[With his gaze pointedly set on the wall, he tried to wait out her fidgeting; he was unsuccessful as his eyes trailed to the floor, finally drawn to her legs as her garters came into view. They remained there for far longer than was polite, his face burning by the time he managed to pry his stare from her.
He breathing quickened- he had a long, deep breath, in and out, to try to calm himself. What did he think he was doing, thinking of her like that? It wasn't proper. There was something between them, yes, but it wasn't serious. Not a relationship or anything of the sort. He knew he ought to be doing better than this as another lustful ache ran through him, his self-control quickly crumbling.
However, the truth was he wasn't doing well, greed moving him. All that had happened, all she had done for him, and all that she was made her very hard for him to deny. He had arrived in Paradise thinking her a faceless monster, one only suitable for burning their enemies on the battlefield. In the time since his arrival, his perspective of her had changed almost entirely; however, that didn't erase the fact that they were coworkers, and the way he was thinking about her wasn't the way he ought to act.
His breaths slowed as he looked her over again. He told himself to step back, but instead shortened the distance between them, bringing himself close enough that he could feel the heat from her body. He knew he ought to leave well enough alone, and that this had already gone too far, but he reached for her wrists anyway, pulling her hands from her face. They were teammates, professionals- he knew they were nothing more than that, and that was all there ever would be between them, yet the moment his lips had access, they found their way to hers.]
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Date: 2012-02-02 08:20 am (UTC)He breathing quickened- he had a long, deep breath, in and out, to try to calm himself. What did he think he was doing, thinking of her like that? It wasn't proper. There was something between them, yes, but it wasn't serious. Not a relationship or anything of the sort. He knew he ought to be doing better than this as another lustful ache ran through him, his self-control quickly crumbling.
However, the truth was he wasn't doing well, greed moving him. All that had happened, all she had done for him, and all that she was made her very hard for him to deny. He had arrived in Paradise thinking her a faceless monster, one only suitable for burning their enemies on the battlefield. In the time since his arrival, his perspective of her had changed almost entirely; however, that didn't erase the fact that they were coworkers, and the way he was thinking about her wasn't the way he ought to act.
His breaths slowed as he looked her over again. He told himself to step back, but instead shortened the distance between them, bringing himself close enough that he could feel the heat from her body. He knew he ought to leave well enough alone, and that this had already gone too far, but he reached for her wrists anyway, pulling her hands from her face. They were teammates, professionals- he knew they were nothing more than that, and that was all there ever would be between them, yet the moment his lips had access, they found their way to hers.]