mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-01-12 20:23:00 |
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She'd been working far too long. In fact, she hadn't even went home last night. She'd just slept a few hours where she could squeeze it in and gotten straight back to work. She didn't have to work like this, she was choosing to. Something about the episode with Brian yesterday had left her - unsettled - and she had no idea why. Working kept her mind off of it. Mostly.
Rubbing at one bleary eye, she rested her forehead against her palm and contemplated catching another hour. She contemplated so hard that her eyes closed invouluntarily and she was sleeping...
She wasn't sleeping, she was standing. Over Brian. At a piano?
He sat gracefully, large body bent over the keys as large hands moved over the keys. From her place by the piano she could see the thickness of his hair, the breadth of his shoulders, and it was... Stunning. He was beautiful, and she wondered why she'd never noticed that before.
The music was beautiful too. "Moonlight Sonata", maybe? It reminded her of her mother and her hands closed tigher around something thin and flat and hard in her hands. A ... Ruler?
As if he'd just noticed the ruler in her hands he looked up at her and his fingers faltered over the keys, hitting the wrong note. Without thinking her hand snapped out and brought the ruler down on one of his large hands.
He looked up at her, shock all over his face, but no anger.
"Again," she said in a husky voice that didn't sound like her. And he started to play. She noticed the way he watched her out of the corner of his eye, and the next time he messed up, she knew it was on purpose.
Her hand shot out again, this time to the hand she'd left alone.
*WHACK!*
And so it began.
"Again, Mr. Johnson."
*WHACK!*
"Louder, Mr. Johnson."
*WHACK!*
"Look at me, Mr. Johnson."
And he did, eyes bright and face slightly flushed with what she knew wasn't pain or embarassment or anything else she should expect.
He liked it. Looking into his eyes, she whacked his hand again.
Kate sat up at her desk, her face bright red and her body feeling hot all over in the way it had in the lab with Brian yesterday. She was embarassed. And embarassingly...
She looked down at herself like she could see through the fabric of her pants and thought about going to see her therapist again. This was crazy, right? He was her assistant.
She stood and went to the bathroom, splashing her face with cold water and looking at herself for a long time in the mirror.
"Get it together, Kate. He's probably not even old enough to drink," she muttred to herself as she dried her face and decided to put it all firmly from her mind.