#also yes the table and chair have been reversed in chosen's panels

[crystalartsandanimation]

I mean, technically both right and wrong in this case, right?...

Depends on how you look at it.

Original Meme:

[itsthejuggernautbitch]

You Look Like Trouble (Morning Glory Wine - Cable/OC

Here’s chapter nine!

We’re almost done, y’all! The final chapter is already written, I’m just working on editing.

Also, I need to include a warning for this chapter. There's an action sequence that's grounded in a domestic situation. It's not graphic, but the situation is present. Please take care of yourself and skip over section three if you need to.

(And as always, not to be that person but if you’ve got the time and the inclination, kudos or a comment would be greatly appreciated.)

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The front lawn of the mansion was emerald green and perfectly curated, the short blades of grass waving in the breeze. It was early morning; the sun had just peeked over the horizon, casting the lawn in oranges and golds. It was a hot morning, too hot to be comfortable for any amount of clothing, but nevertheless everyone was in full costume and raring to get the day started. 

Vivian stood on the front porch of the X-Mansion, staring out onto the front lawn. She was dressed and ready to head off to her shift at the clinic. She didn’t have to wear scrubs or a white coat anymore unless she just wanted to (she didn’t), so she’d chosen her usual civilian outfit of trousers and blouse. She was pretty sure she'd already sweat through her shirt in the mid-morning heat; the material clung to her back, sticky and wet. 

At that particular moment, Vivian wanted nothing more than to take another shower and just crawl back into bed. She’d stayed in Cable’s room at the mansion for convenience (and booty) that night despite the fact that she still had weeks left on her apartment lease. It was far more comforting to hole up for the night in Cable’s small, cozy room than going home to her empty apartment.

She'd been coming home to a multitude of empty rooms for so long that she'd forgotten how lovely it was to have someone waiting for her when she walked in the door. She was willing to admit (not out loud) that in the few weeks since that first night alone with Cable, it had gotten quite difficult to come home to her empty apartment when all she had to do was drive out to the mansion where, more likely than not, he would be waiting. She'd done her best to balance personal space with her attempts at affection, but even when she chose not to make the drive out to the mansion, more likely than not, he'd be on her doorstep sometime before midnight.

Part of the team Wade had lovingly dubbed the X-Force stood on the front porch with her. Of the three big, scary men waiting to get the day started, Wade was the only one still struggling to gear up. He swatted at the back of his neck, searching for the connecting panel of the velcro strip meant to secure his mask in place. Vivian reached up and smushed the velcro strips together, then patted his neck and stepped back. 

“Looks like you boys are all set,” Vivian said. She crossed her arms. “So who’s driving? Do any of you have a license?”

Colossus looked at his shoes sheepishly. “No need for driver’s license when you can’t fit in car.”

Cable shrugged. “I don’t exist here.”

“Yeah, no, that got taken away a long time ago,” Wade said cheerily, pulling out his phone. “Dopinder it is!”

Such a functional team. They’d get the hang of this X-Force thing eventually, probably. Maybe.

Vivian rolled her eyes. “Did you expect to walk back? You three big, scary dudes plus my skinny kids can’t fit in Dopinder’s taxi. Why don’t you just take the jet?”

“We wanted to go in more discreetly,” Colossus replied. He gleamed orange in the morning light. “But, in this case, perhaps the jet is the better choice.”

“Look, I don’t care how you do it,” Vivian said. “But you do have the access codes and a jet is a hell of a lot more official than rolling up in a taxi.”

Colossus nodded in agreement. “You make a good point. We will take the jet. Gentlemen, if you would follow me...”

Colossus headed out towards the back of the mansion, his skin gleaming brilliantly to the point of blinding everyone staring after him. Vivian shifted and picked at her fingernails before cracking her knuckles until they hurt. If there was anyone she trusted, it was these three, but she still felt nauseated at the thought of not going with them herself. But it had been so long since she'd trained for an active situation, she felt it was ultimately better to let the trained mercenaries handle ut. 

