galorama

[galorama]

Viktor was a simple man. Determined and hardworking in the worst way possible. He always thought he didn't need anybody. Well at least he did. Until you came along. You came into his life and practically turned his world upside down, always doting on him, bringing him coffee, cooking him food, and somehow convincing him to take short breaks. Everyone else would be turned away if they offered him this kind of treatment, but you. He couldn't say no to you, much to his dismay. At first it started out as appreciation. He was secretly glad to have someone taking care of him. (although he would never admit it out loud) But soon enough it grew to something more. He would catch himself staring at you longer than necessary. He began picking up different quirks you had. And the dreams. The dreams were the worst part. He would have dreams of you holding him as you brushed your fingers through his hair and whispered sweet words to him. Or he would have dreams of you peppering his face with kisses while praising him. The list goes on and on. And he was embarrassed by every single one of them. But oh, how he longed for them to come true. After enough longing stares and secret wishes, he finally worked up the courage to confess. And oh how nervous he was. He was expecting you to laugh or maybe call him something degrading and walk away. But when you returned his feelings he was ecstatic. Soon enough the two of you started dating. You two began stealing kisses while he worked, if anyone had walked by his lab they would have surely heard your giggling. However as your relationship progressed the two of you were rarely ever too intimate. Only a few lingering touches here and a few deeper kisses there, but tonight was different.

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It was nearly midnight. Everyone else had left but obviously Viktor had stayed. And knowing that it would be just the two of you, you made your move. Now you sat straddling his legs in the dark of his lab, the only source of lighting the faint glow from the hexcore. You cupped his cheek with one hand as the other traced its way down the column of his throat and his chest. You couldn't exactly hear it but you could tell he was breathing heavily with the way his chest slowly rose and fell. He had his hands placed firmly against the small of your back. Your shirt was slightly unbuttoned, giving him a slight view of your cleavage. His tie had come undone and his vest and undershirt were slightly wrinkled. He stared up at you like you were something ethereal. And gods did he want you to kiss him.