blushing. Just ignore him. That's it – nice and easy. Pretend like he's not even there. Pretend that it doesn't bother you when he looks at you like that. Pretend that those chocolate coloured eyes of his have no effect on you whatsoever. Chocolate ... huh! Couldn't just have ordinary brown eyes that would have been so easy to disregard, could he? No, he had to go and have luminous chocolate eyes that bear into your soul every time he looks at you.
I know he's doing it on purpose; looking at me, I mean. Probably wants me to get up and fetch him a file or something. Too bad, he can damn well get it himself. Staring at me isn't going to work nor is smiling that goofy little half smile of his, which he's just started doing. Nope, that smile isn't going to get him anywhere.
I can withstand that smile easily.
That smile does nothing for me.
Absolutely nothing.
Okay, so I'm a big fat liar. That smile turns my knees to mush. But as long as I don't look up I'll be fine. As long as I keep my head down and think about something else my dignity remains intact, right? Something else ... something ... I know! Lunch is coming up. What to have for lunch? Something chocolaty, perhaps? No, on second thoughts definitely not. I need to keep away from all things chocolate, because now I'm back to thinking about Goren and his eyes when two seconds ago I was doing just fine with the subject of lunch.
All right, time to come up with a new game plan. Here are the new rules of the day. Don't glance at him. All those surreptitious looks have to stop. Concentrate on the file in front of you. Be strong. Don't give into temptation; oh, god, I peeked. Of all the stupid, moronic things to do. Now I'm toast – the eyes I could pretend to ignore, but used in conjunction with the smile ... I have to look up and smile back. I have to.
Okay, I'm ready. On the count of three. One ... look up and establish eye contact. Two ... tilt your head to the side, retaining eye contact but giving the impression of nonchalance. Three ... you can do it, Alex, smile.
There – that wasn't so bad. Only now I have a bigger problem. Now he's smiling back at me and we're grinning at each other like a couple of idiots, and I can't seem to tear my eyes away. This can't be good, but I can't seem to make myself care.
End.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yours. Enough said.
Notes: This is part of the 'Pssst…Just Between You & Me' series, and continues on with the fluffiness established in the first two parts.
Thanks and Tim Tams go to RiverStar and Kiera for beta'ing.
~x~
He's looking over again. Damn. Suck it up, Eames, you know the drill. Don't make eye contact, don't let on that you know what he's doing, and for God's sake, don't give yourself away by blushing. Just ignore him. That's it – nice and easy. Pretend like he's not even there. Pretend that it doesn't bother you when he looks at you like that. Pretend that those chocolate coloured eyes of his have no effect on you whatsoever. Chocolate ... huh! Couldn't just have ordinary brown eyes that would have been so easy to disregard, could he? No, he had to go and have luminous chocolate eyes that bear into your soul every time he looks at you.
I know he's doing it on purpose; looking at me, I mean. Probably wants me to get up and fetch him a file or something. Too bad, he can damn well get it himself. Staring at me isn't going to work nor is smiling that goofy little half smile of his, which he's just started doing. Nope, that smile isn't going to get him anywhere.
I can withstand that smile easily.
That smile does nothing for me.
Absolutely nothing.
Okay, so I'm a big fat liar. That smile turns my knees to mush. But as long as I don't look up I'll be fine. As long as I keep my head down and think about something else my dignity remains intact, right? Something else ... something ... I know! Lunch is coming up. What to have for lunch? Something chocolaty, perhaps? No, on second thoughts definitely not. I need to keep away from all things chocolate, because now I'm back to thinking about Goren and his eyes when two seconds ago I was doing just fine with the subject of lunch.
All right, time to come up with a new game plan. Here are the new rules of the day. Don't glance at him. All those surreptitious looks have to stop. Concentrate on the file in front of you. Be strong. Don't give into temptation; oh, god, I peeked. Of all the stupid, moronic things to do. Now I'm toast – the eyes I could pretend to ignore, but used in conjunction with the smile ... I have to look up and smile back. I have to.
Okay, I'm ready. On the count of three. One ... look up and establish eye contact. Two ... tilt your head to the side, retaining eye contact but giving the impression of nonchalance. Three ... you can do it, Alex, smile.
There – that wasn't so bad. Only now I have a bigger problem. Now he's smiling back at me and we're grinning at each other like a couple of idiots, and I can't seem to tear my eyes away. This can't be good, but I can't seem to make myself care.
End.