“We’ll handle it,” Cable said, as if sensing her discomfort. Not that he had to sense it, exactly; her skin was ashen and he'd heard her knuckles crack light thunder. He leaned in for Vivian to kiss his cheek. "You have every right to be worried, but we're gonna have them back here before you even get back from your shift."

Vivian shrugged, twisting her hands nervously as she’d been doing all morning. “I’m not worried. Who’s worried?”

“You broke two mugs this morning, reversed it, broke them again, then accidentally reversed the dishes that I washed.”

Vivian sighed. “Alright, I’m worried. I just have a bad feeling.”

Cable had a bad feeling too, but he didn't want to admit that out loud to her.“What do you have a bad feeling about?”

“Jack’s smarter than he looks," Vivian said. "I don’t know, I just have a weird mom feeling.”

Cable placed his hands on her shoulders. He wasn't too much taller than her, but he was just tall enough to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Whatever’s causing the weird mom feeling, we’ll handle it - okay? I’m gonna get them back here.”

“I know, I know. I trust you.”

“I’ll call you when we’ve got them. Just go do what you do best and keep your mind occupied. Don’t stick anybody too hard.”

“Right, right.”

She watched him head out to find Colossus. He'd wrapped a thin scarf around his neck - she couldn't fathom how he could be remotely comfortable with as many layers of clothing as he had on (which, truth be told, wasn't that many, but Vivian was basically always hot). She ultimately presumed it was meant to cover the ropes if tech slowly creeping up the back of his neck, so she didn't mention jt.

As he walked off, Wade leaned into Vivian’s side. “I need a favor.”

Vivian turned to him. He always smelled like sweat and leather. “The undying gratitude can wait until after you get Shelly and Benji.”

“Nothing overly self-indulgent," Wade replied. He was trying to cheer her up, or at least keep her mind occupied. "A buddy of mine is gonna meet you at the clinic. Gunshot wound.”

“Is this one of your “mysterious buddy” situations where I don’t ask the name?”

“Kind of, but if you ask him who he is, he’ll probably tell you.”

“Right. Got it," Vivian said. "Please be careful, Wade.”

"Hey, don't worry about me. I can take a bullet." He poked the tip of her nose. "Now, you go have a great day sticking your fingers into people's wounds. Or whatever you want to stick your fingers. I don't judge."

---

Vivian parked next to the clinic in her usual spot - the one that had her name (misspelled) painted on the cement.  She locked her tiny car behind her and walked into the clinic. The only person there other than the receptionist was a curious figure dressed all in black, holding his shoulder gingerly.

Vivian had seen some of Wade's shadier buddies on multiple occasions, but she was sure she’d never seen this guy before. In fact, she was a little surprised that Wade sent him to the clinic rather than asking her to run by and meet him at Sister Margaret's. But the clinic was in Queens - probably closer for whoever this guy was.

“You Wade’s friend?” Vivian asked.

The guy looked up at her. She could just barely see his eyes through the eyeholes of the ski mask he was wearing. “Yes, ma’am! That’s me.”

Vivian was taken aback. A mercenary calling her ma’am (who wasn’t Cable)? Unheard of. She motioned for him to follow her. “I’m Dr. Sharpe, if you'll follow me. Heard you’ve got a gunshot wound.”

“Following! And yes, ma'am.”

Vivian led him into a back room and closed the door gently behind her. The TV was blaring loudly in the corner - just the local news reporting on something bad, as usual. “Alright, show me whatever’s bleeding.”

He sat down on the exam table. Once again, Vivian was a little shaken by how young he sounded. “Yes, ma’am.” 

The guy took off his shirt and tossed it onto the counter but kept his mask on. There was a bullet wound on his right shoulder with no exit - whatever the bullet’s caliber was enough to take a pretty good plug out of him but not enough to blow through his shoulder.

Vivian peered into the wound. “Well, you’d be in better shape if it was a clean hit. I’m gonna have to poke around a little bit to look, but depending on the location, I may not have to get the shrapnel out. Either way, it’s not going to feel good.”

