Maybe we should take a walk or something. Try to de-stress a little before the next numbers come out. You want to take a walk? Or... something?

~~~

She doesn't wait for his answer, simply walks � struts, really � towards the nearest exit.

(It's more bravado than anything else; she's terrified he won't follow.)

She's halfway through the door when she feels a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she comes face to face with him. The look in his eyes - filled with such raw passion - tells her all she needs to know. In mere seconds, her mouth is against his, her hands winding through his hair.

His arms wrap around her, pulling her impossibly close.

When they part for breath, her fingers sneak between their bodies and begin to work at his pants, fumbling with the button, tearing at the zipper. She plunges her hands inside his boxers and strokes the hard, heavy length of him, making him hiss in surprise and � she hopes � pleasure.

She doesn't have more than a second to wonder about the last, though, because he's crushing her to him again, his mouth plundering hers in another deep kiss.

(She can barely breathe and she's not sure if it's him or the kiss or both.)

His hands grasp her ass, lifting her, carrying her towards the nearest chair. He sits � collapses, actually � and pulls her down on top of him.

It's her turn to hiss now.

(She wants him, she needs him, she's not sure she can wait another minute.)

She grinds her pelvis against his, wanting more than he can possibly give her at this moment. He chuckles and dips his hand inside her pants, his fingers doing amazing things to her clit, rubbing, stroking, coaxing�

Oh!

(She's not sure if she cries out. She doesn't particularly care.)

She takes his face between her hands, kissing him long and deep, and lifts her hips, wanting to divest them both of unnecessary clothing. He grips her hips, halting her.

Confusion fills her and she pulls her mouth from his, a silent accusation in her eyes.

He smiles, shakes his head, suggests they take this somewhere a little more private. Then he kisses her again, letting her know he has absolutely no intention of stopping this right now.

(She's amazed at the look of wonder in his eyes and marvels at the fact that she's the one who's put it there.)

Gently pushing her from his lap, he pauses to do up his pants, then grabs her hand and tugs her from the room, down the deserted hallway, towards the bank of elevators

Luck is with them � an elevator car is already there � and they step inside. He frantically hits the close button as they both count the seconds until the doors slide shut.

Their eyes meet in the shiny, reflective surface of the elevator's interior, and there is desire and unspoken promises shining in both their faces.

(She smiles.)

~The End~