her, mouth slightly ajar.
'How the hell did you know that?' he breathed.
'I told you,' she beamed back at him, trying not to laugh. 'I do my homework. I've been waiting to do this for a long time.'
His eyes closed momentarily. Josh slid his hands down his face. His eyes flicked back open, pinning her to the spot.
'Have you any idea how sexy you make mathematical formulae sound?' he growled.
Lucy giggled back shyly, playing with her hair again, biting her lip. He went on staring at her, the look darkening.
'The things I'd like to do to you right now,' he warned her.
'...Josh, it's ten to eight!' Lucy chastised him.
Joshua closed his eyes with a groan.
'I know, I know,' he sighed. 'There'll be an angry little Scotsman hopping up and down in the manifest eleven minutes from now.'
Lucy giggled. His eyes opened, blazing green.
'I love that sound.'
Lucy stopped abruptly. She watched his Adam's apple rise and dip.
'It's your day off tomorrow, isn't it?' she threw out tauntingly.
Joshua nodded back.
'Any plans?' she blinked.
He swallowed again, slowly shaking his head.
'What about the shop?' he murmured.
Lucy grinned.
'Well you'll have to be quiet. I don't want you scaring the customers downstairs. Or Jean,' she said raising her eyebrows.
'I can't,' he sighed, frowning, closing his eyes. 'I'm supposed to be looking after the chickens.'
'Bang up job you've done so far,' Lucy teased him. Josh cut her a look.
'Thanks for that.'
He ran his hand through his hair.
'Stay at mine again,' he coaxed.
'I can't. I've run out of clothes.'
A smile slowly spread across Joshua's lips.
'I've got a washing machine,' he shrugged, flashing a cheeky grin. 'You can do some of mine while you're at it.'
He looked on triumphantly as her stare fell to the footwell, cheeks turning pinker and pinker.
'OK,' Lucy squeaked.
'There's a Sainsbury's down the road. I think they sell clothes,' Josh threw out. 'You know, knickers and stuff...'
Lucy's eyes flickered. His grin spread even wider.
'I'll get some stuff for dinner too,' she offered.
Joshua's eyes flared, the smile sliding.
'I like pie,' he said hopefully.
'I can do pie,' Lucy said, nodding quickly.
He pursed his lips, quirking an eyebrow.
'You know, while that's in the oven,' he ventured, 'maybe you could whip round with a duster?'
Lucy peered up at him.
'...Get stuffed.'
Joshua laughed.
'The place could really do with a vacuum,' he teased.
'You're mean,' she pouted. Joshua shrugged.
'You do realise those were my lucky boxer shorts you pinched.'
Lucy smirked back at him begrudgingly.
'Lucky?'
'Lucky!' he grinned back at her.
'That bloody smile,' she muttered. 'You must get away with murder.'
She watched it suddenly turn shy.
'Ditto, Miss Simkins,' he said quietly, craning his neck. He slid his fingers into her hair, his lips meeting hers, kissing her, all too briefly.
'Come on,' Joshua grumbled, sitting back, knuckles blanching as he grabbed the gearstick, easing her into first. 'We'd better get going. I don't really fancy getting screamed at by Froggy two days on the trot.'
Lucy looked up in surprise.
'Is it really worth hanging around?' Lucy asked dejectedly, staring up at the billowing cloud. She was on her fourth cup of coffee already, groaning inwardly at the idea of battling with her jumpsuit as she paid yet another trip to the ladies.
Lucy followed Froggy's finger to the windsock, hanging limp as a spent condom.
'It's not the cloud ye need to worry about, Simkins. It's that little bastard over there. Cloud burns of in seconds, but y'could be waiting weeks for him to look like that again. I'd say right now, it's looking awfully promising.'
It didn't feel like it. Lucy sighed and opened up her web browser.
easy pie recipes
She'd never made a pie in her life.
'What you looking at?' came a voice in her ear.
Lucy almost jumped out of her skin.