“Whatever needs to be done. Just - I can pay cash. As long as I don’t put it on my aun- my insurance.”

Vivian laughed. “I’m guessing you’ve never done the backroom-doctor deal before. Don’t worry - Wade’s taking care of it.”

“Okay." Definitely a kid, then. He seemed relieved. "Okay. Good.”

Vivian pulled what she needed out of the cabinets and laid it all out of a tray. The kid shifted nervously, trying not to move his shoulder. There was no way this guy was over 21 - not with the musculature and voice.

She sat down across from him in her rolling chair. “Alright kid, how old are you?”

“What- I-?” The guy (kid) cleared his throat and tried to sound less nervous and squeaky. “I’m old enough, ma’am.”

“You couldn’t be older than sixteen,” Vivian said, staring him dead in the eye. She noted all the scars and marks on his exposed skin. “You've been doing… whatever you've been doing for a while, but haven't taken a real serious hit until now. Wait - are you that Spiderman kid?”

“Seventeen!” the boy said, sighing. “Yeah, yeah, I’m Spiderman. Now can you please get this bullet out of my shoulder? Accelerated healing doesn’t work if there’s still shrapnel.”

“Shit - I thought Wade was joking!” Vivian said. She gently tugged the mask over his head. “How’d you get roped in with Wade? I thought you were an Avenger.”

“Shoulder!”

Vivian rolled her eyes and pulled out a syringe filled with lidocaine. She shot his shoulder full of painkillers and waited for the solution to take effect. “He’s not getting you to do weird shit, is he?”

“No, he took care of something in Queens for me about a year ago. I got shot last night and I didn’t know who to call, so I called him.”

“Well, I’m the best backroom doctor you’ll find,” Vivian replied, checking his shoulder. “Numb enough?”

“Yeah.”

“Hold still. I’m gonna check the wound. Since the shrapnel is in your shoulder, it may not necessarily need to come out. Bad news is, you'll have to heal like a normal human, but I'll give you some antibiotics to help with that.” Vivian peered into the wound and found that she could see the tail end of the bullet close to the skin. “So what happened?”

“Guy shot me point-blank with a .50 cal. My suit absorbed most of it, but it still got through.”

“Must have been a strong suit. A .50 cal. will take your whole arm off.” She took a pair of forceps, took hold of the end of the bullet, and removed it as quickly as she could. The wound leaked, but she could see the skin knitting back together. “I’m going to give you a round of antibiotics anyway just to be safe. Don’t get an MRI without getting an x-ray first. It looks like I got the whole bullet out, but you never know.”

He moved his shoulder gingerly. “Thank you, Dr. Sharpe.”

“Anytime, Spidey.” Vivian placed a patch on his shoulder and taped it down. “Look, you seem like a good kid. Don’t let Wade get you into trouble, okay?”

“I won’t.” He looked up at the TV, face twisted in surprise. “Hey, he’s on TV right now! Oh, that looks bad. I should go help-”

“Wade’s on the TV?” Vivian looked around for the remote and turned the volume back up.

“Authorities have been called to the scene of what seems to be a hostage situation involving an adult male and two children. It appears that a team known as the X-Force have responded to the distress.”

“Where are my fucking kids, Wade?” Vivian asked to no one in particular. 

"Sources have indicated gunfire but no confirmed casualties. No demands have been made yet."

Spiderman looked up at the TV with a certain amount of concern. “I should go help with that!”

Vivian shook her head and patted his back (on the side that hadn't been shot).“No, Spidey, that’s gonna be my job. But I’d appreciate you being on standby for when I murder Wade so you can take his place.”

The poor kid didn’t look like he knew whether to laugh or agree. Being a smart kid, he agreed. “Okay.”

“Take care of yourself, Spidey. I’m gonna go save my kids.”

---

“So, this is not going well,” Wade said, ducking behind a car parked in front of the warehouse.

“Ya think?” Cable yelled, ducking behind the same car. Jack had been firing out the door for some time now. Usually, they’d just barge in were it not for the fact that he had a second gun trained on both kids. “We need a game plan!”

