The Blue Dress
Chapter Five: The Little Black Box

She huffed as she reached up for the box of files she needed. Why in the world would people make shelves so high?

Blowing a piece of hair out of her face, she stood back and put her hands on her hips as she surveyed the situation. Looking around, her eyes landed on a small stool against the door and walked over to it. Picking it up and moving it to the spot in front of the cases she needed, she climbed on it and stretched, ignoring the sound of the door clicking shut. She reached and reached and reached but only the tips of her fingers actually touched the box, barely grazing it.

She huffed again, climbing down from her stool and looking at the offending box with her hands on her hips. Giving up with a sigh, she went to the door to ask for help but when she turned the knob it didn't budge. Frowning, she jiggled the knob some more.

"No, no, no…" She growled, jiggling it harder. "Damnit!"

Today was not her day.

She banged against the door with her fist but she knew the attempts were futile. No one was going to hear her, at least not for a while. The door was too thick and the offices were too far for anyone to hear her any time soon but still she tried.

After a few more minutes of banging, she sighed in resignation and decided to go back to her attempt of getting the box down. Rolling up her sleeves, kicking her heels off, and hitching up her black dress, she lifted one foot to one side of the shelf before pulling herself up to lift the other one on the other side, climbing it like a tree.

With hurt hands and sore feet, she stabled herself on the two sides and turned her body to reach for the box. Suddenly, the door open.

"What the hell?" She heard a masculine voice say.

Turning her head, she saw Mr. Todd coming towards her with his arms stretched out to catch her. Her eyes flicked off him to the rapidly shutting door. She jumped a little, reaching for the door.

"Don't let it shut!"

He ignored her, placing his hands on her hips. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"The door!" She exclaimed, falling into his arms and running for the door.

But by the time she reached it, it was too late. It had already clicked closed. She pulled at the knob and growled loudly.

"Oh no!" She shouted and banged on the door.

"What the hell is going on, Raven?" He questioned again. "Your secretary said you came down here twenty minutes ago-

"Do you have a phone on you?" She asked, ignoring him.

"No. Now tell me-

"We're locked in," she sighed bluntly, leaning against the door and closing her eyes.

"What?"

"We. Are. Locked. In," she repeated slowly. "It only opens from the outside."

"No, we can't be," he said, coming over to the door and testing it for himself.

She shook her head at his attempts as she went back over to the elusive box on the highest shelf. She was going to get something done, damnit!

"Fuck!" He exclaimed, banging on the door. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I did. You just weren't listening to me," she huffed as she rolled up her sleeves and hiked her dress up again, not noticing his eyes wandering down to her legs. "But since you're here, come help me with this."

Readying herself, she began to climb up the shelves again, stopping until she was at eye level with the box. She felt hands reach up to her hips, keeping her steady as she reached for the box. Grabbing it with a satisfied smile, she handed it to him and attempted climbing back down. As she moved to do so, she felt his arms wrap tightly around her hips and lift her, removing her from off the shelves. He brought her down as slowly as he could, climbing his hands up her body to keep her from falling until she was just about eye level.

Her lips were parted and her face was flushed pink from their closeness. Her hands gripped lightly at his shoulders as he lowered her closer and closer to the ground, locking eyes with her. The tips of her toes touched the carpeted floor but his arms never moved to let her go. A small infinity passed as they held and stared at each other.

Without meaning to her eyes flicked down to his lips, parting hers slightly at the sight. She felt her stomach clench and her heart race at the prospect of kissing them, wondering what they tasted like. She tilted her head a little as if to lean in when, suddenly, he pulled away from her to the shelves opposite her.

She blinked as reality settled back into her, the moment fleeting away and leaving a feeling of disappointment in its wake. She watched him pitch his nose and rub his eyes.

"Do you think they'll be able to find us soon?" He asked, still rubbing at his eyes as he leaned against the shelves.

"I-I'm not sure," she stuttered, walking towards him. "Are you alright?"

He nodded. "Yes… Just another one of my… Headaches."

She nodded a little in response. Without thinking, she reached a hand up to his temple. "Well maybe if you stop rubbing your eyes-

His hand flew to her wrist with a snap when her fingertips touched him, causing her to gasp. His eyes were dark and intense and his whole body shook as if it was holding itself back. It was then that she knew that his headaches, weren't just headaches.

"Oh…" She whispered as she locked eyes with him again.

The world faded out again as she stared into his candy apple green eyes. He looked at her so intensely, she felt naked beneath his gaze but she made no moves to pull away. Instead her eyes moved back down to lips, imagining them on her.

