#sorry arañitas u-u

[tvheo]

'' ¿la has tomado entre tus manos? '' es lo primero que pregunta luego de dejar de moverse tras reconocer voz y ver como tiene sus manos juntas. el pudo haber hecho lo mismo al darse cuenta que era inofensiva mas, ¿tomarla directamente con diestra y siniestra? no, definitivamente no. solo hubiera usado algún objeto de por medio para tomarla. '' ¿y como sabes que no lo es? '' frunce el ceño, sin dejar de mirar extremidades impropias. '' ¡oye!, que no quiero morir por un insecto venenoso en una casa como esta '' ríe también, ya un poco más tranquilo, ahora viendo como opuesta se agacha para liberar animalito. '' acabo de llegar, justo en el momento en el que hablabas sola '' dice con jocosidad, suponiendo que fémina le había sentido acercarse, pensando que ya había un tercero en el mismo lugar que ella, posiblemente. '' ¿sabes entonces sobre insectos o arañas? '' por el hecho de que la otra supiera que no era venenosa. '' no me lo dijiste en primera cita '' refiriéndose la vez que fueron a comer juntos, usando en broma aquella palabra, que aunque trata de no sonreír, también usando un tonito cómo si estuviera ofendido.

' ¿que haces? ' pregunta soltando una carcajada al verlo, guarda araña entre ambas manos, protegiéndola, por suerte pudo sacarla de cabello ajeno antes de que cayera al suelo y corriera riesgo de ser pisada. ' no es venenosa. ' aclara pues por su tamaño y su color sabe que no corren ningún peligro. ' parecías un perrito mojado sacudiéndose. ' bromea mirándolo divertida ante tal comportamiento desplegado por el chico, inesperado. ' cobarde. ' finaliza con acusación falsa y vuelve a reír dejándole saber que no hace más que molestarlo para aliviar la tensión del momento. decide agacharse y logra liberar a la araña, permitiendo que siga con su camino lejos de ambos. luego vuelve a ponerse de pie y se endereza, viéndole curiosa. ' ¿encontraste algo interesante por aquí, theo? ' recuerda quien es, por supuesto, le cayó muy bien cuando se conocieron. @tvheo

[guilty-pleasures21]

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

3. And on it goes

Part 1 - The apartment

Part 2 - the late-night

Part 3 - the shirt

 Warnings: kissing and touching, mentions of sex

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     He’d messaged her about fifteen minutes ago. A simple: u still awake? It was almost reaching ten when she’d received the message and she’d been curled up on the sofa, not yet ready to go to bed. She hadn’t seen him the entire day, what with the workshop that had been compulsory for all the managers, so she’d responded almost immediately with an animated ‘yup! You want to come over?’. They’d fallen asleep together almost every night for the past month - sometimes at her place, sometimes at his - and she’d quickly found it difficult to go to bed without his solid presence keeping her warm at night. Finally, the doorbell rang and X glanced through the peephole to find the tall, strapping form of her boss standing outside her door, hands on his hips, foot tapping on the floor with impatience. She opened the door and grinned up at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. 

     “Sorry, Dr O’Hara, I don’t get paid to work overtime,” she teased him, stepping aside so he could enter her apartment. “Can we deal with this tomorrow?” 

     Miguel narrowed his eyes at her and gave a heavy sigh of exasperation. He looked tired. His hair was tousled, like he'd been running his fingers through it repeatedly. And his shoulders were slumped, as if he’d been tensing them the entire day and had only now found the space to let himself relax. He moved forward and placed a hand on the door by her head, trapping her beneath his imposing form so he could let his gaze trail over her features languorously. She sucked in a breath at the look in his eyes and let out a gasp when he reached his other hand around her waist, pulling her to him so he could press his lips to hers. She sank against his chest immediately, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as she kissed him back, slow, unhurried, the careful movements of her tongue against his easing the tension from his body. He moved to grasp her waist with both hands, then lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom without any sort of explanation for his late night visit.