Colossus leaned against the back bumper of the same car, peeking around the side every time the firing stopped. “I’d say wait until he runs out of bullets, but I’m afraid we’d be too late.”

A tiny black car rolled up beside them containing Vivian. She was not in a good mood.

“What the fuck is going on?” Vivian yelled, throwing open the car door. 

“He already had a gun trained on them when we arrived at the house. Apparently something happened earlier and we walked in on it. He fled, we followed.” Colossus explained as gently as he could.

“What has he been saying?” Vivian asked, trying to peer into the half-open front door. The windows were all busted out, but she couldn’t see past the leftover dirty broken glass still attached to the window frames.

“Says no one can have them, if we get close, he’ll shoot, he’ll take care of his mutant kids himself. The works,” Wade replied. “Basic familial hostage situation.”

Vivian groaned. “Anyone got a plan? Hmm? Or are we just gonna stand here until one of those bullets actually makes contact?”

“I’ve got a plan,” Cable said, all-too-calmly. He’d reached the pinnacle of mercenary - cold, calculating, methodical. A perfect antithesis to Wade’s shoot-first method. “Deadpool and Colossus create a distraction and draw fire, since bullets won’t have any effect on them. Colossus may be able to de-escalate, anyway. I’ll sneak around behind the warehouse, go in through the back, and take him out before he hears me coming. Viv, you find a way to get up to the second floor and be on standby in case he fires in a direction we don’t want him to fire. You can put the bullet back in the chamber.”

“Works for me,” Wade said. He holstered both of the pistols in his hands.

Colossus nodded. “Agreed. I will try to talk him down.”

Vivian bit her lip. “There’s an AC unit around the side - should be tall enough for me to climb up onto the ledge to get to the second floor.”

Cable nodded. “I’m heading around back.”

The unit was directly under the end of a ladder that dangled into the open air. Vivian hopped on top of the AC unit with as little clanging and banging as she could manage. The edge of the ladder hung just within reach above the unit. She climbed the ladder and swung up onto the ledge, making a mental note to talk to Colossus about some serious training if they all made it out in one piece. She found a window out of the line of sight and crawled through it.

Jack was on the warehouse floor with Benji and Shelly, guns blazing. He had Benji tied to a column, still in his pajamas. Shelly was braced underneath one of Jack's arms.

Colossus and Wade both braced the door. Wade poked his head in just past the door frame. “Jack - this is ridiculous, just let them go.”

“Get back!”

“Come on, they’re your kids - you don’t want to hurt them.”

“I’d rather kill them myself than hand them over to you.”

“You really don’t want to do that!” Wade called back, poking his head past the door again. Another bullet whizzed by his head.

Vivian caught Cable creeping in the back out of the corner of her eye. He had yet to be seen by anyone else and she was still out of the line of sight. As Cable creeped in, Wade poked his head further past the front door.

“No, you don’t.”

Jack fired the gun trained on Benji. Vivian lashed out, freezing the bullet just before it hit the mark. She held steady just long enough to redirect the force from that distance. “Cable!”

“Send it back now! I’ve got them!”

Cable grabbed Shelly out from under Jack’s arm and shoved him just far enough into the path of the bullet that when Vivian sent it back, it caught him in the knee. He picked Shelly up and kicked the gun out of reach before untying Benji and sending him out the front door with Colossus and Deadpool.

Vivian climbed down the ladder and picked both of Jack’s guns up before leaning down over the man’s head. “None of this was necessary.”

“Get out of my face,” he said, spitting at her. “You took out my fucking knee cap.”

“You’re lucky I don’t take your head off,” Vivian replied, wiping the spit off of her shoe with the sleeve of his shirt.

“You gonna kill me?”

“You deserve it. But no - not in front of them. I’ll leave the cops to deal with you.”

“You can’t just leave me on the ground like this!”

“Watch me.”

Vivian slammed the warehouse door behind her. Colossus was directing the authorities into the building in a show of his usual responsibility. Benji sat on the ground at Wade’s feet, staring blankly at the sky and just letting the man fuss over him. Shelly was still firmly latched to Cable’s side. He stroked her hair and mumbled into her ear that she was okay, that everything was okay. 

