Camera's
Where are Greg and Sara hiding in 'I Like To Watch'? Here's my theory. It will have several chapters. Characters not mine.
"Come on, Sara." Greg pleaded, pulling her through the currently deserted hallway toward one of the closed doors.
She wasn't exactly protesting, he noted, as he pulled her into one of the not often used broom closets, shutting the door behind them.
"Was there a specific point to this?" she asked.
He pulled her to him, pressing a kiss to her lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I haven't kissed you in thirteen, no fourteen hours!" he commented.
Sara smiled, returning the kiss, tangling her fingers in the shaggy brown hair at the nape of his neck. "Twelve hours. Wow… New record." She teased him.
He bit his lip in thought, making him look all the more adorable. "No, actually, we went two days once when I was sick and refused to let you kiss me…" he pointed out, running one hand through her hair, the other staying settled on her waist.
"I stand corrected."
Greg smirked, leaning over to kiss her again. "You wouldn't be standing if this closet were a bit bigger." He whispered against her lips.
She laughed, her hand slipping under his neon orange button up shirt along the well defined muscles of his chest.
He groaned, kissing along her neck until he left several marks that he knew would prove difficult to hide. He ran his hand over the smooth skin of her flat stomach. "You know, the camera's interrupted me every time I tried to call you today… I swear the have OnStar implanted under my skin."
"If they find us in here, I might have to kill them." She said, deepening the next kiss until air became a necessity.
"Mmm…" he groaned, pushing her against the wall, his tender kisses turning passionate.
They were both suddenly aware that the room had gotten brighter, and the fact that there were no windows in the closet, it led them to one conclusion. Someone had opened the door.
"Who pressed the OnStar button?" Greg mumbled quickly, putting a bit of distance between himself and Sara. He then turned his attention to the two men, one of which held a camera, standing in the doorway. "Just looking for a light bulb." He made up the first excuse that came to mind.
He jabbed Sara in the side with an elbow once he was sure any clothing had been adjusted before they went back out into the light. "Oh, look! There they are!" Sara covered his excuse, pointing tone of the boxes beside them.
"Right." Greg nodded, grabbing one of them and taking Sara's hand to drag her out of the room.
The camera men exchanged smirks and laughed, following the two out of the room.
Location: Broom Closet
Excuse: Light Bulb
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