Episode 14: Kiss In The Rain

Episode 14: Kiss In The Rain

He didn't react.

Leslie wondered if it was due to the discomfort brought by the pouring rain.

Though it really shouldn't be much of an issue if it meant getting a kiss from someone he liked.

She didn't want to back down and pressed her soaked body further against him. The sound of a sharp inhale filled her ears. A smirk made its way to her moist lips as she angled her head at a more flattering position. It seemed to do the trick as his mouth, almost hesitantly, started moving against hers.

His hands touched her waist gingerly as the kiss deepened.

It was like he was afraid of letting go or even worse, being consumed by whatever fervor this caress stirred up.

Just as she took the initiative of slipping her tongue past the seam of his lips, the man jumped back in fright.

"What? What is it?" Her eyes surveyed him, heart dropping at the exaggerated reaction.

He looked at her startled.

"I-I..." His Adams's apple bobbed at the unwittingly disastrous gaze she was giving him.

"Let's head back." Christopher finally breathed upon realizing that she was just bred like this.

Leslie barely had the time to complain before he pulled her headfirst and out the downpour.

By the time the two of them had made it to his car, they were dripping wet and she was hesitant to get in.

The man didn't even blink an eye as he slid inside the driver's side.

When the woman hadn't done the same, he rolled the opposite window down with a flat look.

"What? Are you waiting for me to open the door for you as well?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm.

She rolled her eyes and tugged at the handle to open her side.

"I was trying to be considerate of your fancy car seats but I guess if you're the owner and don't care then I shouldn't be so pressured."

"You really shouldn't be. It's not like it won't dry."

Impressed by his indifference to materialistic vanity, she pulled her legs up to her chest as he leant forward to turn on the heater.

His blue eyes found her with a hint of emotion. "Is that warm enough?"

She nodded as the hot air blew at full blast in her direction.

"Yeah, I'm good."

He gave her a nod but still took the liberty of reaching in the back seat for something.

Her heart flipped when he placed a soft sweater in her lap.

"I know it's a little small but it's better than nothing."

"Thanks," she issued out softly.

There was no response, just the engine roaring to life before they were on their way home.

Leslie was surprised when he brought her to his place instead of her own.

As if he could read the telltales of her face, Christopher gave her a stern look for the ill-natured thoughts she was most likely harboring. "I live closer. With the heavy rain, I thought it would be convenient for you to dry yourself here and head back after it dies down."

Her lips twitched at his need to explain herself.

Did he think she was fantasizing about him carrying her here to eat her up?

If that was the case, he was positively right.

With his eyes flickering away quickly at the lascivious glint in her eyes, Christopher made his way to the bathroom and returned with a towel.

He handed it to her and she took it gratefully.

"Thank you."

He gave her a tight-lipped smile.

"If you feel the need to take a shower you may do so. There's spare clothes in the closet that will probably fit you." He muttered.

Her mood was raised at the offer. "Really?"

He was gone at light speed before she could get an answer.

Leslie sighed before using the towel to wipe at her face then hair.

She gave up when she realized it would be better for her to just shower and wash her hair as well.

The water and soap had left her hair in an awkward texture upon finishing - the brand didn't sit well with it.

Now bare faced, Leslie cringed at a newfound pimple on her forehead.

She wondered if it would be very obvious to Christopher.

With someone as meticulous and keen as him, she knew that would be inevitable.

Muffling her mouth with a rag, she screamed in frustration.

Why was it that whenever she tried to do something seductive things like this happened?

It was like the universe was against her.

Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, the man of the hour walked in.

He averted his gaze quickly upon noticing her towel-cladded state.

"I thought a blow dryer would be more useful for you to get the job done."

Leslie didn't pay any attention to his attitude and was occupied by covering the pimple on her face, using another towel as a head-tie which came far too down to be normal.

It wasn't until he tossed the device down on the bed and turned to walk off, that her.

She looked up to meet his brooding stare.

"Do you need anything else?"

