Title: Bobby'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~
I wonder what she's thinking. It looks like she's thinking about … well, something. Yep, she's definitely thinking. That cute little furrow between her brows gives her away every time. The paperwork isn't that challenging and she hasn't actually written anything down in ages, so it's not that. In fact, it looks more like she's doodling over there – doodling and thinking. What's going on in that remarkable head of hers?
Crap! Maybe she's onto me. Maybe she's thinking about me looking at her. Maybe she's thinking what a retarded moron she has for a partner. Maybe she's thinking that she ought to request a transfer or something to get away from the big scary guy who won't stop staring at her. The big scary guy who at this very moment is conjuring up an image of her in red silk and not much else. The big scary guy who is entertaining very un-partner-like thoughts that involve her in the said red silk and a king sized bed ... and maybe a hot tub afterwards.
Idiot! Just stop staring. Rotate your eyes and concentrate on something else ... lunch, yeah, food is a good substitute. If I can't sink my teeth into Eames, I can sure as hell sink them into something just as sweet and juicy and ... shit! Get a grip, Bobby old boy, because if she ever finds out that you think about her as something edible she'll shoot you, right between your beady little eyes. And you'll deserve it.
Uh oh, now she's looking at me. Why is she looking at me? What did I do to her? I'm just sitting here minding my own business ... okay, so maybe I'm staring a little, but that's no reason for her to look at me. She can't know that I'm obsessing over her or thinking about biting her, right? Or can she? I know she's good, but she's not a mind reader. At least, I hope to hell she's not, because I'm in for a whole lot of trouble if she is. Ah, now she's tilted her head to the side. She looks so adorable when she does that, especially when she frowns and thinks at the same time. She's not frowning right now, and I still have no idea what is going on in her mind, but maybe if I just ignore her then she'll go back to her thinking and doodling and leave me to my staring in peace.
She's impossible to ignore now. She's smiling. She's looking at me with her head tilted to the side and she's smiling.
Breathe. I need to remember to breathe.
Okay, so now I'm grinning at her and she's still smiling at me and I'm sure that we look like a couple of grade A idiots. But as long as she keeps smiling, allowing me to look at her overtly and smile back, I don't 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~
I wonder what she's thinking. It looks like she's thinking about … well, something. Yep, she's definitely thinking. That cute little furrow between her brows gives her away every time. The paperwork isn't that challenging and she hasn't actually written anything down in ages, so it's not that. In fact, it looks more like she's doodling over there – doodling and thinking. What's going on in that remarkable head of hers?
Crap! Maybe she's onto me. Maybe she's thinking about me looking at her. Maybe she's thinking what a retarded moron she has for a partner. Maybe she's thinking that she ought to request a transfer or something to get away from the big scary guy who won't stop staring at her. The big scary guy who at this very moment is conjuring up an image of her in red silk and not much else. The big scary guy who is entertaining very un-partner-like thoughts that involve her in the said red silk and a king sized bed ... and maybe a hot tub afterwards.
Idiot! Just stop staring. Rotate your eyes and concentrate on something else ... lunch, yeah, food is a good substitute. If I can't sink my teeth into Eames, I can sure as hell sink them into something just as sweet and juicy and ... shit! Get a grip, Bobby old boy, because if she ever finds out that you think about her as something edible she'll shoot you, right between your beady little eyes. And you'll deserve it.
Uh oh, now she's looking at me. Why is she looking at me? What did I do to her? I'm just sitting here minding my own business ... okay, so maybe I'm staring a little, but that's no reason for her to look at me. She can't know that I'm obsessing over her or thinking about biting her, right? Or can she? I know she's good, but she's not a mind reader. At least, I hope to hell she's not, because I'm in for a whole lot of trouble if she is. Ah, now she's tilted her head to the side. She looks so adorable when she does that, especially when she frowns and thinks at the same time. She's not frowning right now, and I still have no idea what is going on in her mind, but maybe if I just ignore her then she'll go back to her thinking and doodling and leave me to my staring in peace.
She's impossible to ignore now. She's smiling. She's looking at me with her head tilted to the side and she's smiling.
Breathe. I need to remember to breathe.
Okay, so now I'm grinning at her and she's still smiling at me and I'm sure that we look like a couple of grade A idiots. But as long as she keeps smiling, allowing me to look at her overtly and smile back, I don't care.
End.