http://owns-the-chair.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] owns-the-chair.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] nyota_uhura24 2010-11-06 10:43 pm (UTC)

A few long, tense moments passed where each slide of his thumb on her knee sent little sparks of heat up through his hand and through his body, only to be ricocheted by the feel of her hands on his back. His eyes fluttered a little, but he kept her gaze locked with his, awaiting her response.

It came, and the small hope he'd kindled extinguished. He lowered his eyes and withdrew his hand just after she removed hers. He felt the loss of contact keenly, but it was for the best, he'd obviously misread the situation and now, he just had to suck it up and move on. Easy, right? He did it all the time, just take a deep breath, set your jaw and move on...

"Yeah, of course. Not letting you off that easy, you still have a lot to learn," he sighed and turned his face into the pillow again, stretching his body to its full length and tried to will his arousal to dissipate. It worked. A little. Not nearly enough. "Gimme a moment and I'll walk you out," he said with a bitten back groan as he shifted a little and recited about ten different cardinalities in his head.

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