NOTES:
Author: Yana
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through S5 Han
Archive: Please ask.
Disclaimers: All the characters or mentions of characters in this
story that you find vaguely recognizable aren't mine.
"He pretended not to hear me."
She looked downcast and he frowned. "Isn't that a good thing? It says,'hey, I have no clue what I'm doing with her'."
"No it doesn't," she corrected him. "It says, 'I don't know what we're doing, but she'll kick my ass if I say the wrong thing'."
"And that's bad..."
"Because he cares what she thinks!"
"Well, of course he cares. They're...you know..."
"You don't know him. He's the master of the pat answer. If he'd decided it was just sex, he would have said something--anything--to you."
"Oh." Understanding dawned. "So it's something other than just sex, but he hasn't figured it out yet."
"Yeah," she said quietly, her gaze skittering away from him.
He watched her for a moment, then looked around the bullpen furtively. He took her by the arm. "C'mon." Leading her into Josh's office, he closed the door behind them. "He won't be back tonight, right?"
She shook her head.
Flies with honey, he thought, putting his arms around her. "You gonna be okay?"
He felt her nod. "I always knew," she muttered. "I just couldn't seem to stop hoping." Pulling away, she said, "Thanks anyway."
He shrugged. "Hey, I owed you one for those comps you gave me. And how did you get your hands on them? I have connections and still kept coming up dry."
She did her best to recover and give him a mysterious smile. "When you've been around as long as I have..."
"You make yourself sound like an old woman."
Giving him an arch look, she said, "Compared to you, I am."
"I'm not that young," he laughed.
"Getting older by the second," she teased.
He sobered. Put his hands on her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "I don't know what you really think of me..."
"I like you."
"And I like you. A lot. And I owe you." He took a step closer, not breaking their gaze.
"You just paid me back."
"Not just for the tickets. For showing me the ropes, when no one else would."
She gave him a wry smile but didn't pull away. "I had you lifting boxes."
"It was another lesson."
"Like the Karate Kid? Wax on, wax off?"
He grinned and stepped nearer, so that they were only inches apart. He felt her hands come to rest on his waist. "The Karate Kid? Wow, you are old."
She pinched him. "Shut up!"
"Ow!" He clutched his side in mock pain.
She was laughing and looking straight into his eyes. He met her gaze with a grin.
Then time stopped. The laughter died.
He moved closer; she didn't step back.
He leaned in and captured her mouth with his.
He felt her respond, just for a moment, before she pulled away.
"Ryan..."
"How do you feel about younger men?" he asked softly.
"I can't..."
"I wasn't asking for the whole enchilada."
Her lips quirked.
"Just a little time," he clarified. "And besides, a woman of your age, you must be reaching your sexual prime..."
"Hey!"
"I'm just saying, a young guy like me would be tempted." He gave her his most charming smile.
She almost smiled back.
He leaned in again, whispered against her lips. "Are you tempted?"
Her mouth opened. He could feel her breath hot and damp against his skin.
He waited.
She breathed.
"Yes..."
The word fell into the silence.
He didn't let her say anything else. Kicked a visitor's chair under the doorknob, locking them in. Set out to prove, energetically and vigorously, why a young man was exactly what she needed.
And when she was under him, writhing on her back on the floor, whispering instructions to him and gasping his name, he knew he'd been successful.
Flies with honey, he thought, a moment after he'd shuddered to a climax inside her hot, tight pussy.
Lyman had no idea what he was doing. Or what he was missing.
THE END