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Several minutes after Jack left my office, I was back into my work. It had been a busy morning and with lagging updates, construction, and still only a partial staff, the work was just building up.
"Almeida," I said, not looking forward to whoever was on the other end, no doubtedly giving me some other thing that I needed to do or authorize or help with.
"Tony, Chappelle."
Damn not this guy again.
"Ryan, we're kind of busy at the moment. Any chance this can wait?"
"That's what I'm calling about. I'm sending over some help from division. They'll stay with you until you can hire a permanent replacement."
"Fine," I said, "thanks Ryan."
"Yeah," he said, and hung up.
I placed the receiver back on the hook and found my eyes unconsciously drifting to her desk. She was typing something and looked a little bit overwhelmed and bored. 'Screw it,' I thought, and picked up the phone.
"Dessler."
I longed to remove that tension from her voice.
"Hey it's me," I said.
"Thank God," she said, "I've been dying."
I chuckled at the humor in her voice.
"Come up," I said, knowing she would say yes.
She glanced up at me and nodded with a little smile on her face. After setting the phone down, I put the shades down. I started rummaging in my desk again, the tactic I had been using to make it seem nonchalant when she came in. I knew eventually I would have to come up with some variation; if I was always looking for something in my desk when she came up it'd be obvious. Now however, I could hardly get out a coherent sentence let alone a coherent thought. The door closed, I guess, but my eyes were more focused on her, and I only really noticed because I saw her body turn and her hand reach to turn the lock. There was a second as she sighed and stared at the door, and then she turned around and we rushed at each other. Lips were attached before we even had the chance to wrap our arms around each other, but soon after she was in my arms.
He parted his lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I had been so bored down stairs, as I couldn't honestly fully engage myself in the dull paperwork that was currently piling to the ceiling. His hand made its way further up the back of my shirt, and I felt his thumb drag up my leg. My arm was around his neck, keeping his head glued to mine and my other hand was on his face. He slowed down and nibbled on my bottom lip, making my legs pretty much buckle under me. Had Tony not been able to grab me I would have no doubt fell to the floor. He pulled back and looked at me wonderingly. I just smiled making his eyes gleam as he got the meaning: he had made my knees buckle. He kissed me again, but didn't move his hand from where it had slid up my leg when I slipped. He moved his hand from the outside of my leg to the inside, making me suck in my breath. His thumb restarted its strokes further up my leg.
"Tony," I breathed, pulling my lips back but keeping our faces together, "We can't do this here."
He groaned quietly in disappointment as he slipped his hand back towards my knee and kissed me one last time on the neck, leaving a lingering one on my lips. I hated pulling away from him. In fact I felt as though each time we did this it was getting harder and harder to wrench myself out of his grip. I just hoped we'd have enough self control so that it wouldn't progress into sex in his office.
"Tony, we need to make a pact with each other," I said, determined.
"Alright," he said, "As long as we seal it with a kiss."
His eyes gleamed and he grinned. I couldn't help but smile.
"We need to have promise each other that we won't have sex at work."
Tony just stared.
"Lose all hope," he said jokingly.
I smacked him on the arm, making him laugh at my face, which I was trying to get to look serious but that just refused to stop smiling at the moment.
"I'm serious!" I said, grinning stupidly.
"Okay, okay," he started, "No sex at work."
He put out his hand, and I shook it, feeling his arm pull me closer for a deep kiss.
There was a knock at the door and we both jumped about a mile apart. Tony wiped his mouth and opened the door. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's just Jack," he said, opening the door and letting him in.
This was a very good thing as my hasty attempt to correct my smeared lipstick and pull my hair back to how it was, wasn't going very well.
"Can you guys stop doing that in front of me," said Jack, motioning to the fact that we had obviously just finished making out.
"What?" I said innocently, finishing pulling my hair into a loose ponytail.
"Yeah what?" said Tony, walking over to me and putting a hand on my hip, kissing me quickly below my ear.
"That!" yelled Jack.
"I didn't see anything," I said slyly, walking out and turning to close the door, giving Tony a mischievous look.
"So have you talked to her yet?" asked Jack.
"Jack it's been like a couple hours. Besides, I don't want to do it here. I'll ask her about it when we go home," I said.
"So you are still sleeping together every night?" asked Jack with a partly amused, partly surprised expression.
He never ceased to surprise me with his bluntness. I just smiled slightly and shuffled the folders on my desk of all the work I had to do.
"That would be a yes," said Jack with a smirk.
"What can I say?" I said with a grunt of laughter, then becoming a little more serious, "She's perfect."
"And the sex is good?" said Jack.
"Incredible," I said.
