Kissin' in the Crow and Gull Garage
A Texas AU B-Plot Story
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Turvi deepened the kiss, backing her up until her backside bumped into some piece of furniture. He pulled back just enough to bend down and lift her up onto what turned out to be a desk. She sat and parted her legs so he could stand closer. He leaned in, putting one hand on either side of her on the tabletop, and inhaled deeply at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, mouthing a kiss. She shuddered and threaded her hands into his hair.
"You smell like engine oil."
"Fenharel’s teeth, Turvi, that is not sexy," she complained, giving his hair a firm tug. He laughed as she tilted his head back.
"But it is to me," he grinned, trying to go back for her neck. She stopped him again, and pulled him up for a kiss instead.
"You're a mechanic. Are you just turned on constantly?"
"With you around? Of course," he grinned.
"You're the worst," she scoffed, trying to push him away, which only made him laugh more.
"And you love it," he said, leaning back into her neck, lavishing it with wet, open mouthed kisses. She was momentarily rendered speechless as she threaded her hands back into his hair at his nape. Turvi was happily basking in the sound of a soft moan and the way she tilted her head to give him better access when he thought he head the sound of a car door closing.
"What was that?" He asked, straightening.
"Nothing, stop being so paranoid. It should just be us here for the rest of the afternoon. Now come back here," she said as she pulled him back in for another kiss. He was determined to draw another moan from her as he kneaded her ass, when the door the office opened.
"Makers breath! I know we're equal partners but this is not your personal make out space. This is the office to our business. And I asked you not to bring ladies in here!" Zalan huffed, clearly irritated with the situation he walked in on.
Turvi didn't move, just closed his eyes. This wasn't going to end well.
"Good thing I'm not a lady then!" The woman perched on the desk said, leaning around him and waving cheekily at Zalan.
"Ilene?" Zalan managed to choke out. "I thought you had higher standards than this," he said as he gestured towards Turvi. He was in his coveralls, though they were unzipped to his navel and the arms were tied around his waist.
"What? He's cute and a great kisser," she said.
"Aw, not because of my guns?" Turvi said and flexed one imporesive bicep.
Zalan pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. "Why her? There are so many other women in town that aren't my sister."
"Hey now, I'm a gentleman! I always make sure she comes first when we—" Turvi wasn't able to finish his sentence, as Zalan's fist connected squarely with his jaw.
Turvi stumbled back, bent over slightly.
"Zalan!" Ilene yelled, jumping off the desk and putting her hands on her hips. "You can't just punch every person I kiss!"
"But did it have to be him?" Zalan yelled back.
