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He shut off the light, exited his office. It had been a tiring day. As he started to make his exit, past a small hallway, he saw you asleep at your desk. There was no one else but him and you here.
The others had left for the day but you had apparently overworked yourself. True to what he asked of you. To do better. In truth, you were a hard worker, Coriolanus thought, but it was always a good idea to push one's best assets. And it wouldn't hurt to see what made you tick.
Briefly he thought of waking you to scold you, but he didn't dare. He found himself approaching you slowly so as not to wake you. You looked so relaxed and peaceful, it would be a sin to wake you, he thought. Your arms were folded beside the keyboard, nesting your face. You were resting on your left, so the right side of your face and neck were exposed, only covered slightly by the hair falling into your face.
Testing the waters, he slowly slid away the notebook which was halfway tucked under your arm. To his delight, you didn't move. He carelessly looked through it, then shut it closed and placed it next to you. You remained still and asleep. He grew bolder then.
He ran the lock of hair by your face between his index and middle finger, reveling in its texture. Then he tucked it behind your ear, and gently tucked the rest over your shoulder. He heard your sharp intake of breath then, but you didn't stir otherwise.
His eyes wandered to your neck, collarbone and the first button of your blouse, then to your lips. Curious to see how much he could get away with, he gently placed his thumb on your jaw and caressed it. Then he traced a line down the side of your neck and swiped your collarbone, the skin there warm and welcoming.
He wondered what soap you used, if you used lotion on your skin. He leaned in just inches from the side of your neck, before closing his eyes and inhaling the scent - something like flowers and mint.
He wasn't sure where he was going with this or why he even started. He lowered his eyes to the first button on your blouse again wondering if you would notice...
When he reached for it, you let out a sound like a small moan, and your brows were furrowed and upset, dimpling at the sides. Coriolanus smirked and retreated immediately before you opened your eyes. He folded his arms behind his back as he stood up straight, watching you stretch slightly and sit up, still awakening.
"God...what time is it..." you said to yourself, rubbing your temples.
"It's 7," he said, raising his eyebrows. "P.m."
You obviously had just come to terms with his presence. You stilled a moment in surprise but recovered quickly, adjusting your clothes.
"Sorry. I don't know what happened," you mumbled, rushing to gather your things. "I'll be out of your way, Mr. Snow."
"It's alright. Do you need a ride home?"
"No, thank you," you smiled at him, taking in his handsome but somewhat uncanny polished appearance.
"Are you sure?"
You nodded.
"Goodnight, Mr. Snow."
That day you left with the sickest feeling of wanting to be touched. And it didn't help that the last person you had seen was him. You weren't sure why he even affected you so much. You shrugged it off and took a cold shower, and tried to distract yourself from it the rest of the night.