One brow was arched as she watched him. She had to wonder what was going through his head, did he think that that had actually been a good save?
"Pencils?"
She pushed herself off from the door, there wasn't much room, but she closed the distance and looked at the box in Jack's hand, then to the shelf it came from. There were three other boxes she could see and she looked back to Jack.
"Looks like we're pretty well stocked to me."
Another step closer, anymore and she'd pressed up against him.
"You sure you're okay? You look like you might be a little flushed there."
She reaches a hand up and places the back of it against his forehead, as if taking his temperature, but she moves it after a moment, letting it side down his left cheek, her fingers moving along his jaw.
Was he flushed? It did feel rather hot in the supply closet, but it always did, didn't it? All stuffy with supplies and the close space, and now with two people of course it was hot. Never mind that he could feel the tips of his ears burning, it must just be the temperature.
The touch to his face didn't help matters. He nearly crushed the box in his hands trying to keep himself composed. He set it back on the shelf as he hand slid over his jaw and he let out a low breath. She was making it very difficult to maintain his gentlemanly composure. His hands still resting on the shelf, he looked to her with one eyebrow slightly lifted.
"Angela," His tone was an attempt at a warning, but came out almost teasing. "We're on duty."
She couldn't stop it this time and a smile crept across her lips as she looked him up and down. It as satisfying to see him act the way he was, like he was crumbling. She licked her lips and dragged her bottom one between her teeth.
The storage room was awfully warm and she brought her other hand up to pop open a couple of buttons of her blouse. Making sure to keep eye contact with Jack as she did so. She took part of her collar and moved it, like she was fanning herself.
The way she licked her lips, the way her lip dragged between her teeth, it made him avert his eyes. It made him think about things that he really should not be thinking about while they were supposed to be waiting on word from their operatives. Yet those thoughts wouldn't go away.
He turned to face her, resolute in telling her they should meet in his quarters later, but she was unbuttoning that blouse in a way that made all of the blood rush from his brain to parts of his body that had no involvement in logical decision making. His gaze darted to her partially exposed chest, to her face. To her chest then her face again. It was like a short circuit in his brain.
"It's..." he cleared his throat, trying to sound like the commander he was. And failing horribly. "...hardly soundproofed in here." For as lacking in creativity as he was, he certainly wasn't known to be quiet in bed.
If she wasn't confident that there would be no negative repercussions she wouldn't be doing any of this. Or about to do what she was. She had felt what was between them, the looks, the touches, the time they'd spent. So she took a deeper breath and her heart in her chest was beating hard. She closed the distance, leaning up on her tiptoes so she could whisper in his ear, though she made sure that her chest pressed against him as she did.
"And leave you like this?"
She moved her leg so it brushed against his crotch and she nipped at his earlobe.
Even if he did give in to some of the things playing out in his head, repercussions would be difficult. It was one of the reasons he kept himself to such a strict code of personal conduct. They weren't like some corporate or even military outfit. The next link above him in the chain of command was somewhat nebulous and difficult to reach. But that was no reason to be undignified.
Then again, as her leg came up between his legs and her teeth found ear, he tried to back away. But he about a quarter step before his back hit the wall. He should have commanded her to stop, insisted they wait until later. But his weight pressed against the wall, his feet moving slightly further apart. It was hard to deny that even that slight touch through his pants was something he wanted to feel again.
His hands found her hips, but he didn't push her away. "More questions than the two of us being in here so long?"
There was a thrill that came with being in a closet with the Strike Commander, feeling that he was just as worked up as she was in that moment. They could have waited until later, but at that second, Angela didn't feel like she could, she had him so close, now against the wall. She could tease him more, slip her hand down and replace what her leg had done only do more. Much more. She could work him, tease him to the edge and then stop, button up and leave and continue to tease him for the rest of their shift. But that would also be torture for her as well.
It felt as though her stomach was doing flips and his hands now on her hips, god she didn't even know that in this kind of situation it would feel different. She worried at her lip again as one hand traced down his chest.
"Then we could stop, and wait another three to four hours until we're both off. But we'll both just be distracted, right? If anyone asks, we were taking stock of...pencils."
But a tease like that, pushed to the edge and left to wait, it could do wonders for a man of his limited experience. For starters, it was just the sort of thing to keep him from finding extra work to do after to cover up being uncertain on how to conduct himself. And while it may not throw doors open for possibilities, it might crack one slightly.
"Taking inventory," he said, softly, one hand moving to her chin. "Does take a long time..." he leaned down, drawing her still closer. Ever the gentleman, going for a kiss rather than anything lower.
Oh, there was still time for that. But right now, she was being more selfish than anything. There was a whole world she could show him. That she would show him.
She let him lead her, smiling at hearing he was going along with it. Her lips pressed against his and the hand she had moving down his chest kept going, playing and tracing along his shirt, dancing over his waist. She broke away for a second just far enough to whisper against him,
"Mn, double and triple checks."
Her fingers find the fly zipper and she makes sure to unzip slowly.
He seemed to relax a little as she kissed him. This he knew how to do, easily. Something well within his comfort zone. His hand on her hip even started to wander, caressing up her side, but staying oddly chaste for all her hand was doing.
