N/A - New story, started it a couple of weeks ago and have some chapters of it in store.
Tell me what you think and if I should continue with it.
Love In An Elevator
Time - 12:37pm
I pick up my briefcase from the floor.
"Thanks for inviting me to lunch dad, but I really have to head back to the lab now."
"Of course. Just don't wear yourself out. It's Friday, do something fun this weekend." He orders me and I smile.
"Yes, dad." I say with a eye roll.
"Okay. Get out of here now." He say with a playful smile before kissing the top of my head.
"See you at Sunday dinner." I say as I walk out the door heading for the elevators. I'm not a big fan of going into those small rides through hell but I'm not a big fan of walking down eighteen stairs either.
I push the down button and it doesn't take more than a couple of seconds for it to arrive. The elevator is empty, probably because the building is over all pretty empty at this hour. Either people are at lunch or they've gone home already. I push the first floor button and waits impatiently for it to start going down.
A couple of floors down its stops and I groan. Can't I for once just ride down in peace, someone always have to...Wow! The doors open and reveals a gorgeous brunette. I can't really see her face because her eyes are glued to the cellphone in her hand. Well, I wouldn't mind going down on her...with! With her!
She walks inside and leans against the wall facing my profile, her eyes never leaving her phone. Damn, I want to see those eyes. Maybe if I say something she'll look at me. Now I just gotta find my speaking ability. Where is it?
"Uh...which...eh...floor?" I found it! Mumbling incoherent shit, but anyway.
"First." She says with a smirk looking up at me for the first time. God, she's beautiful! Her chocolate coloured eyes seems so full of life. When I realize I'm staring at her I turn my gaze straight forward blushing. My realization was to late though, se caught me staring and I hear her chuckle a bit before looking down at her phone again. Em-fucking-barrassing. Yeah, I'm gonna be quiet now. Shouldn't be so hard to keep my mouth closed the last ten floors. Ha! It's not really like I can form any understandable sentences anyway. I'm such a...
The elevator rocks a bit before coming to a stop and the lights go out, except for one that I'm guessing is some sort of emergency light. What the...
"Oh, you got to be kidding me!" The girl exclaims and takes the two steps over to the buttons and begins to frantically push them all. I'm frozen because of two things. First, I'm stuck in an elevator with a size of 27 sq. ft. and second, the gorgeous woman is less than a feet from me. I can practically feel her body heat.
When she realizes that it doesn't help to push the buttons she turns to me with a plain look which soon turns into a concerned one when she sees my scared look.
Damn fucking elevators. I give the buttons one last violent pushes and then I realize that the girl beside me is still standing there frozen. I turn my gaze to her and sees a frighten expression. Oh no, please don't tell me she's claustrophobic. That would not be very good.
"Hey." I take a hold of her shoulders and tries to get her attention but it doesn't work. She's stuck in her own world, probably on her way into panic mode. I shake her a bit and her eyes finally meets mine. Wow, that's a pair of beautiful eyes. We stare into each others eyes for a moment before her eyes go wide and she shrugs out of my hold and begins to pace the small area.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God." She whispers over and over and her face begins to turn red.
How do I deal with a woman who's on her way into a panic-attack. I can see her breathing picking up and I need to calm her down before she blows.
I grab a hold of her to stop her frantic pacing.
"Sit." I say and push her down so she sits with her back against the wall before I sit down in front of her, indian style.
"Breath. Slow and deep, just like me." I say calmly before taking deep breaths and soon she's mimicking me. After a while she calms down.
"That's good. Keep doing that." I say gently before picking up my phone from my pocket to see if I have any signal and thank God I do.
"I'm going to make a phone call. Just keep breathing slowly and deep." I say and get a small nod in return showing that she heard me.
I stand up and make as much as distance between us I possible can. It's a elevator for Christ's sake so there's not much but I don't need her to start panicking again if she hears my conversation. I got a feeling we're going to be stuck here for a while but she does definitely not need to know that. I dial the number to my sister. She works in the building and maybe she knows what's going on.
"Hey Ash. Did you forget something?" Kyla chuckles. Okay, so maybe she doesn't know anything.
"No. I'm kind of stuck in an elevator and..." I whisper but gets interrupted.
