lovingfingers
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Justin
"Come in," I heard Susan's voice from within. I opened the door and walked in, being careful not to spill the small pot of coffee. I set the tray down on the table, leaning towards you as I did. You looked up from your paperwork and our eyes met.
"Good morning," I said cheerfully, the sensation of suddenly being so close to you, with no glass between us, feeling quite intimate. I could hear the subtle sounds of the fabric of your clothing as you moved and the squeak of your chair. And the color of your eyes... I stood up, suddenly aware that I had been staring at you a bit too long... but then again, you had held my gaze.
"You don't know how much I need that," you started, reaching for you wallet.
"You don't need that. I am just helping out a friend on the staff here for the con," I fibbed.
"Well thank you...,?" you replied.
"Justin," I extended my hand.
You set your hand in mine and we exchanged a quick shake, but I swear I felt a little zing...
"Ooo, warm hands," you commented, "I have been sitting too long."
"Well," I smiled, "lets see if we can get you warmed up." I tried not to smirk at the cliche. Your hands were cold after all.
I set up the coffee service closer to you and poured into the china cup. I asked your preferences for cream and sugar, and gave it a quick stir. You seemed amused as I set down a napkin with silver and then the small plate of pastries. I stood and surveyed my work. She would expect me to leave now. So how do I delay...
You reached for the plate and I saw you wince slightly. Ah! "Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked.
You brought one hand to your shoulder for a moment, "No, thanks, unless you know a good masseuse."
"I, uh," I said quietly, hopefully, "am quite good with my hands. Shoulders bothering you?"
You looked up at me, like someone was offering you a life raft, "killing me is more like it."
Well," I smiled, trying not too look triumphant, "let us see what I can do. They won't miss me."
I turned and closed the door to the room, then walked around the table to stand behind you.
"Come in," I heard Susan's voice from within. I opened the door and walked in, being careful not to spill the small pot of coffee. I set the tray down on the table, leaning towards you as I did. You looked up from your paperwork and our eyes met.
"Good morning," I said cheerfully, the sensation of suddenly being so close to you, with no glass between us, feeling quite intimate. I could hear the subtle sounds of the fabric of your clothing as you moved and the squeak of your chair. And the color of your eyes... I stood up, suddenly aware that I had been staring at you a bit too long... but then again, you had held my gaze.
"You don't know how much I need that," you started, reaching for you wallet.
"You don't need that. I am just helping out a friend on the staff here for the con," I fibbed.
"Well thank you...,?" you replied.
"Justin," I extended my hand.
You set your hand in mine and we exchanged a quick shake, but I swear I felt a little zing...
"Ooo, warm hands," you commented, "I have been sitting too long."
"Well," I smiled, "lets see if we can get you warmed up." I tried not to smirk at the cliche. Your hands were cold after all.
I set up the coffee service closer to you and poured into the china cup. I asked your preferences for cream and sugar, and gave it a quick stir. You seemed amused as I set down a napkin with silver and then the small plate of pastries. I stood and surveyed my work. She would expect me to leave now. So how do I delay...
You reached for the plate and I saw you wince slightly. Ah! "Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked.
You brought one hand to your shoulder for a moment, "No, thanks, unless you know a good masseuse."
"I, uh," I said quietly, hopefully, "am quite good with my hands. Shoulders bothering you?"
You looked up at me, like someone was offering you a life raft, "killing me is more like it."
Well," I smiled, trying not too look triumphant, "let us see what I can do. They won't miss me."
I turned and closed the door to the room, then walked around the table to stand behind you.
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