As soon as they caught sight of her, they launched themselves into her waiting arms. She let them cry, one on each shoulder, for the better part of two minutes before taking each one under her arm and directing them to her car. 

“Let’s get you two somewhere safe,” Vivian said, motioning for Cable to follow her. Colossus trailed along while Wade caught up. “You’re both going to counseling first thing in the morning.”

Vivian put both of them in the backseat, then reached into the front to crank the car up. She shut the door and turned to Cable before grabbing him in a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you,” she said, unwilling to let him go. 

“Nothing to thank me for,” Cable replied, kissing the top of her head. “We’ll talk about it back at home.”

She grabbed Colossus and Wade in turn as they walked up. They all smelled like sweat and stress - unpleasant in the heat. “I’ll meet you three back there. I’m gonna go get them food.”

“We’re gonna go get their stuff,” Wade replied. “Then we’ll meet you back at the mansion.”

“Don’t case the place,” Vivian said, climbing into the front seat and shutting the door behind her. She rolled down the driver’s window. “On second thought - have fun.”

---

Vivian let herself into Cable’s room after she’d gotten Benji and Shelly settled in their respective rooms. She would stay the night again, and in the morning, she was going to get her stuff and set up her room at the mansion earlier than expected. She suspected she’d be spending more nights in Cable’s room than in her own, but it was far too soon to start piling her shit in his private space.

Cable looked up as she walked in. “How are they doing?”

Vivian flopped down on the bed, beyond exhausted. “They've both got counseling appointments in the morning. Benji seems comfortable enough in his room, but I guarantee Shelly won’t stay in her room tonight. She’ll be banging on the door in the next couple of hours.”

Cable fiddled with a gun over in the corner of a room, wiggling it apart so that he could clean it. A gun manual lay open in front of him on the table. “Maybe not. They could barely stay awake through dinner.”

“I could barely stay awake through dinner. I haven’t done that in years,” Vivian replied, stretching. Her arms were on fire, and she knew she’d be sore tomorrow. She really had to get on Colossus’ training schedule. “I can’t believe you’re not tired.”

He smirked, a rueful smile. “I’m used to it.”

“I know.” Vivian grabbed a pillow and pulled it to her chest. It was the pillow Cable usually slept on. It smelled like him. “What a terrible thing to be used to.”

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, reattaching the gun parts after swabbing them with a soft cotton pad. “I’ll turn the light off if you want to go to sleep.”

“Please.”

Cable got up and padded over towards the light switch. He took a long look at her before switching off the light. Vivian had changed out of her work clothes and into a pair of pajamas, her hair piled up in a bun on top of her head. The circles under her eyes were worse than ever and it was barely 10PM. He flipped the light switch, leaving the room lit only by his desk lamp. 

Instead of going back over to his desk, he crawled into bed next to her, back leaning against the headboard of the bed, and pulled her into his lap. She maneuvered so that her head rested against his abdomen, arms wrapped around one of his legs. He stroked her hair, nails dragging gently long her neck. She took his wrist and kissed the back of his hand, lips trailing along one of the veins.

“You need sleep,” Cable said. His hand ran across her shoulders, working at the knots of tension that he could find.

“Put me to sleep, then.”

He chuckled in her ear, running his hands up the back of her neck. “How about this: in the morning, after you get a full night’s sleep, I’ll make sure the door is locked and we’ll get the day started right.”

“And then you can take a shower with me.”

“That’s right.”

“Okay,” Vivian yawned, nuzzling into his leg. “Wake me up if they knock.”

“If they knock, I’ll take care of it.”

“That’s asking too much. You literally just met them this morning.”

“Doesn’t matter. If they don’t want me, I’ll come wake you up.”

Vivian didn’t say it, but in the thick haze of exhaustion, she caught herself thinking it. Those words. Those three terrifying words. She didn’t dare let that slip out, though. Not when they’d finally made progress. It was too much, too soon. 