     “Miguel,” X began, a hint of amusement in her voice as she lay her head on his brawny shoulder, “what are you doing?” He dropped her onto the bed, then tugged his shirt off, exposing his tanned skin and hard muscles. She glided her hands up his torso as he crawled on top of her, relishing the sharp lines of his abdomen and the solid planes of his chest. God, he was perfect. So large and so warm and so completely hers. How was he all hers? 

     “What do you think I’m doing, arañita?” he asked, lowering his lips to hers. She curled her legs around his waist and skimmed her fingernails along the corded muscles of his back as he kissed her. But it wasn’t enough; it wasn’t enough to feel solely her hands on him. So he snaked his own hand beneath her shirt, trying to pull it off so there was nothing getting in the way of their bare skin. But for some reason, she kept her elbows down, blocking him, and his forehead creased in irritated confusion as he pulled back from her. She looked up at him thoughtfully, her lips pressed together in an attempt to hide the wicked smile threatening to rise to the surface. 

     “Well, what if I don’t want to do that?” she asked, still wrapped around him. Her dark hair was spread out behind her, her wide eyes gazing up at him questioningly from beneath her thick, curling lashes, and he had to suck in a breath as he forced himself away from her, every muscle in his body clenching in protest as he sat up. She propped herself up on her elbows, waiting for his response. 

     “Do you not want to do that?” he ground out, the muscles in his jaw feathering as he tried to restrain himself. She bit her lip and sat up to take her shirt off, exposing her body to him. She swallowed hard when she saw the way his eyes travelled down her naked torso, his pupils dilating to drink her in even as he fought to control himself. Then she grinned and climbed into his lap, her stomach doing somersaults at the hungry look in his eyes. 

     “No,” she disagreed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned forward to give him a quick peck on the lips, clearly delighting in the torture she was inflicting on him, and he grabbed onto her waist desperately, holding his breath as he waited for her to continue. “Let’s do whatever you want to do.” 

     He sighed and loosened his grip on her, both relieved and agitated in the same breath. “Lo juro por Dios, arañita, you’re going to be the death of me one day.” 

     She grinned, completely unapologetic, and slid her fingers into his hair, gently tilting his head back so she could kiss him. Her tongue tangled with his as she rolled her hips against his, grinding into his lap until he felt the heat begin to build within him. Por Dios, she was perfect. So delicious and so entirely his. She pulled her lips away from his, lowering them to his shoulder instead, licking and sucking on his warm skin as she ran her hands along his back, his chest, his groin, until he began to harden beneath her, his body stiffening in response to her touch. He slithered his hands into her pyjamas and gripped onto her ass so he could squeeze the soft flesh in his large hands. She let out a yelp and pulled back to frown at him, but her lips curled at the ends against her own will, giving her emotions away. Miguel moved to kiss her again - to push her down onto the bed and trap her beneath him, exposing her for him to have his way with - but she moved out of his grasp, stopping him in his tracks. She kept her gaze fixed on him as she sat back and began sliding her pyjamas off slowly, leisurely, as if she had all the time in the world, and Miguel growled and rushed forward, meaning to hasten the process. X lifted her foot and planted it firmly on his chest, keeping him much too far from her, then she smiled as he gritted his teeth, delighted by his impatience. Finally, she tugged her pyjamas off entirely and threw them to the side, then she gathered her hair over one shoulder and crawled over to him, stopping just in front of his chest. She flashed him a mischievous smile before she began to lick her way down his torso, stopping occasionally to give him a suck or a nibble, revelling in the defined outlines of his muscles. He groaned and buried his fingers in her hair, twisting them into the tangled strands and pulling her head back so she was looking up at him. She smiled, giving him her signature look of sweetness and mischief all rolled into one, and he growled again before pulling her lips to his, forcing her backwards until she was trapped beneath his muscular frame. 