Leslie tried her hardest to not be intimidated by the weight of his eyes.

Standing so close to him had a different impact and the light formed a halo over his face. She knew how ridiculous it was to admire him so openly but it was impossible not to do. Moreover, with those good looks he was inadvertently compelling her to do that. Something like this shouldn't be a problem since it wasn't a public nuisance or a felony.

Unconsciously, she reached up to grasp his cheeks.

Christopher stiffened at the sudden touch.

"You don't like it?" She queried with high imperiousness.

He immediately removed her hand before she did something that could make him pass out.

"I don't think it's proper for you to touch me when you're in this state," his eyes trailed from her searing brown eyes to her bare feet.

When they returned, his jaw clenched tightly at the memory of what he had witnessed.

"Get dressed." He ordered strictly.

And within a single second, he had slipped away from her and escaped through the door.

Leslie blinked.

The woman was as stunned as she was impressed by his walking speed.

Those long legs surely have gotten him out of many awkward situations before, haven't they?

Chuckling to herself at how fast he ran, she took her time getting dressed.

Did he just flee away from her faster than rats on the Titanic did?

Her brows furrowed together at the thought before taking a seat on the bed.

It wasn't until it felt like eternity and she realized he wasn't coming back that she walked down the hallway in search of him.

The sound of water running filled her ears again.

Oh, he must be taking a shower.

Thinking of no other alternative, she leant against the wall and waited for him.

Running a hand through her hair, she couldn't believe she was waiting outside of the bathroom for a man. It was honestly not the best decision in her life morally but it made her madly giddy on the inside.

The minute Christopher walked out the bathroom, she knew she had made the right call.

Leslie sighed to herself when his black hair came into view first, droplets making a mess of the tiled floor.

He obviously didn't notice her with the towel he was using to dry his hair with eyes closed in momentary bliss.

Her protest could hardly leave her lips when he dropped the towel on the floor and the other around his waist following shortly.

Her eyes blinked at his bare ass.

Leslie never expected her night to end like this for sure.

The man was still searching vigorously through his closet, totally unaware of the show his cheeks were putting on.

It wasn't until he went to bend over that a gasp left her.

Christopher froze.

He felt his throat run dry at a soft voice he could decipher from anywhere.

When he turned around and his assumptions were proven to be correct, Leslie's wide eyes were enough to have a man on the brink of insanity.

And not the good kind.

Not wanting to be more of an exhibitionist than he already was, Christopher meagerly covered his private parts.

"What exactly do you think that you're doing?" He growled.

Leslie patiently waited for her to regain her composure.

It seemed to tick him off even more.

His usual moody and abnormally provoked expression had made a return. It had replaced the newfound warmth and acceptance it showed earlier for the woman standing not too far away from him.

"I'm sorry I didn't expect-"

He noted the way she deeply breathed through her nose then out of her mouth to clear her thoughts.

His face wore a deep frown.

"Well? Aren't you planning on leaving?"

She had been standing there, frozen in place for over five minutes.

With a dazed nod of her head, she took her slender frame out of his personal space.

"Again...I didn't mean to!"

His eyes flickered with amusement at the sight of it for a split second.

It was so fast that she couldn't help but wonder if she had imagined it.

With her hand pressed to her chest and her back against the wall outside, Leslie couldn't help but stare in a daze.

She knew it probably made her the biggest pervert on the planet but the woman couldn't help the broad smile which overtook her face.

Holy crap, I had just seen Christopher in his most vulnerable state yet.

Something about seeing him so caught off guard and defenseless brought tingles all over her body.

Trying to suppress the feeling was useless.

She couldn't deny it.

The man was officially turning her into a mad woman.

It wasn't the most perfect situation she had been in but it sure as hell felt like the most electrifying.

Leslie couldn't wait to see what other excitements this newfound relationship with him had in store for her.

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A/N:

Leslie definitely pulled one of these when she saw that a$$

Also, vote on that wholesome kiss scene because we already know Christopher is cute as hell without even trying.

*sighs longingly*

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