So instead, she went for the safer option. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me by sleeping.”

---

Cable had carefully extricated himself from Vivian’s grip after she’d finally gone to sleep and replaced his leg with a pillow. She didn’t know the difference; she was out like a light. He sat at his desk, tinkering with some weapon and a manual he was trying to interpret (he’d had to relearn a few things about past weapons). True to prediction, at approximately midnight came a soft knock at the door.

When the knock came, he pulled on a shirt and answered the door. On the other side of the wooden frame stood Shelly, hair disheveled from a restless sleep and eyes red. She blinked up at him blearily, her eleven-year-old brain working to comprehend what she was seeing.

“Where’s mom?” she asked, rubbing crusties out of her eyes. She carried a stuffed animal in one hand, obviously old and worn from use. It looked like a rabbit - or that it had once been a rabbit - but it was too old to really tell.

“Asleep,” Cable replied gently, “Like you should be.”

“I tried,” Shelly replied. “Water would help, but I don’t remember where the kitchen is.”

“Come on. I’ll get it for you.”

He guided her downstairs, treading lightly so as not to disturb anyone else. He could hear snores in several different rooms, mostly snores from people he hadn’t seen yet. Most of the other residents were gone during the day, so he didn’t usually run into anyone. He led her into one of the few tiny kitchenettes and grabbed a glass from an overhead cabinet, filling it with tap water. He handed her the glass and pulled out a chair at the kitchen table for her to sit at. 

“Thank you, Cable.” Shelly took a sip and stared at him again. She had the same eyes as Vivian - wide and piercing, as if she could make you tell the truth just by staring at you. “Are you my mom’s boyfriend?”

He almost smiled. “We’ll talk about it in the morning, after you’ve slept. Now, finish that so you can go back to bed.”

Shelly drained the rest of her glass and left it on the table. “Just yes or no.”

“Yeah,” Cable replied. He took the glass and put it in the sink, making a mental note to come back and wash it in the morning. “Now, come on. Back to bed.”

[arcticdolans]

Interns.

Summary: You and your best friend begin your first college internship, and things get a little steamy when Grayson Dolan is in the room next door.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None, semi-smut?? Nothing graphic at all.

A/N: My second imagine! Let me know if you like it! xx

Bzzzzt bzzzzt bzzzt

I awoke early to my alarm, letting me know that I needed to get ready for work. Well, internship. My college professor had recently introduced me to a middle aged man looking for interns to work at his publishing company. I would be starting this morning with two other college students, one of which I did not know. The other happened to be my best friend Lucy. I had met Lucy during my first week of college, since her dorm was right next to mine. Our meeting was accidental, as I had unintentionally locked myself out one night after returning from my part time job. I had called the college maintenance, explaining my dilemma, and then knocked on her door looking for somewhere to stay while I waited for the lock to be fixed. She opened the door and squealed, saying that she had been wanting to meet me for "the longest time". We sat on her lounge and chatted for what seemed like hours. Lucy was extremely happy, bubbly and outgoing, the complete opposite of me. I preferred to stick to myself and concentrate on my studies, only attending parties if I was forced. We bonded instantly, and swapped numbers before I returned to my dorm. Throughout the rest of that week, I discovered that I had most classes with Lucy. We stopped in at the campus coffee shop on frequent occasions, looking for a energy boost to get us through classes.

I hopped out of bed with a smile on my face, and padded over to my wardrobe to grab my outfit that I had carefully chosen the night before. I slid on a black pencil skirt and an emerald green blouse, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I looked elegant, yet professional - a great first-impression outfit. I walked to my dresser and applied a light layer of foundation, mascara and filled in my eyebrows. I popped a plum coloured lipstick in my purse to put on later, and headed out into the small kitchen.

After fixing myself a breakfast of avocado toast, I sat at the table and pulled out my phone. I checked instagram, finding a DM from Lucy, a long message filled with emojis detailing how excited she was for today. I smiled to myself and sent her a quick reply, making sure to show my excitement appropriately.

