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Thread: A Teasing Tug-of-War (Lord Dakol and Mariee)

Unfortunately, Mark wasn't expecting Vanessa to linger about. So when her voice reached his ears and commented about the state of his shirt and her own skirt, he blinked. He decided to respond, at least with some level of cool. It's hot today. Can you blame me for wanting to cool down? Mark replied, shaking his head before he turned around, crossing his arms as he looked at her. Is there something you needed, Miss Hoffmann? If not, I'm in hurry, he lied. His stance told her that he wasn't in a rush Mark just wanted her out of his hair.
Thread: A Teasing Tug-of-War (Lord Dakol and Mariee)

Can you blame me for wanting to hike up my skirt? Vanessa retorted, not skipping a beat. Though she purposely left out why. Shrugging her shoulders at his question, she looked at him. Though this time was to figure out if he actually did need to go, but he wasn't collecting his things. Nor was he moving from his spot, was she bugging him? The thought nearly made her giggle. Well, there is something I want. I'm not necessarily in the stage of needing it yet though. Glancing at the clock, she sighed. Maybe that is best left for now though, since you're in such a 'hurry'.
Thread: A Teasing Tug-of-War (Lord Dakol and Mariee)

Yeah, I can. There's no need for it, Mark shot back, cocking an eyebrow, challenging the young woman before him. Of course, there was always reason for wanting to pull a skirt up and expose underneath, but he would rather not get into that at the moment. Mark narrowed his eyes. What was she talking about? I am... he said, then his eyes went wide, noticing his mistake. At the drop of a hat, he moved towards his desk, grabbing his bag, keys, cellphone. Looking at Vanessa as he neared her, he gestured towards the door, If you please.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Robert Lake was a maintenance man at Union college. His primary assignment was the Graduate Student Library. Ordinarily it was a very quiet place, even more so than most libraries since it was restricted to Grad students, it had little traffic, and what traffic there was were very studious students. Chief among its qualities were the extensive stacks, where rare and valuable books were available to be read by it clientele. Since the books were so valuable they never left the library. Instead, the library included among the stacks 20 small reading rooms equipped with closed doors, a desk and lamp, and reclining chair, as well as high speed internet access. The library was open from 7 am till midnight seven days a week. The maintenance staff arrived at 11 pm and quit at 8 each morning with an hour off for lunch. The work was safe and steady and paid very well. Bob as was printed on his uniform liked his job and did good work. In return, he was liked by everyone. He was 37 years old and had been with the college for 18 years. Earlier that summer, the college had hired a new night shift Librarian, Elizabeth Evans. Everyone called her Liz. She was 27 and had graduated with her masters in Library Science a year ago. Liz was friendly and outgoing and so far was well accepted at the Library. She was not used to the extreme quite of her job though, as she had started out managing a busy college bookstore at the state university, which had very high traffic. The relatively high pay and secure nature of the job, as well as the opportunity to continue her studies we major factors in why she was there. For the past several months, the interaction between Liz and Bob had consisted of Bob saying hello to Liz when he started his day, and his receiving a daily list of needed repairs. This had gone on unchanged for the past 5 months. Things were working out fine. That routine was about to change for the better.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Liz had given her list to Bob and closed up for the night. she walked out of the library and the door closed locking automatically behind her as usual. She walked to her car and reached in her purse for her keys. She didn't have them. Where were they?? she retraced her steps in her mind. She had set them on the counter with her cell phone, picked up her books and....Damn! they were still on the counter and so was her phone! now what? She went back to the library and tried the door. She rattled it but it wouldn't open. She banged hard on the door and suddenly alarm bells sounded everywhere. Before she knew what was happening the police were there. They handcuffed her, and went through her purse. No I.D. ma'am do you have a drivers license? why were you breaking in to the library?
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

She rolled her eyes, standing her full height, hands on her hips, as she looked up at the bruiser of a wanna be police officer. I am not breaking in. I am the night manager of the library, I left my keys on my desk, along with my cell phone. Man , she hated secrutiy, nothing but ranks filled with men, all suffering from small penis syndrome . She dug in her purse looking for a business card. Just please, call the main switchboard, the night janitors should be about, I just need my keys. She handed the sceptical beast her card, which he turned over and back in his hands as if trying to discern its authenticity. He passed it off to his partner, who went through the same motion. Lizs chest heaved under her black scoop neck sweater, a blush creeping up her cheeks as Goon one ran his eyes over her. From her peep toed heels, stocking legs to the modest hem of her pencil skirt and up to her chest. His eyes stopped there, as he spoke. You dont look like any librarian Ive ever seen, does she? He nodded at Goon 2 for agreement, and Liz felt the scathing rake of eyes all over again. She was pretty, she knew it, knew how to accent her good features and hide the not so good ones, but these cretins and yes they looked like they shaved themselves hairless, were starting to prick her nerves. Look, just call them already? Tell them to come to the front door, they can ever bring my phone and my keys. Isnt your mantra protect and serve? You arent doing either one very well right now are you? Her tone was acrid, scathing as she glared at them. And by the way, asshole, eyes she motioned to her breasts with her hand drawing the oafs attention. are up here. She finished haughtily.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

