LITTLE LADY
LEE MINHYUNG
Prologue: Taking your grandma’s old car to the mechanic can offer you some fun, all you have to do is to just drop hints
Genre: Suggestive + Car mechanic Mark
Wordcount: 951
Prompt: "All you get is me. I can’t promise you more than that."
Warnings: Suggestive content [ body descriptions ]
"I recall going to the movies with your grandfather every Saturday night back in our younger days. This car has witnessed all our good and bad times." Your grandmother gushed about the old, red convertible. It sure would have been opulent in its day, but it now only qualified as vintage.
You entered it and examined its state; some pieces were rusty, while others were dusty. All you could hope for was for this vehicle to function at all until it arrived at the mechanic. It would not have been pleasant to be stranded on the streets of this small town with a car that had broken down.
It took you a decent amount of time to reach the only garage in this little town. It wasn't too fancy, standing right at the corner of a street, with a few men working with greased tools, sweating, dressed in grey overalls. This place oddly smelled of gasoline and oil, rather musty.
One of the guys approached you and your vintage red convertible, 'Little Lady', the way your grandparents preferred it. But it seemed as if it was not the time to be focusing on the Little Lady, but on the man that stood right in front of you.
He looked to be in his early twenties, and his sweat-soaked hair was held back by a black headband to keep it from streaming over his face. His clothing, an overall with no shirt inside, was the only thing that covered his torso. His arms were already toned, and the mechanical activities he did here simply added to that. It was not the right time to be thinking about a silly automobile.
"How can I help you?" He asked, his gaze piercing straight into yours, a little smile taking over his face. "Excuse me?" He waved his hand on receiving no response from you.
"Umm. Yeah. Hello. I need you to, this Little Lady, fix it." Words undoubtedly came out of your mouth, but perhaps the brain was not involved, because you blurted them out without thinking, leading the guy to smile, which he concealed with a pursed mouth.
"This car." You drew a nod from him by pointing. He took a step forward and bent to inspect the vehicle. It was deep enough for your sight to peep under his baggy clothing. He was sweating till as far as your eyes could reach. His abdomen muscles were impressive, and so was his chest. The belt of his Calvin Kleins acted like the icing on the cake.
"Thirty minutes." He got back up. "You could leave it here and collect it back, or you could-"
"I'll wait, yeah." You spoke before he finished his sentence. This man was driving you crazy.
A few minutes later, you were sitting on the chair, the only one in the garage that seemed decent enough to place your butt on. Maybe it was not often that the customers stopped by and waited. But you had to wait because, firstly, there was no way you could drive back and secondly, and more importantly, you were not by any chance going to miss this eye candy.
It was not your fault entirely. You could not even remember the last time you got decently laid, and certainly not ever since you had been in your grandma's town. "When possibilities present themselves, seize them." That's what everyone teaches, and you were preaching it right here.
When your attention returned to the man, he was absorbed in his work, completely oblivious to how desperate he was making you feel. If it had been up to you, you would have rushed towards him, ripped his clothes to shreds, and dragged him closer. However, you were never in charge of your own life.
"Mark, pass me the air jack, mate." Someone voiced from the other side. Mark. His name was Mark.
It was manageable right before he started working on the other side, bending again, as if simply standing was not enough, this time giving you the view from the back. Maybe you were jealous, his ass game was way better than yours, you were too engrossed in staring at it, taking no notice of the time.
Shit! You mentally cursed yourself, there he caught you. He looked at you with a questionable eye and his mouth was left open. On the other hand, you had an inexplicable expression on your face.
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The garage was empty now, all the other men that had been working had left for their meals already, leaving only the Mark guy working alone.
You reached back to the car, where Mark was working. "You promised me this car in about thirty minutes." You inquired as you leaned against the Little Lady. The query was more of a pretext to speak with him.
"All you get is me. I can’t promise you more than that." Mark reverted back, with a smirk on his face. Was he flirting right now? Or was he just making fun of you for acting so needy and dropping all the hints?
"There you go." He handed the keys back to you. Grabbing your wrist and placing the metal keys onto your palm.
Normally, it would have taken less than five seconds for this act, but Mark was deliberately slower, brushing his fingers, tracing them from all the way to your palm to the tip of your fingers, maintaining incessant eye contact. His eyes were dark, and they were filled with lust, much like yours.
Little Lady must have seen the highs and lows of life and romantic movie dates, but there was still some filthy experience it lacked. You and Mark fulfilled it that afternoon.
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