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Claudia pushed the door to the back area open, the hedges swinging in a secondary chorus as Mike pushed the closing door open again. “Do you even think we’ll have some left? I don’t remember finding any back when I first found him.” The CEO admitted, scanning the room. Dusty parts of endo’s surrounded the two, some strewn across the floor and others upright. Crates of differing blueprint copies decorated the upper shelves, ones Claudia could not reach even in her heels. Hence why Mike was here. That and she couldn’t see herself leaving him so soon after their reunion. “If you were following protocol, you should have a minimum of two spares of all animatronic blueprints.” He shrugged, looking around. Been a while since he was in here, but it hasn’t changed a bit.
Directly his gaze back to the centre, Claudia stood there with her arms crossed. “Funny. Are you going to help me get the crates or not?” She sked with a head tilt and jutting of her hip…how could he say no? She turned back around to look at the selection.
“Which one first?” He moved to take his jacket off, discarding it on the table. A hand grabbed a hair-tie and he threw his hair in a loose low ponytail. “Grab the blu…” Claudia’s eyes trailed Mike’s face and hair, and he swore he saw her pupils dilate at the sight of him. “B-Blue one! Ahem, the blue one.” …Ok? He moved forward, reaching up and hooking his fingers around its handles. Slowly, he dragged it down, grunting when it hit his chest. Still sensitive. “There you go. Anything else, your highness?” His tone was low and teasing, mostly from exhaustion, but that didn’t matter to Claudia. What did was the way his muscles had constricted as he dragged the crate, the movement of his shoulders under the shirt..and that noise? Unintentional but Claudia loved it. “L-Let’s look this one first! YEah, move-“
She used her hips to nudge him aside, hurriedly searching the crate for anything to distract her from the warmth blossoming in her. “Rude..” He huffed, pressing against her side to peer in. That is NOT HELPING— “S-Step back! Personal space..” God, she hoped her face wasn’t betraying her right now…
But Mike? The signs only just started clicking. The wide eyes of aqua that sparkled at the sight of him; the shake of her hands; the flushing of those cheeks…flustered, huh? “Mhm, alright then.” He moved to the opposite end of the table, resting his elbows at its edge and watching her with soft hooded eyes. His ponytail was already falling out, strands falling in front of his eyes. And of course, a teasing smirk to finish the look. Claudia kept her eyes trained at the crate for a few minutes, hands throwing random pieces of blueprint or paper onto the table. “Y-You can at least sort the ones on the table…” She looked up and..
…Why was he looking at her like that?
Eyes of umber stared through right into her soul, emphasised by the eye-bags. They usually went unoticable, but as he gazed at her all she could focus on was how they outlined the hooded look he had. And that smirk— someone save her. The faintest of curls in one corner and the other ever so slightly raised, simple yet effective in execution. “..hm?” His head cocked to one side, the hair that had fallen moving with him and swaying in front of his eyes. “Now now, you wanted to say something Claudia. Finish your sentence.”
“…”
Bullseye.
He pressed on, rising and slowly walking to her. His eyes remained locked on hers, never breaking eye-contact. “Cat got your tongue? You were so chatty before, where did that go?” A hand held her chin now, tilting it up. “C’mon. I know you can do it.” Soft and sultry were his words, pressing into the corner’s of Claudia’s mind. “M-Mike…you’re so annoying..” Was all she could muster before grabbing his jaw and pulling him in for a kiss. There goes the dam.
Not like Mike was complaining. Hands moved from their previous position to her waist, moving her to be pushed against the table. The softness of the kiss turned aggressively passionate, Claudia moving up to sit on the table. Mike hurriedly pushed the papers off the wooden surface, they were in the way. Fingers dug into the hair-tie of Mike’s ponytail and pulled it loose, before burying themselves into his espresso locks. Her nails scratched his scalp, and he knew to press on. His hands, previously on her waist, pinned her by the sides they rested on either side of her on the table. Lips separate for a moment of breath before connecting again. And again. One of Claudia’s hands crept to his collar, gripping the opening and messing it up, but they kept going.
No space was left between them, and despite the closeness, Mike was getting bored. He could only make out with Claudia for so long before growing impatient. A knee slid between the parting of Claudia’s legs, and she held back a whine. “H-Here? Really?” Hushed, dry words on a watering tongue. “You weren’t saying that a minute ago, why the sudden change of heart?” He pressed up, and she let out a faint moan. “You can’t leave me like this…” He pouted teasingly, bowing his head a little.
Claudia tried to not let her gaze drift but good lord it was hard with the divine display in front of her. A panting Mike, shirt messed up by the button collar from where she had been pulling at it and hair sticking to his face from the sweat, with eyes staring at her as if she were prey. “If I did?..” She bit back, leaning her head back. Mike took that as invitation.
Knee grinding up, he lunged in and bit at her neck, licking where he would nib. “Ah, M-Mike!” She gasped, a hand settling on his shoulder— as if she’d actually push him away now. “Shh, keep it down..unless, you want the plex to hear how good I’m making you feel? I certainly wouldn’t mind.” He chuckled, the noise rich in his throat and vibrating against Claudia’s jugular. He licked softly before biting down, leaving yet another hickey on her golden natural skin. “Purple looks good on you, honey.” He purred into her ear, nipping its shell.
She whimpered, all this teasing for nothing! Her hips moved against his knee, a hand moving to pull at her sweater. “Let me.” Mike slid his hands over and up her sides, his cold fingers a starling shock to the warmth she held. How could she not gasp at it? The sweater was discarded quick, and Mike’s hand sought shelter under her t-shirt. “I can’t believe I waited so long…I must’ve been blind or something.” Claudia swore he was beginning to sound more gruff the further they went with this, and she wasn’t sure if her excitement for it was something she should encourage. “Why wait now?..” She breathed out, gasping as Mike pushed her to lay on the table.
“And here I thought I was the one who teased. You’re getting bold…I can’t have that.” His hands crept to her bra and around the back, searching for the clasp. Claudia arched her back at the cold along her spine, and Mike couldn’t help but chuckle. “Trying to get away now, a bit late for that don’t you think?” Even arching didn’t grant an escape Claudia wasn’t searching for, it simply pressed her front against Mike’s chest as he loomed over her. The two kissed once more, but a kiss was the wrong word for what they did now. It was akin to trying to devour the other through a kiss— sloppy and passionate and rough. Claudia’s hands began to hover by Mike’s belt..and oh boy.
Had she even seen it before? And was it always that hu-
Commotion cut both their thought processes, eyes snapping to the door. He growled towards it, and Claudia did not want to think about how that made her ten times hotter than before. She tapped Mike’s chest. “I’ll go see who it is..then we continue when the coast is clear?” A silence with some panting, but Mike nodded. “O-Ok, let me up..”
Unfortunately dressing herself, she straightened her attire before moving to the door. “I’ll be back..”
As she left, her heart fluttered at the final words of Mike.
“I’ll be waiting..~”