My 101 collection has been a little neglected lately! I have so much going on and WAY to many stories being written at the same time. However I thought you might enjoy an alternate ending to the compass scene. An unrealistically sexy one...
"Lead you to happiness…" his breath tickled her neck as he secured the breathtaking necklace around her neck. Her fingers lifted to the compass face, brushing it gently. It was a reminder. A reminder that he wasn't going anywhere and whatever roads they followed would eventually lead them back to each other.
His large hands dropped to her shoulders, and he didn't move, didn't breathe. She did the same, not sure what would happen next. But she should have known.
The heat of his breath drew closer to her skin, and she wasn't surprised when his lips brushed the skin of her neck. It was a whisper, a glancing touch. She didn't move, terrified to spook him. She had rejected him so many times before. She remained still, not giving in, but not fleeing either.
She could practically hear the gears turning in his mind. She sighed in relief when she felt his lips press firmly into her neck. She lifted a hand to the back of his head, and pressed lightly, a soft signal encouraging him on.
His lips moved up her neck and he slowly tasted her skin as he moved to a position behind her ear. Her body flooded with chills as he spoke her name, "Olivia." One hand dropped from her shoulder and slid to her good hip while he sucked gently behind her ear.
She watched her own chest rise and fall, breathing deliberately slow, trying to remain in control. Unfortunately, he seemed set on making her release the death grip she held on the illusion of control.
His hand pressed into her hip, gently guiding her body into a position facing him. She nervously lifted her eyes to his, not entirely sure what she would read there. It wasn't soft affection, but it wasn't volatile passion either. It was deep unrequited love and adoration. It didn't feel like a choice when she leaned in and kissed him.
He didn't seem surprised by her impulsive response, and she wasn't either. This boiled beneath the surface for the better part of twenty five years.
What started slow and languid, quickly picked up in intensity. She opened her mouth willingly, inviting him to deepen the already perfect kiss. He wasted no time, and ran his tongue down hers so he was deep in her mouth. She suppressed the moan threatening to rise from her chest. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered they were in her office, but she had trouble finding reasons to care.
Thankfully, he handled her lightly. She suspected he wouldn't be nearly as soft if her hip wasn't injured. Still, that didn't stop him letting his hand drift from her good hip to her ass. She smiled against his lips when he gave her a light squeeze, because she couldn't believe this was happening, and there was something absurd about him gripping her ass in her office.
She couldn't suppress the aroused moan when he tugged at her bottom lip pulling her closer. Her noise encouraged him to let his hand drift up her shirt. He kept his hand low on her belly moving almost excruciatingly slow.
She broke away from the kiss, because she was in dire need of air. But she immediately missed his warm mouth on hers. She sealed her lips over his, and lifted her hand to the back of his head pressing his lips harder against hers. She picked up the tempo because, damn it, if he was leaving she was going to leave him one hell of a reason to come back.
His hands continued their assent up her shirt, and she fully realized, anyone could walk through that door at anytime, but she was exhausted with overthinking the future and decided that she wanted to live in the now.
He pressed into her and her ass hit her desk. The contact wasn't particularly hard, but everything on the left side of her body was tender, and she inadvertently yelped in pain.
He immediately jumped back, removing his hands. The quick removal of the warmth of his body contrasted the cold room air. "Oh God, Liv." The words rushed out, "I'm sorry…I," she silenced the ramble with a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled back in favor of resting her head on his shoulder. "Don't be sorry," she whispered. "Just come home."