Jack smirked.
"Well I would think so. Every time I see you two together you're making out. I'm definitely planning on steering clear of your apartment for a couple months."
"Don't worry. If there's a game I know will be on, or some other reason for visits, we'll go to her place and avoid all of my friends who have no love life and therefore are interested in every detail of mine," I said jokingly.
Jack laughed again.
"So back to business," I said, hoping to change the subject to something that wouldn't leave me moping in my office at my very inability to concentrate.
The next few hours consisted of boring review work, then filling out paper work and trying desperately to not let my mind wander. Before I knew it, it was after one o'clock and both Michelle and I were due an hour lunch break. I picked up the phone and waited while it rang.
"Hey baby," I said, lowering my voice and glancing at her station.
"Hey," she smiled.
"We're due a lunch break, you know? Break room?"
"What about people?"
"Honey, we're co-workers, friends. We used to eat together all the time. As long as we don't start having sex on the table I think we're good."
I laughed quietly as I saw her lips spread into a grin.
"See you in five," she breathed into the mouthpiece.
We were sitting in the break room, laughing and eating together.
"So," he said, and I sensed the change in his voice, "Can I take you home soon?"
I smiled.
"Tony, we have awhile. We have to be here at least another couple hours."
He groaned in protest, voice lowered.
"I miss you."
Despite myself I melted.
"I miss you too. But we have to be able to work together."
"I know."
He smiled.
We finished lunch and got back to work.
Three hours, twenty seven minutes later, it was time to leave. Not that I had been counting or anything.
"Tony," I said into the receiver, "Can we go now? Please?"
"Alright baby, see you in the car."
I left first today, grabbing my things haphazardly and trying to avoid anyone with a question or some urgent need that couldn't wait until tomorrow. In one motion he managed to open the car door, pull it closed behind him, and grab me, kissing me hungrily.
"God," I sighed into his lips, pulling back slightly, "Let's get out of here. Now please."
He smiled, that soft curve of the lips that I loved.
"Where to?"
"My place, I think. That okay?"
"That's fine," he said, starting the car and taking my hand.
I opened the door to my apartment. It was good to come back home; I was sure that I was out of clothes at Tony's. Tony walked into my bedroom, stripped off his jacket, and collapsed tiredly on my bed, pulling at the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning it slightly. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my hair out of the clip, grabbing a hair tie from the bathroom and pulling it into a ponytail. I removed the skirt I had been wearing and collapsed onto the bed next to Tony. I felt a hand on my bare leg, turning to Tony just in time for him to role on top of me. He kissed me softly, then more passionately. He started kissing my neck, making my body shudder. I felt a groan escape my throat as he settled on top of me. I rolled over so that I was on top of him, straddling his hips and sitting on top of him, feeling flustered. He looked up at me and smiled slightly. I unbuttoned his shirt and leaned down and kissed his chest, pulling back after a moment and kissing him hard on the lips. I moved my hand down to his belt and held his gaze as I undid the buckle. I through the belt behind me, opening his pants and pushing my hands inside, lifting myself slightly off of him and slipping his pants down past his knees. I kissed him again, feeling more desperate for him by the second. He flipped me over and slid his lips over to my neck. Pulling off of me, he discarded his pants, then kneeled between my legs and pulled my shirt over my head. He leaned down and kissed me, hands on either side of my body, one in my hair. My hand reached down to the top of his boxers. I ran the back of my hand across his lower stomach and he groaned. I slid my hands further down and pulled his boxers off. He kissed my neck, gasping for breath, and slipped his hand underneath my back, unclipping my bra and throwing it behind him. He removed my remaining clothes and returned to my lips, kissing me so hard I could barely breathe. I kissed him back, loving the weight of his body settling on top of me. We made love slowly, collapsing in a heap. He rolled off me and kissed me softly, smiling against my lips.
"Tony?" I said sleepily.
"Yes?"
"I like this much better than work."
Tony chuckled breathily.
"Yeah me too. In fact I like this better than most stuff."
I laughed against his lips, kissing him once then twice, lightly on the lips.
"I love you."
"I love you," he said back.
"Can we please just stay in bed forever?"
"Ah I wish!" he laughed, "But for now-"
He left me to fill in the blanks as he kissed me lightly on the lips again.
"Hey Chelle?"
"Yeah."
"Will you move in with me?"
"Will you move in with me?"
She pulled back slightly, her smile on full wattage.
"You, you want to live with me?" she asked.
"More than anything. And you can talk to Kim. She's looking for her own place, and you guys are friends. She could take your apartment and you could move in. You could keep your 'official' address for CTU purposes. But we'd live together. Would that work?"
