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Linnaea ~ Sigyn (delicatefire) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-11-10 21:15:00

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loki, sigyn

There will NOT be love in an elevator.
Who: Naea and Zio
What: The elevator has some weird ideas about Naea and Zio spending some time together.
Where: The elevator, silly.
When: Wednesday evening.
Warnings: A swear word! And some falling down, but nothing overly exotic.
Notes: All Naea was trying to do is go to the market...

So, she was out of eggs. And butter. And the really good tofu that she would pair with that crazy Miso recipe that she picked up from a dude in Chinatown, of all places. Naea hated shopping for the most part, so just doing it when the cupboards and fridge were bare at least saved her the headache of getting run over by mothers with full shopping carts and people who rode those power chair carts and would catch her heel in the checkout.

Any other day, Naea was all about the stairs, but she was nursing her dumb knee that decided to get hurt when she slipped on a wet floor at work while closing. It was her own fault and she decided to keep it to herself rather than deal with the worker's comp paperwork, so the elevator was the carrier today. Less stairs to deal with=faster healing.

She pushed the button for the lobby and waited patiently while the crazy contraption took her up, up, up. Either someone had pushed the button before she got inside or it was starting to freak out on her like it had David. Sighing softly, Naea folded her hands in front of her, bag slung over her shoulder and waited to see who would step inside.

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work_of_art
2010-12-01 05:03 am UTC (link)

Zio watched her for a few more minutes and his dark eyes searched over her face, looking for something that he could not quite put his finger on. This was starting to goad his temper and he tried to focus on the charming color of her blush in an effort to push it aside; that worked for approximately half a second until he realized that the rising pink at her cheeks was downright adorable. To fight the unsettling urges and the new flare of anger at his loss of control, he cast his eyes around the elevator. His phone had spun out of his hand at her landing and rested in a distant corner.

"Let's check those bars," he announced abruptly. With a slight heave, he pushed himself upright and stretched to his full height. He barely glanced at Naea again as he strode to the corner and bent to snatch up his phone. Standing still, he stared down at the little digital display for a moment before giving his head a quick shake. He felt full of cobwebs and indecision; he had to get this elevator started again so he could go about his business. He glanced at her briefly. "Cross your fingers, Miss Benson." He had managed to soften his voice again and he sounded as he did before the mishap. He smiled faintly and began dialing.

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delicatefire
2010-12-01 06:06 am UTC (link)

She wanted to cry. Naea wanted to bury her face into her legs and just let it all out. She didn't know the reason; Linnaea never allowed herself to cry if she could help it and especially not in front of others. Pierce had been there when her father died, when she didn't know what else to do but cry. Not a lick of any of what she was currently feeling made sense and didn't piece together at all. There wasn't anything about her experience with Zio that would warrant the punch of want right in her chest--it lingered heavily.

Pulling herself together mentally before she lifted her face to look up at him, she nodded and found something of a smile herself. Naea's gaze lingered a little longer than normal. It was as though she were trying to figure out what it was about him that made her feel the way she currently was. He seemed a little shaken up, but she didn't quite believe it was anything other than her disrupting his perfectly ironed shirt with her grabbing him on the way down. "It's what I do."

Just as his dialing finger hit 'Send', the elevator car jerked to life and began its journey to the lobby as though it had never stopped. Naea blinked, blue eyes wide as she looked from the number of floors going down over to Zio. She sat on the floor until she knew that the thing was actually going to make it to where they were trying to get to in the first place. No sense in standing when you'd just have to set yourself back down. "Well, fucking A," she muttered.

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work_of_art
2010-12-02 05:12 am UTC (link)

"Indeed," Zio agreed softly. Then he canceled the call and slipped the phone back into its holster on his belt. The elevator was moving rapidly now and he estimated the enforced interaction would end within a couple of minutes. Some part of him felt a loss at the notion but the rest of him sighed in relief. This strange little encounter could be put behind them both and he could settle back into how the world really worked.