"You are what?" Kyla yells and my eyes immediately goes to the frightened girl on the floor. She's looking at me with wide eyes and I can see that Kyla's yelling is making her anxious again. I kneel down in front of her and run my free hand through her beautiful blonde hair.
"It's okay." I whisper to her with a reassuring smile.
"Who are you talking to?" Kyla shrieks.
"Kyla, I need you to calm down and find out what's going on. We need to get out of here as soon as possible."
"Okay. I'm on my way out of the office. Which elevator are you in?"
"Uh, three I think." I whisper and keep running my hand through the stressed girls hair. My touch seems to calm her.
"Do you know which floors you're stuck between?" She asks and I can hear her running down the stairs. Probably afraid of taking another elevator in case it gets stuck too.
"I'm not sure. I'm guessing somewhere between tenth and eighth. I'm gonna hang up now, but call me the second you find anything out."
"Okay. We'll get you out so don't panic." With that she hangs up. Easy for her to say, she's not the one stuck in an elevator with a claustrophobic girl.
I watch the girl hang up, her eyes never left mine through the conversation and her soft hand kept running through my hair. Her touch has a calming effect on me.
"Thank you." I whisper after a while of just sitting there.
"For what?" She asks as she moves over to sit beside me instead.
"For keeping me sane." I say and give her a smile.
"Oh, that was in all selfishness. It's not good for my mental health to have a claustrophobic girl explode." She says and gives me a smirk.
"Well, thanks anyway." I chuckle and turn my eyes from her to the wall in front of me.
I can't believe I'm stuck in an elevator of all places. Does God really hate me that much? I bring my knees up to my chest and rests my chin on one of them.
"Talk to me." I say to the girl.
"About?" She asks.
"Anything, I need you to keep me distracted. Tell me about yourself or something?"
"Okay..." She starts and thinks for a moment before continuing "My name is Ashley Davies. I'm 25years old. I have a younger sister, she's the one I called before. Uh...born and raised here in L.A. Currently in between jobs. Love music. Writes and plays a little myself, mostly at small bars. I enjoy surfing and I'd kill for a cup of coffee right now." She finishes with a chuckle making me laugh too.
"That's the story of your life?" I ask sceptically and give her a teasing smile.
"No." She laughs "I didn't know you wanted the story of my life. I usually don't give that away until I slept with the girl." She continues slyly. So, she is gay.
"Well, I'm not gonna sleep with you in this elevator so you'll have to share anyway." I say with a smirk.
"Hm, interesting..." Ashley says looking at me with a smirk.
"What is?" I ask with a frown.
"You said, and I quote, I'm not gonna sleep with you in this elevator. Meaning, you wouldn't be oppose the idea of sleeping with me in, lets say, a bed?" She asks with a wink causing me to chuckle and shake my head at her.
"Let me rephrase, I'm not gonna sleep with you so you'll have to share anyway. Better?" I ask with a head tilt.
"No, definitely not better. That was a rejection and I'm not sharing the story of my life with you after you rejected me." She says in mock hurt and I roll my eyes.
"Okay, let me rephrase again. I won't sleep with you in this elevator but maybe, only maybe, when we get out of here. But you have to share your life story in order for that to be a possibility. Better?"
"Damn, you drive a hard bargain." She says with a chuckle.
"Yeah. So, what do you say?"
"You know what? I think I'm gonna pass. I doubt you'd be interested." She says with as sad smile which definitely made me interested but I'm not going to push her.
"And... it's only fair that you tell me a little about yourself. You owe me that after I saved you from insanity." She continues and replaces the sad smile with a sly grin making me chuckle again.
"Okay. My name is Spencer Carlin and I'm 24. Born in Ohio, my parents moves us here when I was 17. I've got two brothers. My father's a therapist and works on the eighteenth floor. I'm physicist. I like L.A. but sometimes I miss the winter. It's a beautiful time of the year. After High School I went to college and that was probably the best time in my life. Yeah...that's about it." I say smiling at her. I have a hard time keeping my eyes of her. She's so beautiful and the whole time I talk it actually looked like she was interested.
She's definitely gay. I don't doubt that for a second. She knows I'm gay and she didn't freak out which obviously doesn't mean she's gay but I'm getting a vibe. My gaydar is excellent.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, I pick it up and see that it's Kyla.
"Hey Sis. Any news?"
"Yeah...Good or bad first?"