"You've thought of everything!" she said, kissing me on the lips.
"So, so we would be really, really living together," she said, slightly breathlessly.
"You're name would be on the lease," I smiled.
"Oh Tony!" she said, rolling over on top of me.
I smiled.
"So will you move in with me?"
"Will I, will I- Of course I'll move in with you!"
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body currently over mine on all fours down on top of mine and rolling her over with a huge smile on my face.
"So when can I move in? Can I start packing? Let's do it!"
I laughed at her, smiling into her lips as I kissed her firmly.
"Relax honey," I said laughing, "We're not going to get out of bed right now and move you in the dark!"
She giggled.
"You can move in whenever you want, baby. As soon as possible. This weekend I'll help you pack up. We can get Jack and Kim, since she'll know anyway, to help too."
She kissed me frantically, rolling me over and starting to make love to me again. I smiled against her lips and moved my body up against her. She gasped and kissed me harder. This time it was much more urgent and less controlled than before, and we both collapsed into an exhausted heap. She rolled off of me, and I slid onto my side up next to her, pulling her body into mine. She reached her hand up to the side of my neck, playing with a little bit of my hair. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me and kissed her lightly, briefly removing my hand from her back where I was playing with her hair to pull the sheet up so that it was wrapped around us. Together we fell asleep, warm in each other's arm. The last thing I saw as my eyes closed was Michelle, already falling into sleep, with a slight smile on her face.
I could hear someone calling my name, but it wasn't Tony. I figured I was dreaming and pulled him closer. But when I heard someone gasp and the sound of laughter, as well as Tony slipping out of my arms, I reluctantly moved from the warmth of his embrace. I glanced at Tony, my body still pointing towards him from the position we had been sleeping in, pulling the sheet so it was under my arms. He was looking at my bedroom door, biting his lip nervously, and he was blushing furiously. I immediately flipped my head to the door a couple feet in front of the foot of my bed and almost died of embarrassment at the sight of Stacey, one of my best friends, and Kim, standing in my doorway in fits of embarrassed laughter. I could feel my cheeks growing hot.
"Guys," I said, trying to sound not as embarrassed as I felt.
Tony looked like he was about to pass out from the stress.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, it's like eleven and we were hoping to watch a movie and have some girlie time. But clearly you're busy," said Stacey.
I gave her a meaningful look, gesturing to Tony who was squirming.
"Uh, Stace this is Tony," I said.
They both held up an awkward hand in a greeting gesture.
"And Kim-"
"Yeah, I think I've already met him," she said, glancing at Stacey rather than Tony, trying and failing to hide her smile.
"We should, uh, probably give you a minute," said Stacey, fighting to control her laughter.
"That would be good," I said, biting my lip to stop the smile that was slowly forming.
They left closing the door and Tony and I burst out in laughter; I was sure they would've heard it.
"Sorry baby," I said, "I knew I shouldn't have given them a key."
Tony laughed and kissed me.
"Well, apart from not particularly wanting to meet your friends this way, and the added piece that I won't be able to look at Kim at work for at least a month without turning red, that could've been worse. Hey we could've been having sex," he said.
"Good thing they didn't show up an hour earlier," I giggled.
"Very good thing. Uh, what exactly do we do now?" he asked.
"Well baby, I need to go talk to them, you can come with me, the embarrassment will probably wear off after a while, you could make an appearance then hide out in here, or if you want you could go home if it's too uncomfortable-"
"And how would I sleep all night without you," he said, making me smile.
I rolled over on top of him and kissed him, giving him a smile and brushing a curl that had fallen out of my ponytail behind my ear.
"We had better get some clothes on. As much as I like seeing you naked I'm guessing the awkward factor wouldn't decrease if we went out like this," he said, making me laugh.
I watched him pull on his boxers and jeans he had left at my apartment, along with a shirt. I pulled on clothes, regretfully seeing him cover his bare chest. I grabbed his hand, suddenly noticing the emptiness in my stomach; I was ravenous.
"I'm so hungry," I said.
"I can make something," he said, jumping at the opportunity to give me some time to talk to the girls before the inevitable, "What do you feel like?"
"Are you sure you're okay with that?" I asked, smiling at him.
"Of course, cooking is a good way to relieve stress," he joked.
"Not for me."
He smiled, knowing of my inability to cook.
"You ready for this," I asked.
He took a breath.
"If you are," he said, with a sexy turn of his lips.
I leaned in and kissed him, grabbing the doorknob and breaking away as I opened it, holding onto his hand so that he wouldn't feel as uncomfortable as we walked into the TV room and sat on the couch, looking at the smiling girls.
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