... ... ... PRYING EYES ... ... ...
To make good use of a brief pause they had, not yet that impudent to drag him into some nook to kiss and squeeze, but as if chitchatting in the kitchen. Her rear propped at the edge of a windowsill, and his feet toe to toe with hers - too close for a formal cup of something.
"I'm still intrigued. So, what moments do we need to discuss?" she wondered with pretty enthusiasm, though, those could be whatsoever, not that pleasant... But wait, this man doesn't provide anything unpleasant!
"Well, first, I like you," soft and confident he spoke, his sparkling eyes fixed on hers.
Maybe revising her morals about making-out at the workplace? However, no, place is not a problem. Timing is rather a matter, valuing no rush, no interference...
"Hm, copied. Have no objections," she made him laugh. "Can charge me with the same regarding yourself. And then go on..."
So official and so alluringly hot. He'd readily listen, serve and execute anytime.
"We kissed..." he continued with a prolonged period to recall.
"Hm... not once... but not enough... but long... enough... or not... and not only on the lips... but other parts... and touched." What the fuck is she doing?! Where is the nearest nook to drag him to?! Fuck the timing, better him!
"We work together," out of the blue he calmly cooled her down with this reminder, as if he read her mind. Of course he could! "I wouldn't ask. But not to discredit anyone and not to have issues with someone above, in the department, I mean, not God, in a responsible manner to sign an agreement."
"Aw, I see, to have a prove in your hands I don't harass you at job?" she loved to challenge and amuse him. Ain't it illegal to be funny (or silly) in the office and over the subject?
"To affirm it's consensual," still grinning, he tried to put it serious, even with a bit of reproach.
"Hm, 'consensual'... What a word... Say it again. Sounds so sexy."
Now he in his mind desperately sought some out of prying eyes corner to squeeze her into. A working atmosphere? To hell with it!
"And by the way," he regained self-control and straightened up. "Can I show my feelings around... or should we keep pretending like nothing's going on?" That would be the most important - worried about - question for him. And frankly, for her - the only she didn't know how to answer yet.
But of course everyone around saw there IS something definite and significant between these two. The glances they gave each other - nobody dared to appear in the way not to be punished by the Heavens. And when the next day after "chitchatting" he primarily came to the Desk Sergeant to ask those specific papers without mentioning for whom, he heard that woman's 'accusatory' tone, "Finally! I was about to bring them myself. Ha, too much credit... But If you hurt her, I'll kick you out of this city!" And when, in two minutes signed by both, he expectantly placed them at the table of his Sergeant, that man without skipping through simply dropped, "What took you so long, bro?" Could also be added, "Blessed. And out back to work." That obvious. That easy.
"Agreement, yes, we'll do to protect your honor and dignity," she smirked and then sort of excusably went on. "But there's nothing for the rest to show. We just kissed. It's not that we're seeing each other..." Making out in the car is not a reason either, right? Or confessing face to face that they like each other? Where is that line when after crossing it you can proudly and possessively declare, "That is my man!"? She felt fully out of this world and its rules, 'cause for damn long been offside.
"So, I can't touch you... in public?" not pouting, only genuinely clarifying, he's aware and not pushing. Whether 'dating or not' they'll determine somewhat later.
And yet, his hands fell lightly on her waist. So wanted physical contact at last! Not venturing to convert her but appeasing. That's all. That's it.
Thus, who is she fooling then? She can't decline him. Or merely doesn't want to. Witness whosoever! But...
"Papers first."