"Bad." I say with a sigh.
"It looks like you're stuck in there for a couple of hours." She says and I cringe inwardly. This is not good for Spencer. She's going to burst.
"Damn...what's the good news?"
"There are none. Just said it to keep your hopes up." She says with a sigh.
"Funny...Call me when you hear anything." I say and hang up.
"What did she say?" Spencer ask immediately.
I move over so I'm in front of her and takes her hands, ignoring the electricity it causing to shoot through my body.
"Remember to keep calm, okay?" I start and wait so I know she listened. "It looks like it's going to take them a couple of hours to get us out." I say in a low voice and as soon as the words left my lips she shoots up and starts to pace the elevator again, whispering curses under her breath. This is not good.
"Spencer." I say but fails to get her attention. "Spencer!" I try again a little more forcefully, it doesn't work. What the fuck do I do? I say her name a couple of more times and tries to grab a hold of her wrist but she tear it out of my hold.
"Can't breath, can't breath, can't breath." She says still pacing and holding one hand over her heart.
Oh what the heck! Desperate times calls for drastic measures, right?
I forcefully push her up against the wall and she whimpers at the sudden impact. Before she has a chance to say anything I press my lips against hers. After a moment of me just pressing my lips against hers, she finally understands what's happening. And instead of pulling away, like I thought she would, she kisses me back. Her hands go around my neck and pulls me even closer to her. I gasp at the feeling of our bodies connecting and she takes the opportunity of deepening the kiss and thrust her tongue into my mouth. We both moan at the contact and I can feel myself getting wetter every second. Damn, what an incredible effect she has on me.
I slow down the kiss and take her lower lip between my teeth and gently tug on it making her moan. Smiling at succeeding on calming her down I release her and sit down. I chuckle to myself when she doesn't move, she just stands there against the wall trying to compose herself.
What the fuck was that? Did she just kiss me? Yes, she did. And it was one amazing kiss. Ugh, now I have all these feeling running through my body. That is not okay.
"Well, that stopped your irritating pacing and incoherent mumbling." Ashley says after a while and I turn my gaze to her and find a smug smirk on her face. Bastard. That didn't just stop my pacing and mumbling, it stopped my fucking heart.
I slide down the wall until I'm seated on the floor opposite of her, she's still looking at me and she looks pretty damn proud of herself. How to wipe that expression of her face?
"I'm not gay." I say before I can stop myself. Why the fuck did I just say that? I am gay for Christ's sake. What's wrong with me?
"Okay." She answers simply without showing any kind of reaction. She picks up her phone from her pocket and begins to play some game on it.
"I'm married." Seriously, what's wrong with me? Why am I lying to her? What am I afraid of? Her hitting on me? I have no doubt she'd hit on me even if I really was married. Anyway, it's not like we're gonna see each other after this whole elevator shit.
"No, you're not." She says without looking up from her phone.
"Uh?" How would she know if I was married or not? She looks up from her phone, her eyes on mine then hers wander down to my left hand.
"You're not married." I glance down to where she's looking and realize that she's thinking about that I'm not wearing a ring. Damn, she's good. Wait, didn't she say that I wasn't married before she even looked at my finger? She's been checking me out? Sneaky...
"Just because I'm not wearing a ring doesn't mean I'm not married." I reason and she finally puts her phone down and looks at me intently, like she's trying to read me.
"You're not married." She repeats and shakes her head a little.
"What makes you think that?" I ask trying to find out what makes her so sure.
"First off, if you were married to me I'd make sure you wore the ring. Wouldn't want any creeps to hit on my wife." She says with a wink making me blush.
"And second, you didn't mention anything about being married before when you told me about yourself." She says and pauses to see my reaction.
"Maybe I didn't want to." I argue defeated.
"Gorgeous, I just kissed you and you didn't push me away. In fact, if I'm not imagining things it was you who shoved your tongue into my mouth." She says with a smug grin. "And, I highly doubt you're the cheating type." She finishes of and picks up her phone again. Damn, she's so frustrating.
"I did not shove my tongue into your mouth!" I defend myself when regain my composure. "And if I'm not imagining things my tongue was very welcomed." I continue with a smirk.
"Yes, it was indeed." She says slyly before winking and returning to her phone.
Damn her! So frustrating. Annoying, cocky bastard. I will not let her get to me...