Her lips, her cheek, her neck…

His eyes dropped to her lips as well, staring at them. He shook as he tried to regain control over himself. His hand involuntarily squeezed her wrist.

Down her collarbone and chest to her breasts and nipples…

Her lips parted as the bubble of lust swelled inside her, tightening more and more by the second.

Down her stomach, her hips… Lower…

She leaned a little towards him, her nose briefly touching his.

"Fuck it all," he growled before lifting his hand to the back of her head and crashing his lips with hers, swallowing her gasp.

Feeling his lips pull and massage hers, her eyes fluttered closed as she gave into the kiss - the idea of denying themselves the pleasure being the furthest thing from their minds. He turned them so that she was against the shelves, his hand letting go of her wrist and dropping to wrap around her waist, pulling her close. His tongue licked at her lips before pushing its way in and meeting her tongue.

He tasted like caramel and desire and it was addicting. Her hands found his hair, running through and tugging at it as the wet sounds of their kissing filled their ears. She moaned when she felt his teeth drag over her bottom lip before devouring her mouth again with another lusty growl.

His kisses were better than what she imagined - heated, lust-filled and dizzying in the most delicious way. They filled her and edged her on. Feeling bold, she slid her hands down from his hair to his chest, feeling the muscles that lied underneath.

She felt his hands dip down passed the slope of her back to her thigh, hiking it up to rest on his hip. Pressing his body closer to hers, he groaned as the bulge of his pants pressed against her silk covered warmth, enjoying the friction there.

Wanting more, her hands pushed at his blazer, sliding them off of his shoulders. Realizing what she was doing, he practically ripped it off of him and tossed the offending garment off to the side before pulling her closer to him and grinding against her. She moaned in response as her hands explored his body, feeling his muscles tighten to her touch while his hands did some exploring of their own.

They worked their way under the tight skirt of her dress, up her thigh, passed the lacy tips of her stockings to her bottom, feeling the elastic of her garter there. Grabbing a fistful of her ass, he moved against her causing the friction again. His chest rumbled as he groaned from the sensation again as the sound of her moaning danced in his ear. The hand on her cheek moved to her neck, running his thumb down her throat and tilting her head up to giving him more access to her mouth.

She bucked against his hips, matching him thrust for thrust as little moans and whines erupted from her throat from the friction of it all. Her mouth fell open, her breath swirling and dancing around with his as they teased each other.

Her eyes opened a little to meet his half-lidded ones watching her with fascination. And then she saw that infuriatingly sexy smirk of his.

Feeling that bubble grow tighter, she clenched her teeth and looked at him challengingly as one hand found his hair and the other one dipped lower to his belt. She saw his eyebrows arch in surprise but it was soon replaced by a look of confidence. His hips stopped moving as she felt his hand move from her ass to her thigh, sliding to her inner thigh. With his fingertips, he drew invisible patterns over her skin, climbing closer and closer to her warmth.

Her breath hitched in her throat just as his fingers grazed over her wetness-

Suddenly, the sound of a knob turning filled their ears and brought them slamming back into reality. Pulling his hands off of her, he backed away and straightened his clothes as as she did the same with hers, smoothing out her skirt.

"Mr. Todd?" They heard his receptionist call as she opened the door.

"Yeah?" He huffed out as he picked up his blazer from off the floor.

"I'm sorry, sir but I wasn't able to reach you on your cellphone but your three o'clock is here," she said, eyeing the two as they fixed and fidgeted with their clothing.

"I'll be right there." He nodded, slipping the garment on and moving to the door.

The young woman nodded, lingering a little longer and smiling to herself before heading off ahead of him.

He paused at the door, closing his eyes and willing himself not to turn around and lock lips with her again. He swallowed, turning his head a little towards her.

"Can we reschedule our appointment for tomorrow?" He asked, simply over his shoulder. "I'm afraid…I won't be much use to you later. My… Headaches and all."

She couldn't help but feel a little pang of hurt and disappointment but she didn't let it show. She nodded her head.

"I'll have my receptionist call yours," she answered, reaching for the box. "And I'll send you my findings by the end of tonight."

He nodded his head as he opened the door for her to walk through, not wanting her to be locked in again. Keeping her eyes down she walked passed him, murmuring a 'thank you' and walking down the hall to the elevator.

She very quickly noticed that he wasn't joining her, heading in the direction of the stairs. A sad sigh made it passed her lips as she pushed the button for the elevator but she knew that it was for the best. They shouldn't have kissed. They could have totally compromised the entire case. And yet…

The feeling of his hands still sizzled on the skin of her legs and ass and she still wanted more.