Racquetball (closed)

[Angeleyz]

Natasha was afraid she would start giggling when John turned his hand over and clenched her hand. Who knew she'd be holding hands with her work crush today?! Her stomach tightened, however, just before the plane leveled out. There had been a look in John's eyes... She could have sworn he was going to kiss her! She heard him say something about something being more dangerous, but she was too busy staring at his lips to really process his words. 'Yes, he IS dangerous,' she thought, 'at least to me.'

Ah, yes, we need a water, a rum and diet coke, and a beer. Uhm, Budweiser is fine.

Natasha wasn't sure drinking any more would be very smart... Especially when she seemed fixated on John's lips.. but she didn't want him to drink alone either, so she said nothing and kept holding his hand... a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

 

[StFornicate]

John was acutely aware of the feel of Natasha's hand in his. Her hand was small, like her, and fit easily in his much larger hand.

He had to admit, he liked it there, and was reluctant to let go.

He was, however, acutely aware that this was far overstepping their professional coworker boundaries. But... she wasn't pulling away. He took that as a good sign.

Their drinks came in short order. John smirked. Time to throw Natasha a curve ball. "You know, my wife really likes you," he said.

 

[Angeleyz]

Cocking her head to the side, Natasha looked at John a little puzzled. Except for one or two happy hours and a holiday party or two, she really hadn't had a lot of dealings with Sydney. Truth be told, she was a little intimidated by his statuesque wife.

"Sydney seems very nice," she replied and just saying her name made her realize she probably shouldn't be sitting there holding hands with the woman's husband. Natasha squeezed his hand a little and then moved her fingers to let him know he could release it whenever he was ready.

 

[StFornicate]

"Thank you," John replied, feeling her fingers wiggle just a bit. He knew she was trying to tell him he could remove his hand whenever he wanted... but instead, his fingers entwined with hers, and he squeezed her hand in his.

"Cheers!" he said with a smile, raising his beer can up and taking a swig. It was a two hour or so flight from New York to Chicago.

"So, anything in particular you'd like to do in Chicago? Aside from work, of course," John asked her. "Surely we can't spend all our time in our hotel rooms, right?"

 

[Angeleyz]

Unsure how to handle John's continual hand holding, Natasha nibbled on her bottom lip, a nervous habit of hers she had hoped to have outgrown by now. She automatically raised her glass to her lips to return the salute and ended up drinking half the glass.

So, anything in particular you'd like to do in Chicago? Aside from work, of course... Surely we can't spend all our time in our hotel rooms, right?

Natasha thought for a moment before replying, "Besides playing racquetball..?" She giggled a little, but the alcohol had her on the path of no longer caring if she sounded as tipsy as she was feeling. "I dunno... What did you have in mind...?"

 

[StFornicate]

"Well... perhaps enjoying some of the local nightlife?" John suggested, taking another drink off his beer. Her hand felt nice in his, and she certainly wasn't pulling away. He knew she was married, of course. But he was also getting the sense that she was willing to forget about that little fact, for a little while, anyway.

He smirked, eyeing the passing flight attendant's firm posterior as she passed them by. His fingers curled over her hand.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like? To travel all the time? Bouncing from city to city? That woman there... I mean, she's quite attractive. Think she's got a guy in every town just waiting for her to come back?"

 

[Angeleyz]

Well... perhaps enjoying some of the local nightlife?

Natasha couldn't recall the last time she and Mike had gone out. She wasn't even sure she knew what qualified for nightlife anymore, but anything beat sitting around her hotel room reading romance novels or mindlessly watching cable TV.

Do you ever wonder what it would be like? To travel all the time? Bouncing from city to city? That woman there... I mean, she's quite attractive. Think she's got a guy in every town just waiting for her to come back?

Natasha leaned against John trying to get a look at the woman in question, pressing her chest against his arm in the process. Straightening back up, she giggled as things got blurry for a moment and then replied, "Yeah... Definitely single... I don't see how she'd have time for a family always being on the road." She took another sip of her drink and then added, "And she had a nice ass, right?"

 

[StFornicate]

"A very nice butt," John agreed, and smirked. "I just think it'd be pretty wild to live like that. I mean, you could be a completely different person in every town, you know!" He leaned back and looked over at her. "Being in a new place, not knowing anyone..."

"You can make yourself anyone you want to be," he said, winking at Natasha.

 

[Angeleyz]

Natasha turned John's words over in her head, mulling them over with a seriousness that surprised her. There was something to be said about the idea of being able to pretend... to be... someone she couldn't be at home... at work... in their neighborhood. 'Yeah, right,' her inner critic said, 'like you could pull something like that off... You're so predictable your ruts have ruts...' Still the thought was there, playing in mind, like the ending to a good movie.

"And who would you be if you could pretend to be whatever you want," she asked skeptically, unable to see John wanting to be anything else but who he already was.

 

[StFornicate]

John smiled, leaning back and taking a drink. "It depends, really. Sometimes, an artist. A radio DJ. A construction worker. A musician. A spy. Anything other than this boring office job, you know?" He took another drink, and turned his head to face Natalie.

"Sometimes, you just gotta let your imagination run a little wild."

 

[Angeleyz]

Natasha listened with a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as John described what he'd pretend to be. She could see him being all of them - that was just the kind of chameleon he was.

Sometimes, you just gotta let your imagination run a little wild.

She took another long swallow of her drink, thinking he'd be shocked if he ever knew all the things that ran rampart in her imagination. She licked her lips, tasting some rum, and then tried to keep a straight face as she said, "I don't have a very good imagination" and ended up giggling at the skeptical look on his face.