The first officer had his handcuffs out and was ready to use them when Bob reached the front door. Opening it he called out Liz! what the hell is going on? Seeing the police he said is there a problem officer? Why do you have our librarian in cuffs? The two officers looked sheepishly at each other, then one said, How do i know you aren't her accomplice? Bob now annoyed said simply check my ID asshole... i mean officer.. Don't you boys have somethin' better to do? Arresting the library manager wont look good on your record. Now why don't you just take your cuffs and run along. He escorted Liz into the building and quickly locked the door before the cops could mount an argument. You were in a bit of trouble there weren't you? He said to Liz as they walked back to her desk. Its a good thing I wasn't scrubbing floors. The machine makes so much noise I'd never have heard the alarm. He'd never seen Liz so upset and flustered. Her face was flushed, and her hair down and she had been a regular wildcat out there. Not the demure Librarian he greeted every day. He got her her keys, wallet, and phone and walked her to her car. they stopped for a moment before she got in and got better aquainted.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Liz was still vibrating from the adrenaline running through her system, as she walked with Bob to get her keys and phone. Yes, it was not going well. I hate misogynistic, self righteous, arrogant assholes. Which unfortunately seem to be the cream of the crop for wannabe cops. She took a deep breath, her chest filling her sweater nicely and holding it for a moment, before releasing it, long and slow, her eyes closed, centering herself. All right, Im sorry, she chuckled softly. Nothing gets me more upset than dealing with arrogant morons. Do you mind, walking me to my car? I dont want to run into Dumb and Dumber while in the parkade. She smiled at Bob, her temper cooling. They walked in silence to her hatchback coupe. She turned to look at him, placing her hand on his arm. Thank you again for rescuing me, I bet that kind of drama doesnt happen here often. She looked up at him, blushing slightly before taking her hand back. She was grateful , the events of the evening casting a heros glow over this understated gent, who shed barely even known. She wondered if he made a habit of rescuing girls.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

The next day as Bob stopped by Liz's station on the way to pick up his list, he handed her a small package wrapped in gold paper and gave her a wink. Liz looked stunned when he handed her the small box. Good he thought I surprised her He picked up is folder and headed to his work room smiling, thinking about the previous night made him chuckle, it really was humorous, though not for Liz at the time. He opened his folder and there were the usual things desk lamp out, water fountain leaks, cracked window pain 3rd level, but one item caught his eye No power in reading room 7. NO power??? thats odd he thought. He went to the basement and checked the breaker. The power was on. What was going on? he thought. He went back up to room 7. It was totally dark, he flipped the light switch. Nothing he took out his flashlight and scanned the room. Everything seemed normal. Then his light caught a glimps of a small piece of Gold paper on the desk and something white with purple polkadots. Earlier at her desk Liz looked at the box a moment then opened it. Inside she found A magnetic key holder and something wrapped in tissue paper. She carefully opened the paper and found a small gold chain with a locket. Inside the locket was a phone number. There was a note with the key box. In case I'm not there to help. I enjoyed our talk last night. You brightened my day!
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Liz, was shocked at the gift from Bob. It was thoughtful, and too much, by far too much. Yes, she had had fun talking as they stood outside her car talking. He had, throughout the course of the conversation reminded her of a knight of old. Chivalrous and brave, yet doomed to roam alone, forever misunderstood and misguided. She smiled softly. She was flattered he had made such a gesture. She closed the box and moved to put it into the small bag she had bought before coming to work. She frowned. The small gold bag, with the gold tissue was not in her bottom drawer, locked with her purse, like it should have been. Liz closed the drawer, locking it again, her keys hanging from a delicately beaded chain about her neck sitting perfectly in the open v neck of her button up shirt. She stood, catching her reflection. Her outfit today was a smartly put together beige suit, with cuffed dress pants and tailored jacket, sitting over a soft lavender collared shirt, open to just above her cleavage, right where her keys landed. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she went looking. That little bag had cost her a fortune. She retraced her steps earlier and finally came to reading room 7. It had to be here, as she staved down her panic. She opened the door, finding it unlocked. And walked in to Bob, holding his flashlight, about to peer into the little parcel. She leaned in the door way, arms folded just under her chest, watching him, smiling. Wasnt he going to be surprised when he pulled a little purple and white poke-a-dotted hippo from it, with a small golden ring around its neck. Given the look of anticipation on his face, he was hoping it some something else. She bit her lip as she watched him raid the parcel, the look of earth shattering disappointment, made her laugh and reveal herself. Expecting to find something else? Like a thong, or a bra? She laughed, sailing into the room, and taking the package from him. Its for my niece, her fifth birthday is tomorrow, and she loves hippos, and rings, like her Auntie. Her fingers brushed his as she accepted the parcel, putting it back together. She paused, leaning in to him, she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. And my thong is black and purple poke-a-dots, She smiled as she walked from the room. She shouldnt have teased him, but he left himself open with that look of longing lust. Liz made her way back to the desk, locking her present up tight, and opening her laptop to pull reports and purchasing requests, still smiling at being such a tease.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