"Quadruple check," he agreed with a soft smile. His fingers moved from her chin to her neck, gently tracing the soft curves of her skin.
He was about to move in to recapture the kiss, when she started to drag his zipper down. That made his breath catch. And then the rarest of rare things happened. He blushed. Color splashed across cheeks. Before she could say anything, he tugged her forward, kissing her again, a bit more roughly than before.
She saw the colour, surprised because it was something she had seen maybe once before for something unrelated. She was proud though, that she had managed to cause that and kissed back just as hard.
The zip was all the way down as she moved her hand, pressing the palm of the hand against his crotch and smiling against his lips. Her fingers then traced lightly before slowly wrapping around his shaft through his briefs.
Letting out a soft sound against her lips, there were still fleeting thoughts reminding him that this was indecent. That he could get in serious trouble for this. Yet it was his hands that remained on her neck and hip, while hers teased him through a single layer of fabric. Yet as he stiffened under her touch, more blood flow focusing there, he found those distracting thoughts fading.
As he kissed her, head tilted and breath heavy, the hand on her hip dipped lower. It found her thigh at the hem of her skirt and started sliding up under the cloth. It felt oddly dangerous, the way the skirt bunched over his hand. More dangerous than some of the missions he'd been on.
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"Pencils?"
She pushed herself off from the door, there wasn't much room, but she closed the distance and looked at the box in Jack's hand, then to the shelf it came from. There were three other boxes she could see and she looked back to Jack.
"Looks like we're pretty well stocked to me."
Another step closer, anymore and she'd pressed up against him.
"You sure you're okay? You look like you might be a little flushed there."
She reaches a hand up and places the back of it against his forehead, as if taking his temperature, but she moves it after a moment, letting it side down his left cheek, her fingers moving along his jaw.
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The touch to his face didn't help matters. He nearly crushed the box in his hands trying to keep himself composed. He set it back on the shelf as he hand slid over his jaw and he let out a low breath. She was making it very difficult to maintain his gentlemanly composure. His hands still resting on the shelf, he looked to her with one eyebrow slightly lifted.
"Angela," His tone was an attempt at a warning, but came out almost teasing. "We're on duty."
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The storage room was awfully warm and she brought her other hand up to pop open a couple of buttons of her blouse. Making sure to keep eye contact with Jack as she did so. She took part of her collar and moved it, like she was fanning herself.
"It's a slow day. I'm sure no one would notice."
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He turned to face her, resolute in telling her they should meet in his quarters later, but she was unbuttoning that blouse in a way that made all of the blood rush from his brain to parts of his body that had no involvement in logical decision making. His gaze darted to her partially exposed chest, to her face. To her chest then her face again. It was like a short circuit in his brain.
"It's..." he cleared his throat, trying to sound like the commander he was. And failing horribly. "...hardly soundproofed in here." For as lacking in creativity as he was, he certainly wasn't known to be quiet in bed.
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"And leave you like this?"
She moved her leg so it brushed against his crotch and she nipped at his earlobe.
"That might raise so questions."
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Then again, as her leg came up between his legs and her teeth found ear, he tried to back away. But he about a quarter step before his back hit the wall. He should have commanded her to stop, insisted they wait until later. But his weight pressed against the wall, his feet moving slightly further apart. It was hard to deny that even that slight touch through his pants was something he wanted to feel again.
His hands found her hips, but he didn't push her away. "More questions than the two of us being in here so long?"
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It felt as though her stomach was doing flips and his hands now on her hips, god she didn't even know that in this kind of situation it would feel different. She worried at her lip again as one hand traced down his chest.
"Then we could stop, and wait another three to four hours until we're both off. But we'll both just be distracted, right? If anyone asks, we were taking stock of...pencils."
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"Taking inventory," he said, softly, one hand moving to her chin. "Does take a long time..." he leaned down, drawing her still closer. Ever the gentleman, going for a kiss rather than anything lower.
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She let him lead her, smiling at hearing he was going along with it. Her lips pressed against his and the hand she had moving down his chest kept going, playing and tracing along his shirt, dancing over his waist. She broke away for a second just far enough to whisper against him,
"Mn, double and triple checks."
Her fingers find the fly zipper and she makes sure to unzip slowly.
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"Quadruple check," he agreed with a soft smile. His fingers moved from her chin to her neck, gently tracing the soft curves of her skin.
He was about to move in to recapture the kiss, when she started to drag his zipper down. That made his breath catch. And then the rarest of rare things happened. He blushed. Color splashed across cheeks. Before she could say anything, he tugged her forward, kissing her again, a bit more roughly than before.
IT HAS BEEN FOREVER AND A DAY SINCE DOING SMUUUUT
The zip was all the way down as she moved her hand, pressing the palm of the hand against his crotch and smiling against his lips. Her fingers then traced lightly before slowly wrapping around his shaft through his briefs.
It's okay! I'll be gentle
As he kissed her, head tilted and breath heavy, the hand on her hip dipped lower. It found her thigh at the hem of her skirt and started sliding up under the cloth. It felt oddly dangerous, the way the skirt bunched over his hand. More dangerous than some of the missions he'd been on.