Darcy slammed her oil rag and rench on the metal moveable cabinet, ignoring the comment that mumbled from the person at the car to her right and stared down at the dead engine...which still decided not to start. She cocked her head and raised her eyebrows, snarled. She turned to grab the beer off the counter a few feet behind her and bumped into a hard frame of warm flesh.
She shoved her shoulder into his chest which pushed him aside and growled. "I know you know how to move out of the way when people are walking, Jeremy." She picked up her beer and took an angry gulp, turned to look back at him.
"Didn't really feel like moving out of the way." He smirked and folded his arms across his chest, shrugged. His voice lifted and sank with the Irish lilt.
She stared at him, taking a quick observe of the bare, built chest and the baggy jeans that hung low at his waist that were covered with streaks of oil and grease. Messy hair and an easy grin topped it off.
"So, what's the problem?" He asked, turning and resting his hand on the inside of the open hood.
She glared at his very nice looking back as she walked up to stand beside him and look down at the grime. "Head gasket's blown. Over-heated." She tried to ignore a sudden flush under her skin when she felt him turn his head and look at her. She kept her eyes down, reaching over to fiddle with the top of the oil container lid.
"Well, it's late. I've been here long enough trying to diagnose the piece of shit." She moved back, slammed the hood shut, ignoring his narrowed eyes when she didn't even look to see if his fingers were in the way. She finished the bottle in her hand and casually threw it in the metal trash can on her way by all the parked cars, towards the breakroom door.
"You've got this sexy little 'don't care 'bout nobody, independent woman routine' attitude down, dontcha?" He started walking after her, admiring the cropped white shirt covered in oil stains and brand new streaks, the dark gray jump suit that hung low at her curved hips to reveal tan skin swiped with just a bit of grease every now and then at her lower back, and the high neck that was left in the open by the bundle of hair at the top of of her head. Quite a package. Jeremy tilted his head in admiration.
She entered the small room, grabbed her black jacket, slipped it on and grabbed her bag before turning and running right into him...again. She sigh and looked up in annoyance.
He started to smile at her attitude before a fist in the gut had him bending at the waist and gulping in air. "You're a strong one too huh?"
"Well with all the testosterone around this place, I gotta be careful not to grow myself a penis." She went to push past him but he straightened and leaned his forearm on the door frame. "Move." She gritted through her teeth.
"Oo...feisty much?" He straightened from the doorframe and took a step towards her.
"I swear, you touch me, you're going down." She backed up a few steps when he continued forward.
"I bet. Would it make a difference if I asked you?"
She rushed her hands against his chest, which had him stumbling back a few steps but he caught her wrists and held them against his chest.
"Ah, so you want to do the touching." He joked when her struggles paused.
She went to press against him, using all her weight, but he held his ground and she slammed into him. Their faces were close enough in that second and Jeremy decided to use that as the oppertune moment. His head lowered quickly to capture her lips with his.
Darcy squirmed against him, not giving into to a sudden heat that flushed from her head to her toes when his lips had sloppily closed over hers. Who the hell thought they could just kiss her out of nowhere? Damn men.
She tried another fist to his gut but he was ready for it this time and had flexed his abs. "You fish-faced jackass. Move!" She growled. She finally pushed passed him, and quickly walked towards the other side of the garage to get to the back employee parking lot, a chuckle coming from behind her. But a hand snagged her arm and whirled her around, and his lips were on hers again. She felt a rush of blood roar through her head and a rumble in her stomach. The feeling made her weak.
He felt something in her give and smiled against her lips before gently biting her bottom one. His hands came up to cup her face and to increase the pressure when his lips closed over hers again.
Her bag dropped to side and her hands came up between them to lay on his chest. Now not knowing whether to push away or just feel. The fact that he had no shirt on was hard not to acknowledge when she felt his muscles rippling under her palms. Her hands were still grimy with oil and she shivered from the combined feel of the light sheen of sweat on his skin.
She felt his tongue slick across the inside of her top lip and her breaths suddenly became short. Aggression was a theme in this and his lips were moving over hers so fast she tried hard to keep up to spite him. She felt him start to walk his long legs over hers and back them up towards the cabinets that were installed at the back wall of the garage. He stopped when she hit the counter.
The pain at her lower back seemed to heighten her senses. Her hands roamed freely over his back and she moved her lips against his like there was no choice not to.
His mouth opened wider over hers and gave his tongue access to caress against hers. He heard her moan and took himself deeper. His hands had trailed down over her shoulders and down her sides to wrap tight around her torso and press her up against him.
Her mind was fuzy, clouded with want, that she didn't feel his hands slide up her back and under her shirt. His fingers grazed the hook at the center of her back and her mind cleared. She cursed herself. Where the hell did all that come from?
She was fast enough he didn't even know she was off and running until she was at the door a few yards away and through it in a flash.
*whew*
He stuck his hands in his jean pockets and turned to go back towards the front and close the garage doors. But the door behind him sounded open and he turned to see her rushing back inside.
He chuckled when she narrowed her eyes. "And she's back. You've got great taste, sugar." He grined. And damn him, she was suddenly attracted to it. "Care to try again?" Her pulled her forward and waited, his face a breath from hers, his eyes amused and pinned on hers.
"Damn you." She crushed her mouth to his and tasted him, reveled in it for a few more seconds before she broke away and walked right back out towards the door.
"See you monday." He raised his voice a bit to reach her before she left.
He chuckled when she flipped him a bird and slammed the door behind her.
"Yup, sugar and spice. Nothin nice."