Though it was also unnerving how neatly she had pegged his information sources. The little waitress had far more brains than her co-workers. He would have to remember that.

Catching himself staring at her lips, Zio gave his head a little shake and turned to study the panel of buttons once more. The mechanics were distracting, soothing. "I'll see if I can't report this malfunctioning piece of junk to the owners later," he commented. "I'd hate for anyone else to get trapped." He looked back over his shoulder and smiled warmly at her, feeling in control again. "Not everyone can have the luck I had when it comes to company."

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delicatefire
2010-12-02 05:47 am UTC (link)

Somewhere around the second floor, after wiggling the sleepy pins and needles from her ass and legs, Naea finally decided to stand up, bag in hand and wait for the doors to open. She wouldn't be taking the faster route anymore. Knee be damned.

Much as she hated to admit it to herself, the situation hadn't been all bad. Except for the last part where her leg decided to completely betray her and practically toss her into Zio's lap. Linnaea looked straight at the doors as she felt the flush rise in her cheeks again while she remembered his hot breath and that sensation he left her with. It was then she decided that she would resume her way of avoiding him like The Plague.

So why was it that some part of her didn't really want that to happen?

"Not everyone can have the luck I had when it comes to company." A smirk, a shrug and a readjusting of her bag. "You have no idea."

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work_of_art
2010-12-02 07:37 am UTC (link)

Zio opted not to answer and instead focused on gathering his bag and thoughts. Then he moved to stand beside the panel of buttons so that, when the elevator finally touched down with a slight bump, he could press his forefinger hard on the doors-open button. They slid open and held at his command and he looked over his shoulder at Naea. "I'll hold them while you get out," he offered. "Be careful of that knee."

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delicatefire
2010-12-02 07:44 am UTC (link)

"I'll do that." Naea flashed something of a smile, murmured something of a thanks and stepped out of the elevator smoothly. It's amazing how fast you don't end up on the floor when your leg isn't asleep. She waited a moment for him to step out. "Well, I must say you made being trapped in an elevator less boring. Take it easy, yeah?" She really didn't want to dwell on much else. Best to let that boat sail.

Naea being Naea, smiled sweetly without her brain really acknowledging it, took a moment longer than she should have to look him over once more. What was wrong with her?

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work_of_art
2010-12-03 05:57 am UTC (link)

Nodding warmly, Zio rewarded her smile with one of his own - less sweet but carefully friendly. "I'll do that. I'll also try to keep that compliment from going to my head." He stepped from the elevator and the doors slid shut behind him in silence. Then he shouldered his bag and lifted his free hand to scrape back through his hair. He tilted his head and his expression had shifted to wry in the brief moment of silence. "I might as well warn you now," he added, "that I'm going to be in the area of Newton's on Friday so I might end up eating there. Just in case you want to call in dead and encourage Christy to go on a long vacation. Whatever you like."

Dark eyes laughing now, Zio ducked his head in a slight bow that allowed him to hide his sudden smirk. "Have a good day, Miss Benson. Maybe I'll see you around." Then, with that, he pivoted on his heel and strode past her, through the lobby, and out the front doors of Pax into the sunshine.

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delicatefire
2010-12-03 06:50 am UTC (link)

Wasn't he just delightful. Watching out for her and whatnot. Maybe she should work on Friday (which she was going to--schedule and all that) and maybe she would let Christy "Pleasepleasepleaseletmetakeyourtableomghe'ssogoddamnedhotpleaseNaea!" take that table. And maybe it might annoy her the next time he came in and Christy wanted to shove her tits in his face.

Naea blinked after him. "Yeah," she replied as she watched him walk away, her voice something akin to a library voice. "Maybe."

Shaking herself out of whatever her mind decided was more important to think about, she finally begins her journey out the door and down to the farmer's market before hitting up the regular grocery for milk.

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