They also insisted that this be a 3xR, which is a first for me--I've never tried it before. It was...interesting.
I don't know if you would call this limey or not. I suppose it is, a little bit. Is there a level lower than lime? Maybe it's an orange. ^^
Distractions
by Sara
Word Count: 502 (it's just a little bit over--is that OK? ^^)
Standard Disclaimer: It wasn't me! I was dead at the time! I was on the moon! With Steve!
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Soft lips, brushing the curve of her ear, ghosting down to caress her neck. A tickling of breath, which whispered along her skin, stirring the fine, downy hairs on her neck. Then--a pause, and the same treatment, only on the other ear. It was very...very...
"Distracting," she huffed, though it was an exhale of guilty pleasure, rather than annoyance.
"You work too hard." His voice, a mere murmur, brushed past her ear with the ghost of a chuckle. "I figured a distraction would be welcomed."
"I'm not complaining." Her lips, soft as rose petals, quirked up in the smallest of smiles. "It's just that I don't have the luxury of being distracted right now."
"Of course you do." His hands slid down to cradle her arms, and he rested his chin on one shoulder. She could just see the fringe of tawny brown hair through her peripheral vision. "Life gives us many choices, after all. You have the option of being distracted."
"Of course I have the option." She cocked her head, which caused her honey-colored tresses to murmur against his cheek. "That doesn't mean I can afford to be distracted, however. Just because the option is there, doesn't mean that I can take it." She placed her hands flat on the desk, trying to ignore the way he nuzzled her neck with his nose, or the soft, buzzing sensation that rustled along her skin and made her feel like purring....
"There will be other days for work," he said simply.
She huffed, though there was not much force behind it. "I never do this when you're trying to work."
His hands, slightly calloused and warm, trailed their way down her arms, smoothing across the backs of her hands. "I never said you couldn't, either."
Her lips pursed, not quite a scowl, not quite a smirk...but before she could speak, his hands moved, lightning-quick, slipping under hers to deftly grasp the papers hidden there, flipping them into the air like so much giant confetti. The papers scattered haphazardly, draping themselves over chairs, scuttling under her desk.
"Trowa--! You--why did you--now I--argh! Do you know how long it took me to get those papers in order?! It will take me hours to try and put them back together!"
She moved to stand up, to regain her lost work, but before she could move, strong arms encircled her from behind. She gasped at the feel of his chest, warm and solid, pressed against her back, and was struck by the realization that she did not want to move, not one bit.
"How sad," he breathed, in a manner that caused her knees to liquefy, "that I have to provide a distraction for my distraction."
She did purr this time, and gained just enough leverage to swivel so she faced him, realizing suddenly that concentrating on her work was the very last thing on her mind.
After all, she thought, a little distraction never hurt anybody, right?
~Fin~
Ah, the things we write when we're pressed for time...
--Sara
..lol)