'Nothing!' she squeaked,
'How the hell did you know that?' he breathed.
'I told you,' she beamed back at him, trying not to laugh. 'I do my homework. I've been waiting to do this for a long time.'
His eyes closed momentarily. Josh slid his hands down his face. His eyes flicked back open, pinning her to the spot.
'Have you any idea how sexy you make mathematical formulae sound?' he growled.
Lucy giggled back shyly, playing with her hair again, biting her lip. He went on staring at her, the look darkening.
'The things I'd like to do to you right now,' he warned her.
'...Josh, it's ten to eight!' Lucy chastised him.
Joshua closed his eyes with a groan.
'I know, I know,' he sighed. 'There'll be an angry little Scotsman hopping up and down in the manifest eleven minutes from now.'
Lucy giggled. His eyes opened, blazing green.
'I love that sound.'
Lucy stopped abruptly. She watched his Adam's apple rise and dip.
'It's your day off tomorrow, isn't it?' she threw out tauntingly.
Joshua nodded back.
'Any plans?' she blinked.
He swallowed again, slowly shaking his head.
'What about the shop?' he murmured.
Lucy grinned.
'Well you'll have to be quiet. I don't want you scaring the customers downstairs. Or Jean,' she said raising her eyebrows.
'I can't,' he sighed, frowning, closing his eyes. 'I'm supposed to be looking after the chickens.'
'Bang up job you've done so far,' Lucy teased him. Josh cut her a look.
'Thanks for that.'
He ran his hand through his hair.
'Stay at mine again,' he coaxed.
'I can't. I've run out of clothes.'
A smile slowly spread across Joshua's lips.
'I've got a washing machine,' he shrugged, flashing a cheeky grin. 'You can do some of mine while you're at it.'
He looked on triumphantly as her stare fell to the footwell, cheeks turning pinker and pinker.
'OK,' Lucy squeaked.
'There's a Sainsbury's down the road. I think they sell clothes,' Josh threw out. 'You know, knickers and stuff...'
Lucy's eyes flickered. His grin spread even wider.
'I'll get some stuff for dinner too,' she offered.
Joshua's eyes flared, the smile sliding.
'I like pie,' he said hopefully.
'I can do pie,' Lucy said, nodding quickly.
He pursed his lips, quirking an eyebrow.
'You know, while that's in the oven,' he ventured, 'maybe you could whip round with a duster?'
Lucy peered up at him.
'...Get stuffed.'
Joshua laughed.
'The place could really do with a vacuum,' he teased.
'You're mean,' she pouted. Joshua shrugged.
'You do realise those were my lucky boxer shorts you pinched.'
Lucy smirked back at him begrudgingly.
'Lucky?'
'Lucky!' he grinned back at her.
'That bloody smile,' she muttered. 'You must get away with murder.'
She watched it suddenly turn shy.
'Ditto, Miss Simkins,' he said quietly, craning his neck. He slid his fingers into her hair, his lips meeting hers, kissing her, all too briefly.
'Come on,' Joshua grumbled, sitting back, knuckles blanching as he grabbed the gearstick, easing her into first. 'We'd better get going. I don't really fancy getting screamed at by Froggy two days on the trot.'
Lucy looked up in surprise.
'Is it really worth hanging around?' Lucy asked dejectedly, staring up at the billowing cloud. She was on her fourth cup of coffee already, groaning inwardly at the idea of battling with her jumpsuit as she paid yet another trip to the ladies.
Lucy followed Froggy's finger to the windsock, hanging limp as a spent condom.
'It's not the cloud ye need to worry about, Simkins. It's that little bastard over there. Cloud burns of in seconds, but y'could be waiting weeks for him to look like that again. I'd say right now, it's looking awfully promising.'
It didn't feel like it. Lucy sighed and opened up her web browser.
easy pie recipes
She'd never made a pie in her life.
'What you looking at?' came a voice in her ear.
Lucy almost jumped out of her skin.
'Nothing!' she squeaked,
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