Checking the time, I finished my breakfast and rushed to the front of the dorm to put on my black heels. I heard a loud knock on the door. Perfect timing, I thought. I opened the door to see Lucy standing in front of me. She too looked professional in a navy blue skirt and a white blouse. Her blond hair was twisted in a neat updo, held back with hairspray and many pins. "Hiiiiii!" She squealed, grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door. "Hi back!" I replied, grinning. I twisted out of her grasp momentarily to lock the door with my key, and then turned back to her with a flick of my long brown hair. We walked to her car, chatting excitedly about the internship. We reached her BMW and I slipped into the passenger seat. As always, I connected my phone to the aux cord and turned on our favourite playlist. Lucy blasted the aircon, and reversed out of the car park. "So," she said with a sly grin. "Have your heard who the other intern is?"

"Nope," I sighed. "Wait. Have you?"

She squealed again and flapped her hands around.

"Lucy! Driving!" I laughed.

"Oh right. Sorry." She smirked. "Well... I happen to know his name... and I also happen to know he is absolutely no-doubt the hottest guy on campus!"

I faked a gasp. "Oh my! Tell me more!"

"Y/N, I also know that he is the guy you've been obsessing over since you arrived her three months ago.... Grayson Dolan!" She yelled, a massive grin erupting onto her face. My heart skipped a beat and I giggled involuntarily.

"Oh. My. God. I knew it!" She squealed for the third time this morning. I blushed and clasped my hands in my lap.

"Sooooo we're here!" Lucy said. She pulled left into the office car park and found a spot near the elevator. We both applied our lipstick, checking ourselves in the rear-view mirror. Lucy took the keys out of the ignition and I gathered my purse and phone from the cup holder. I looked over at Lucy to see her staring at me with a huge smile.

"Ready?" I said.

"Definitely," she replied.

Inside the elevator, I checked my appearance and smoothed back my hair. Lucy wolf-whistled jokingly, but was silenced when the doors opened at the second floor car park. Standing there was Grayson. He wore tight fitting black dress pants and a grey button down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscly forearms. His hair was pushed back away from his gorgeous face, and a warm smile adorned his handsome features.

"Hi! You must be Grayson!" Lucy chirped, ushering him into the elevator. "That's me," He laughed and nodded his head while squeezing in next to me.

I felt my body tense as he brushed up against my bare arm. He glanced sideways and we made eye contact. I softened under his gaze and smiled tentatively. The elevator dinged to let us off and we stepped out into the foyer.

"Good morning! You must be the new interns!" An elderly lady exclaimed from behind the front desk.

"Yes! I'm Lucy and this is Y/N and Grayson," Lucy said.

"I'm Belinda! Mr Davies will be waiting for you in his office," the receptionist told us, pointing down the long marbled hallway. We nodded and thanked Belinda and walked towards a large wooden door on the right side of the hall. I stepped forwards and knocked on the panel.

"Come in!" I looked to Lucy and she smiled back at me in reassurance. Feeling Grayson's presence behind me, I turned the brass doorknob.

"Hello kids," Mr Davies said cheerfully, beckoning is into his office. We each sat on a black leather chair facing our new boss. I noticed that Grayson had his body angled slightly towards me and his knee leant against my leg. Suddenly, I felt a mass swarm of butterflies explode in my stomach. This is the guy I've been crushing on for months! I thought to myself. I made a mental pact to have a moment or two alone with Grayson this morning. I zoned in and out of Mr Davies' speech, finding myself concentrating on the small area of my body which was in contact with Grayson's. After his explanation of today's jobs, Mr Davies directed us to our own offices. Lucy, Grayson and I each had a small room, complete with a mahogany desk, a matching set of shelves and a phone. We spent a few minutes unpacking the files that Mr Davies had given us, and set up our offices. Shortly after I sat down at my desk, the telephone rang.

"Hello? This is Y/N speaking," I said into the receiver.

"Y/N? Cool I got the right phone," Grayson's husky voice replied into my ear.

I giggled, "Great job."

"I just wanted to talk to you," he said. My heart fluttered and a sighed into the phone.

