TITLE : Qualms
AUTHOR : Gomey
ARCHIVE : Anywhere...just let me know so I can brag, hehe.
RATING : R
SPOILERS : shrugs
DISCLAIMER : All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : "You're right, it isn't any of my business."
NOTES : qualm (noun) scruple, sick feeling.
"Cath." Gil smiled as his mouth delighted in forming her name, as a whisper of air gently deposited his voice to her ears.
She turned around and grinned, giving him a playful wink. "What...miss me already?"
He chuckled lightly, glancing around him, thankful that the bustling halls were absolutely empty thanks to the long weekend, before closing the distance between them. He pressed her up against the wall just outside his office; using his body to pin hers just where he wanted it. "Where do you think you're going? You have work to do..."
She quirked an eyebrow as a slow sultry smile formed. "So, making me your bitch now is compensation for what...you being my bitch in bed?"
He moaned as he allowed her to grab hold of his lower lip between her teeth, gently tugging him into a warm kiss.
"God Gil, you make me hot -"She jerked her hips towards his, feeling him harden instantly.
"Well that's a first."
Both agents whipped their heads around, coming face to face with sarcasm.
"Conrad." Gil replied politely, though Catherine could feel the hot blood running through his body. He took a step back from Catherine, physically breaking away from desire, though still connected on a deeper level. "What do you want."
Conrad shrugged, his infamous smirk surfacing while he eyed his prey. "Nothing. I just wanted to know that if Catherine was so ill that she required mouth-to-mouth ... why she didn't bother calling in sick."
Catherine glanced uneasily at Gil, watching him stare intently at the Day Shift supervisor with a murderous stare. "Gil, he's not worth it, honey."
"Honey?" Conrad repeating, trying to mimic Catherine's tone and inflections.
Gil glanced at Catherine, afraid of the consequences as soon as such a term of endearment slipped from her lips. His eyes focussed on her lips, thick and succulent, and images of passion flashed through his mind, almost to a point where he was granted the echoes of her climactic moans once more.
"How sweet." Conrad grinned, clasping his hands behind his back. "Shy, anti-social, politically constipated bug enthusiast finds soul mate in loud, aggressive, scantily-clad ex-stripper." He tilted his head to the side slightly, his evil smile never faltering. "Match made in heaven."
"Conrad..." Grit teeth allowed his name a narrow escape. "This doesn't concern you, so back off!" Gil took a step forward, ire burning at the terms the supervisor used to describe his best-friend with.
Conrad took a step back, hands raised in his defence. "You're right, it isn't any of my business." Passive aggression suited the man very well. He smiled and turned on his heel, heading down the hall.
Gil turned, facing Catherine who was now leaning against the wall on her own accord. Minutes prior, his lust and love was flying free, but now he feared for their future.
Catherine leaned her head back, her mind conjuring up similar thoughts to the blue-eyed man in front of her.
They both glanced at each other simultaneously, fear kissed eyes trying desperately to offer comfort even when in dire need of solace.
...was it over?