As Bob stood alone in the dark room he was puzzled. Had she left this as a trap? He didnt know how to feel. She almost seemed indignant, but what had he done? But then why had she told him about her thong? It didnt make sense. He shook his head and went about finding out why it was the lights didnt work. One by one he checked the fixtures. Each one had an unscrewed bulb. Someone had done this deliberately. Grad students werent big on pranks, He was determined to find out who and why. He didnt bother with Campus police, he knew they were worthless . Bob checked the rest of the room and checked this item off the maintenance list, then went about his business. As he was sweeping the main floor he passed Lizs desk. She was packing up to go home. He couldnt help but look as she was bent over at that locked drawer, her thin beige slacks were pulled tight across her shapely bottom.No panty-line at all. She was either wearing a thong or he shook his head at the thought. Nothing at all under her slacks. As she stood up he smiled and gave her a wave and said night Liz dont forget your keys! It was three or four minutes later when an awful thought occurred to him. Someone was after Liz. No one would be after him, and why else darken a room in the graduate library. He dropped his broom, and grabbed a large wrench from his closet. He followed quietly behind Liz as she left the building. He watched from a distance as she walked to her car and reached inside her blouse to retrieve her keys. Just then a flashlight came on a few feet away. It was focused on the front of her blouse. Bob couldnt see for sure but it looked like a campus cop. He came a little closer and waited within earshot as the young cop one of the two from the previous night started to question her. Was she alone? Was there anything he could do for her? He could hear the snarl in the cops voice and the fear in Lizs still he waited until the cop told her to open the back door and lie down on the seat, and drew his gun. As Liz, hands shaking, fumbled with her keys, Bob crept up and lowered his wrench on the cops wrist. The gun went flying and the cop ran. Bob stationed his 62 frame between Liz and the cop. He stood there till the cop as out of sight. He turned to her and gently asked. Are you alright?
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Liz started as she stood from locking the drawer. Seeing his slight smile, she laughed internally. She knew where his eyes had been, and what they had not found. She shook her keys at him. Thanks, hun, I got em. See you tomorrow night! She waved still mildly amused at the obvious flirtation and tension that seemed to be building between them. She shook her head. Shed always been a flirt and a closet tease, but she knew when to let things go. But the fun she was having at this moment was worth the risk of whatever would come of it. Walking to her car, she was oblivious to the shadow following her, until the flash light lived up to its name and flashed in her eyes. She could feel the heat of the beam of light resting right above the opening of her shirt. She recognized the voice from last nights adventure. Wheres your buddy? Thought it was more manly to go one on one? And aside from that, I am not answering your questions jackass. The swear had died on her lips as the Rent-a-cop demanded she open her car and lay down on the back seat, and took his piece out to enforce it. She nearly dropped her keys as she fumbled to hit the button for the remote entry. Opening the door she scanned the inside, looking for something to attack him with. There was no way this goon was going to take a piece of her ass without a fight. She paused waiting for him to position himself, then planning to land a well placed heel to the groin, but she heard the sickening whack of metal on flesh first, and the clatter of the gun being dropped on the floor. She looked up from her position to see Bob, standing at the door of her car, blocking her safely in, as though he was guardian of the most prized treasure in Atlantis. Thank you, she said softly, indebt to him now for two rescues.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Are you alright? he repeated this time a bit more urgently. After confirming she was, he said I'm going to find the gun. Wait here, I'll drive you to the city police station in just a minute. Leaving with flashlight in hand. He was back in a minute, the gun safely suspended from his ball point pen. Come on, we have to report this now! Bob got in her car and took her keys, before leaving he called the police station and warned them they were coming and why. When they arrived they found the cop there ahead of them claiming he was the victim. Arrest them, he demanded. Bob remained calm and took out his cell phone. You mind explaining this? he asked, as he played the video for everyone in the room. There was the cop gun drawn on an unarmed Liz as she fumbled with her keys. We'll need that, the lieutenant said as his partner cuffed the campus cop. You screwed up boy, was all he said looking at the campus policeman with disgust. you two are free to go an officer will be by the library tomorrow to get your statements Were only both there from eleven to midnight. Bob said.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Liz had wanted to protest, she didnt want the hassle of reporting the rent a cop, but Bob was in charge, and the urgency he seemed to exude overrode her doubts. When they walked into the station, seeing the goon, nearly made her puke. It was Bobs arm about her waist that tethered her to a safe here and now, none where someone would have to go through him first, before hes let anyone take her from him. Liz shivered, as she heard the scratchy audio on the video. He had been ready to rape her. The thought sent fireballs of white light through her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to avoid passing out. She heard Bob answer for her that tomorrow they would be together for only an hour. She nodded vaguely agreeing with the statement. She had to shake her head twice to make sense of his next sting of words, he repeated himself, slower looking into her eyes. She blinked clarifying them. Yes, I would appreciate it if you drove me home. Ill clear it with the library tomorrow, but I would really like that. I dont really feel up to negotiating traffic. She offered a weak smile, still fighting the urge to let the flashing lights claim her into darkness.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

