The Perk, Friday

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was working at the Perk today. No, not working as in 'writing a novel in public so people can see him' or 'sitting around, contemplating how terrible his life really was'. He was working as a barista.

How did this happen, one might ask.

Fangirls.

He wasn't seeing anything strange about his new job, sadly. He was just glaring at the milk foamer like it had offended him on some level.

[[OPEN LIKE ALL OPEN THINGS.]]

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Re: Place an Order!

[justlurkinghere]

"And we care," he replied guttural...y. "About each other."

Re: Place an Order!

[wrongkindofsith]

"Deeply," Cara sighed. Caring wasn't the only thing they were going to be doing deeply to each other.

Re: Place an Order!

[justlurkinghere]

His eyes sparked with attraction to her lithe, supple body, unable to look away. "I get off at 3."

AND SO WOULD SHE. YOU SEE? YOU SEE WHAT WE DID THERE?

Re: Place an Order!

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara couldn't resist any longer, she just had to reach over to run her hands along his arms, to feel his hot hard man flesh with bare fingertips, her gloves having apparently vanished along with the counter. "I'm sure you will."

OH, SHE SAW.

Re: Place an Order!

[justlurkinghere]

Derek touched her back, caressing the smooth leathers sexily. He leaned in, so close to kissing her. So. Very. Close. "It's a date."

Re: Place an Order!

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara could all but taste his breath. It tasted of sex and danger and coffee.

"I'll be there." No, you wouldn't, thank the power of overinvested-in-their-OTP fans. "Out the back."

Because that was a totes classy and sexy place to hook up.