#averageisms

▶ How many times had he darkened this doorway now?? He had lost count but as he stood repeatedly ringing the bell over and over to disturb the woman inside he couldn’t help but be reminded of the first time they had met. All he had been doing was delivering her take out and then again.....and again till he decided that this woman needed to eat a damn home cooked meal. 

Despite her many complaints she had finally given in to his pestering and he had now taken it upon himself to come visit her several times a week to make sure she had something in the fridge. Even if she was just reheating the meal it was better for her than all the processed take out she had been eating before hand.

With plastic bag full of groceries in one hand he gives the bell a final flurry of rings until finally the door opens. Shooting her a tired look he give a huff before planting a foot forward to show that he is coming in.

    ' D - DARLING---???? '

Luckily he wasn’t too far, so he could still hear her voice when she called out to him, as well as the approaching footsteps as she jogged to keep up. Turning his head, he gave a kindly smile as he continued his pace. “Is that so? Well, let’s get to my office then, I can answer whatever’s on your mind more easily there.”

‘  R – Roy  …  Roy,  what’s wrong?  What happened?  ‘   the tips of her fingers placed on his knee hesitantly,   trying to draw him back into reality but hoping not to make things worse.

[ Point of reference: here ]

Roy didn’t count the time that passed between when he last heard Hughes’s voice and when Artemis came into his office. How did she get in? Right, he hadn’t locked it yet. Instead of going home when he first started feeling a wave of depression, he sat on the floor as a means to ground himself. The floor was solid, and so was the wall. They were hard surfaces he could feel.

At first, her voice wasn’t enough to stir him from reality. The tears stopped a while ago, leaving his face a blotchy red mess that didn’t suit a colonel. Her footsteps towards him made him realize someone else was in the room. They were too light to be the ones that belonged to the voice he heard earlier. He only looked up when she got close, fingertips on his knee.

If he looked horrible, she didn’t tell him. Though, he had no doubt in his mind that he did. He moved his arms away from holding his legs, one hand reaching over to pocket his gloves. Leaving them out, even in his own office, would be far too dangerous. Once he had them secure, he offered her a small, weak smile.

“Oops”.

   The syllables had barely left his mouth before he heard a loud yelling coming from his living room. Good thing his door was locked~ He cackled slightly as he leaned back in his chair, propping his long legs across the top of his study’s desk. Not caring that he knocked a stack of folders off it. He’d pick it up later~

   He was busy watching Artemis’ little villager running from bees on the screen of his nintendo switch. He’d purposefully gotten in her way so she couldn’t run into the town hall next to them to avoid the bees~

' I need you. ' The words are simple as she slipped onto his lap, expressionless features as she took a hold of his hand and guided it between her legs, denim the only thing seperating skin from skin. ' I need you so fucking badly ... '

“Do you now?” Jastun smiled and pressed his fingers against her groin, rubbing at her womanhood through the denim jeans. He teases at her, working her up even more than she already was, but doesn’t go any further.