As Bob started walking Liz out of the police station, she slumped in his arms. Before she could fall he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her out to her car. He sat her in the passenger seat and belted her in. Then he got in and looked through her purse for her drivers license. Finding it he got her address and took her home. He pulled in the driveway, got out and went to the front door. Searching through her many keys, he finally got the door open. He went back to the car and picked her up and carried her in. Looking for the bedroom, he eventually found it and laid her on the bed. Taking off her jacket and shoes, he pulled a blanket over her, and turned out the light. He went downstairs to close the car door and front door. He was on his way back to the house when he heard a scream. He ran to the bedroom to find her standing in the middle of the bed terrified and screaming. When she saw him she ran and cowered between him and the wall. He turned to her and offered a hug which she accepted willingly and stood there sobbing in his arms. Bob was taken aback by this unusual behavior, but realized she had just experience a traumatic situation. He simply held her and let her cry it out. After 15 minutes or so of shuddering tears she looked up at him with tired eyes, and said .
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Liz knew something wasn't quiet right about the situation this evening, It had bothered her on some rote level that the partners in goon-dom had separated. She kept trying to run the scenario though her mind, tying to find the piece that was niggling in the back of it. The sharp sound of the door closing had jostled her rattled mind causing the scream, which in her ears had sounded stifled, but given the way Bob burst into her room, was obviously louder than intended. She was grateful for the pair of strong arms wrapped about her, but humiliated too. She was not this weak girl, he seemed to have been introduced to over the last two nights. She took a deep steadying breath, and pulled herself together, and back out of his embrace. She smiled meekly, her lips moving, but not quite touching her eyes. Thank you for everything, for last night, for tonight. She looked away and gave a self depreciating snort of a laugh. I am starting to think I need to pay you a retainer for being my own personal superhero. With that last bit she looked up at him, the smile, teasing in the light of softly lit room, clearly touching the corners of her eyes, making them look devilishly mischievous.
Thread: Evenings at the Library (for Wolvenrogue and PickleChiffonPie)

Bob smiled at her, though he was still a bit shocked at her rapid changes in behavior. One moment she was a spitfire, the next she was sobbing , apparently frightened, on his shoulder . The next she was mischievous prankster. He had no idea what to make of her. He just knew that he was irresistibly intrigued, certain that she was still in danger from the campus police goons, and committed to prevent anything from happening. Not on his watch! are you all right? He looked her straight in the eyes with a genuinely concerned expression. Maybe I should stick around in case the other Neanderthal decides to show up? He was a pretty big boy as I remember, and besides he carries a sidearm he looked at her trying to decide which of the three girls he had just met was in control. He didnt want to offend her, but one way or another no harm would come to her this night. How about I camp out on the couch downstairs. Im used to being up at this hour. You get a good nights sleep.