     “How was the workshop, cariño?” X asked him between soft kisses. He groaned at the question and she took the opportunity to help him get his trousers off. 

     “It was the same as it is every year,” he sighed, collapsing on top of her and letting her run her fingers through his hair. “I don’t know why they keep making us do it again and again.” 

     “Well, at least it’s over now,” X pointed out, the feeling of her fingers tickling the back of his scalp causing him to feel drowsy already. “Now you don’t have to think about it for another three hundred and sixty five days.” Miguel huffed as she let out a little snicker, then he pushed himself up to look at her. 

     “How was lab?” he asked, running his fingers down the side of her face. X winced.

     “Fine. Did you read the updates?” She didn’t like talking about work outside of work - not just because she didn’t want to bring it home, but also because she didn’t want it to put a strain on either their jobs or their relationship; it wasn’t fair to everyone else on their team, she’d told him one night, if she got extra personal time with their manager outside of work. She was so thoughtful and intelligent and he’d forget sometimes that this was only her first job. 

     “Yeah,” he replied softly, brushing her hair behind her ear. “We’ll talk about it on Monday.” She smiled at that and he grinned too before lowering himself back down to start kissing her again. 

     He’d been poring over printouts on his desk when she’d entered his office, closing the door behind her carefully as had become her habit. He set the papers down, relieved to have a moment’s respite, and moved to sit on the edge of his desk, facing her as she walked over to him. 

     “Hey,” she began cautiously, stopping a few inches in front of him, “so, I don’t think I can come over after work. My friend just broke up with her boyfriend and we’re taking her out for drinks tonight.” 

     Miguel reached forward to grab hold of her waist, his fingers fitting perfectly around her curves as he pulled her closer to him. 

     “I hope you have fun,” he told her, caressing her sides gently, knowing she wasn’t too fond of crowds or drinking. “Let me know when you get back. And call me if you need anything; I’ll come pick you up.” She grinned at that, her chest warming at how easy it was for him to take care of her, to make her feel safe. 

     “Yes, boss,” she teased him, leaning forward to brush her lips against his quickly. He tried to frown, to pretend to be irritated, but his lips twisted at the ends, and she couldn’t help but give him another kiss, her mouth lingering on his a little longer this time. She sighed and slid her hands down his chest, pulling away from him. “I have to get back to work now.” 

     She turned to go, walking over to the door and reaching her hand out towards the handle. But then she stopped to call back to him, “okay, bye, love you!”

     Her hand froze on the handle, the air leaving the room as the both of them held their breaths. She hadn’t even thought about it before saying it, so accustomed was she to ending a conversation with someone she cared about that way. But had it been too soon? Had she meant to say it? Should she take it back? She hesitated, contemplating the question. Somehow, without her even noticing, she’d become comfortable enough around him that she’d extended the habit to him; extended her small circle of loved ones to include him. And the more she thought about it, the more she realised that she didn’t want to take it back. That she had, in fact, meant it. She twisted her head back, just quick enough to take in the surprised look on his face, then flashed him a sheepish smile and ran out the door, not waiting to hear his response. 

     Love you, love you, love you. The words echoed in his head, playing on a loop as he remained frozen in place, his heart pounding in his ears, the blood rushing through his veins. Had she meant it? She must have meant it. She would have taken it back otherwise. His lips curled at the ends as he thought about how she’d turned back around to give him a smile before leaving; a confirmation that she didn’t want to take it back. Because she'd meant it. Even if she might have been afraid it was still too soon to say it, she’d meant it. He stood up, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he returned to his work, resolved in his decision to do the same: to make sure that when he told her that he loved her, she’d know he meant it too.

     She placed the tubes in the centrifuge then closed the cover and hit the ‘start’ button. She was just about to relax into her seat to wait the one minute when her phone started vibrating in the pocket of her lab coat. She pulled it out and scurried around the lab to make sure she was the only one left when she saw Miguel’s name on the screen. When she was satisfied that she was alone, she picked up the call. 