"Um, sure." I replied. "Do you wanna come over?"

He let out a breath. "Yeah I'll be right there Y/N." He hung up immediately, and I was left listening to the two-toned beeping of the office phone.

I heard a soft tap at my door just moments before it opened. Grayson stepped in and locked the door behind him. I stood up and leaned over my desk, placing my hands in the centre of the table, hoping to look suggestive. I obviously didn’t need to do things to get his attention, due to the expression of lust on his face. It was just the thick sexual tension in the air that made me do such things, and I noticed that Grayson wasn't going to hold back any longer. He walked over to the desk and put his large hands on top of mine. His eyes which had been holding mine dropped down to my lips. My heart seemingly tripped over itself in anticipation and I found myself hoping that he would kiss me. When his lips finally pressed against mine it was an explosion of fireworks in my belly. His hands gripped mine on the table, then roamed up my arms and across my collarbone, slowly caressing up my neck and coming to rest on the side of my face. I sighed into his lips, causing him to chuckle. His strong hands reached for my waist, and he picked me up and sat me on the desk. I was now facing him completely, which allowed me to lean in and intensify the kiss. My hands found his hair, and I tugged at his roots. He moaned in approval, so I pulled his hair even harder. Suddenly, I felt a change in his composure. His hands tilted my head back, allowing his lips to access my jaw. Grayson began to nip and suck at the soft skin of my neck, travelling up to the sweet spot just below my left ear. "Oh Grayson," I breathed.

I reached my hands up to the collar of his shirt, and started to undo the first few buttons. I traced my hands along his toned torso, spreading my fingers up across his chest and wide shoulders. I pulled him closer to me and reattached my lips to his. His mouth parted and his tongue brushed against mine. I whimpered softly and Grayson took my bottom lip in between his teeth, letting it snap back sharply. His huge hands fanned across my thighs and he hitched up my skirt so it was bunched around my waist. A shiver travelled up and down my spine. The effect that Grayson Dolan had on me was frightening. I found myself wondering if he felt the same way. I pushed my lips harder against his, our tongues moving in sync. I pulled away slowly, and fought to regain my breath. Our foreheads touching, we locked eyes and Grayson smiled. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that Y/N."

At 2pm I walked out of my office after a day of work. And a day of Grayson. He had gone back and forth between our offices, sharing kisses and more. We had swapped numbers, and spent our lunch break together in the tea room with Lucy. She had been working hard all day, and still had no idea about what went on in office 37. The three of us met near the elevator and caught a ride down together. Grayson and I chatted about our day, stealing glances when we thought Lucy wasn't paying attention. At one point, I looked over at Lucy and noticed that she was staring at my neck with wide eyes. Self consciously I tugged on the collar of my blouse. We arrived at Grayson's level and he stepped out with a quick goodbye to Lucy and a gentle squeeze of my wrist. The doors closed and I sighed, a happy smile upon my lips.

"Oh my GOD Y/N! Is that a hickey on your neck!" Lucy screamed quietly.

"Um, probably," I giggled in wonder, still not quite believing the events of the day. She squealed and jumped up and down, flapping her hands erratically.

"I knew it! I knew it! I'm so happy for you! Is he a good kisser? I mean, of course he his! He's Grayson-fricking-Dolan!" She rambled on for what seemed like ages as we walked to the car, only stopping once she noticed my amused expression. There was silence between us before we both doubled over with laughter.

"Oh my GOD!" She squealed once more and wrapped her arms around me in a massive bear hug. We broke apart to enter her car. She was still squealing as she reversed out of the parking space, and exited the underground car park. Moments later, my phone buzzed with a message from Grayson.

Grayson: I can't wait to see you in class tomorrow.

I smiled giddily and typed a reply straight away.

Y/N: I can't wait to see you either.

Grayson: Have a good afternoon, beautiful.

I glanced over at Lucy to see her smirking at me. "I told you," she chuckled, shaking her head at me. I pressed my lips together to suppress a giggle. Well, I thought to myself, I love my internship.