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Library; Monday [ 01/05 ].

On the list of things one would expect to find when returning to work in the library, there were books. Maybe paper. The computer, to be sure.

Bananas were not exactly on that list, but, cup of sugar with coffee and cream in it in hand, bannans were exactly what Cal found on the front desk when he came to open that morning.

Well, at least it was very reassuring to know that Doctor Jones cared about their potassium intake for the new semester.

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"I didn't have a policy on kissing at work," Cal pointed out; it would have been petulant if it weren't for the fact that he was way too nervous to be petulant, swallowing a lump in his throat down, hopefully stealthily. "I just didn't think we were at kissing at work point...then..."

Which held the silent suggestion that they were at kissing at work point now, but Cal needed a second or two to...regroup or something.

The suggestion was a little bit of a surprise to Claire, yes, and she looked slightly befuddled.

"And, see, I didn't know there was a difference between the kissing point and the kissing at work point."

"I guess we both learned something new, then," Cal said, his voice taking on an odd sort of cadence, all thanks to the fact that he couldn't even hear it over the sound of his brain telling him to kiss her, kiss her, it's so obvious you should kiss her, you idiot, get your ass out of that chair and kiss her...

But, in a turn of events that brought to mind that self-portrait she submitted to that showcase, it was like looking at Claire and thinking about kissing her left everything below the waist paralyzed and, well, stiff.

"I guess we did." Claire was equally frozen for a moment. Then she remembered this was Cal, and the chances of him being aggressive were about the same as those of him sprouting wings. (Actually, the wings might be more likely.)

She moved closer to him, lips soft and parted.

Okay, that made it much, much easier, but, unfortunately, Cal closed his eyes a little too early in anticipation for the kiss, and the jarring himself into motion to be able to kiss her back resulted in being way too quick and firm and sloppy on the approach.

But he kissed her! That was what counted, right?

It did! Major points for effort!

Claire tilted her head to the side and pulled back just sightly to get the angle a little less, well, sloppy, then ran her hand up along the line of his jaw.

Despite her very encouraging rearrangement and the fingers against his jaw, Cal had to pull back a little, overwhelmed by an embarrassed little laugh. "Wait, hold on," he said. "Let me try that again."

He took a second, let out a breath, and, readied, he did try again with...much, much more success, leaning into another kiss as his own hand drifted up to push back Claire's hair behind her ears, fingers fingering through it to the back of her head.

Much, much better; having to lean over the desk was probably the only thing making it perfect in Cal's mind.

That and failed attempt preceding it, but Cal was going to ignore that part.

That was much better, definitely, though they'd have to try it again without the stupid desk sometime. Claire made a happy little noise as she pulled away from him to draw her breath, then leaned again for a slightly deeper (but not that deep, what with them being in the library and everything) round.

And that right there was enough to almost make Cal want to just crawl up on the desk to get closer. He didn't, of course, but his brain was definitely entertaining all sorts of very unacceptable thoughts regarding a swift, clearing sweep of his arm across the desk, and doing things that he knew in reality would just be all sorts of awkward. It had him pouring into Claire's kisses, his thumb moving circles in her gorgeous hair as his held her in closely.

This was not an introductory kiss or a practice kiss. This was a real kiss, and Cal knew what he was doing, and Claire was very much Not a Fan of the whole desk concept. She wondered if it would be insanely cheesy or if the library would attack her if she just tried to crawl over it.

It would risk a twisted ankle, and she (almost reluctantly) put the idea aside. They'd had enough near-disasterous kisses already.

She shut down her brain and let herself just enjoy the moment, his hands and lips and even the faint but ever-present buzz of the florescent lights. Her own hands roamed, one down his back, the other dancing over the jaw and into his thick hair.

Being a library aide just got amazingly better as Cal joined a time-honored tradition he didn't even know existed.

And this was much better than it would have been at the diner, really, where there was grease and kitchen boys to laugh at him.

Stupid, stupid desk.

The desk was a shame. There should be a law against desks, really.

Claire was getting dizzy, and she laughed a little as she finally stepped back. "We," she informed him, "need to try that with no furniture in the way."

Cal, grinning at Claire as his thumb still moved through her hair, had to agree. So much so that, as soon as she drew away, he wished she hadn't, and his hand moved down, fingers entwining in her hair as he dragged it; finally reaching the end, he moved his hand toward hers, stepped a little to one side, and then tried to pull her around a little, gently, which amazed him as he almost just wanted to pull her through the desk if he could, to his side of the desk.

Claire managed not to trip over the heels of her boots as she let herself be lead around the desk, and she was counting that as a triumph.

She stood, very close, and just looked at him for a second. "Wow. Whole new world back here."

[OOC: Night, you!]

"Oh, yeah," Cal agreed. "Totally."

Not that he planned on giving Claire much time to enjoy it, placing his hands lightly on each side of her face, cradling her cheeks, and leaning in to kiss her again, this time without the desk.

Definitely better without the desk. Claire let her lips melt into hers, moving her hands down to rest lightly on his hips.

Cal tried hard, very hard, to not let his hips shift now that there were hands flanking them, however lightly, but it was not an easy task at all, especially when his hands were now going into her hair and there was more kissing and he liked his library job a lot more right now.

Claire was also a fan right then of Cal's library job, not that she would have said so. Her mouth had better uses, like breaking off from his just for a moment to trail little kisses up along his jaw and toward his ear, and she instinctively shifted with him.

And that was a little unexpected, but you wouldn't find Cal complaining anytime soon. He was just going to turn extremely red as he lifted his chin, turned his head, to better suit all that. He was thinking that this was not exactly proper library behavior, or, well, where his mind was going right now definitely wasn't, but he was complaining. Oh now, not complaining. And her head along the side of his left her hair close to his face, where his handful of it could bring it in, breathe in the scent of whatever shampoo she used.

Claire was also not complaining, not about his hands burying in her hair or the shade of red she could see him turning, but she did realize they were in the library and someone might come in anytime for ... those things. Words. Pages. Books.

She took half a stutter-step backward, just enough to look up at him. She tried to find words but they weren't really coming to her, so she hoped the smile on her face was enough.

Claire stepped back and the cloud of hair in his face drifted away a little; his fingers dragged back through it and let it go reluctantly; his attention shifted back toward Claire's face, her eyes, the smile on her face, and his slightly ragged breathing. He realized he should probably shut his slacking mouth.

Only to open them again in an attempt to say something, something that didn't come out despite his best efforts, and he blushed again while he floundered for what to do and ended up only leaning in to kiss her again. Just a light one, slightly dragging, still very nice.

The light kiss was definitely very nice, and the slightly open mouth and blush were (and Claire felt almost ashamed of herself for thinking this word) cute. Claire reached to find his freer hand and twine her fingers through his.

She should say something. Something stupid, even, so they didn't just stand there all day and stare and kiss and probably get bitten by a radioactive monkey and --

"Wow."

That was a word, wasn't it?

Edited 2009-01-06 16:34 (UTC)

"...Good 'wow,' right?" Cal asked, squeezing Claire's hand a little.

It wouldn't hurt to make sure.

"Um, yeah," and now she was blushing and squeezing his hand in return. "Very good wow."

She thought about telling him he had surprised her, but that felt like it might be taken as an insult.

"Good," Cal grinned; if asked, he would have had to say it was a stupid grin, especially since he couldn't think of anything else to say. He almost wanted to just go right back to all the kissing, but that would just open up a whole can of deviant worms.

So maybe Claire still had some brain power for intelligence. He sure as hell didn't.

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