     “Hello?”

     “¿Querida? ¿Dónde estás?” her boyfriend’s low and gentle voice came over the phone. Ah! Her boyfriend! She still couldn’t believe she got to call him that. 

     “I’m still in lab,” she told him, keeping her voice soft. “I just have to collect my media then I’m done.” 

     “Vale. Let me know when you’re finished,” Miguel replied. X nodded her head as if he could see her. 

     “Okay!” she agreed. “See you later, bye!” 

     “Bye.” He hung up the phone just as Nate walked into his office, an excited smile on his face. 

     “You ready to go?” Miguel flashed him a confused look and Nate sighed. “Drinks? Peter and Ben? The pub? Stop me when you remember something?” 

     “Right! Drinks!” Miguel groaned as the memory of the meet-up they’d been planning with their old college roommates came back to him. Great. Now he had to cancel his plans for a relaxing night in with his pretty little girlfriend. He picked up his phone and gestured for Nate to leave the room before dialling her number again. 

     “¿Querida? I forgot that I have plans tonight. Should I cancel?” he asked when she’d picked up. 

     “What? No way!” she replied quickly. “What is it for?” 

     “Just some guys from college,” he informed her. “We were going to meet up for drinks tonight. But I can always just-”

     “Amor,” she interrupted, not daring to use his name while she was still at work, “go. Have fun! I can keep myself entertained. And maybe I’ll be able to catch a break tonight without you jumping on me every second.” He chuckled at that, his chest warming at the term of affection. 

     “Vale,” he relented. “But I’ll try to leave early-”

     “Amor, it’s fine,” she insisted, keeping that firm tone to her voice. Then she softened. “I want you to spend time with your friends. Have fun, querido. I’ll just head home after work and see you tomorrow?”

     “You don’t have to do that, cariño,” he reassured her. “Just take my car and go back to my place. I’ll leave the keys in my drawer.” He’d catch a ride with Nate there and back, that way he wouldn’t have to worry about parking or feel bad about his tiny little girlfriend taking the subway home while he went off with his friends. X snickered over the phone. 

     “Okay,” she agreed, amused by his concern for her. “I’ll see you tonight, querido.” 

     “Te amo, mi amor!” Miguel told her quickly, wanting to be the one to say it first. X giggled again.  

     “Te amo, mi araña.” Miguel groaned at her words and flopped over onto his desk. Why was he leaving his pretty little girlfriend all alone tonight again? “Okay, I’ll see you later, bye, love you!” 

     “I love you too, mi amor,” Miguel sighed before hanging up the phone. 

     “What?!” Nate stared at him from around the doorframe, eyes wide with surprise. Then he rushed into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. “You love her?! Who?!” 

     “No one!” Miguel replied quickly, his heart leaping into his throat in horror. But of course Nate wouldn’t settle for such a vague explanation - he’d known his friend for far too long to let something as serious as this go just like that. “Uh, my … aunt! She’s sick. But she’s fine now! Her … hand … broke.” Nate kept the shocked expression on his face and he ran forward and took a seat on the chair opposite Miguel.  

     “No, no, no, no, no,” Nate argued, utterly convinced now that his friend was hiding a secret relationship from him. “You don't say ‘I love you’. To anyone. Ever! Well, maybe except your brother, but you wouldn’t call him ‘mi amor’!” It was true: it was one of the main reasons he’d never been able to keep a relationship. Not that he hadn’t tried, but it just had always been hard for him to open up to people. Miguel fixed Nate with a glare as he tapped his fingers on his desk thinking about it. Then he stood up and grabbed his bag. 

     “Are you going to waste time questioning me about some imaginary relationship we both know I’m not going to tell you about? Or are we going to go to meet Peter and Ben at the bar?” Nate sighed and hopped to his feet to follow after Miguel. But no way in hell was he going to let this go that easily.

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