Let's Make Up

Caramel

It was Monday morning and Molly was getting ready for work. She mostly owned black clothing which she hoped would still be fine and not come across as too brooding if she had to try and acquaint herself with her coworkers and try to actually meet people. Even when she had been with Julien, where there were parties to attend and it seemed everyone knew her name, she wasn't great at holding their energy.

This is why John is easy to be around, She thought, but stopped herself immediately as she convinced herself, half heartedly, that she wasn't going to think about him or how he took them to the lake instead of taking her around town. They shared such a sweet moment together in the car and then he drove out of town, through some forested area, and to a stretch of lake shore. They hadn't gotten out for a long time, just looked out the window until John asked if she wanted to go for a walk. He held her hand and lead her to the end of the dock where they stood together silently. It had felt even more peaceful to her than laying in John's arms, and she hoped that despite their weird relationship, that they'd be able to go there together again some time.

Molly packed them some sandwiches for lunch with the last of her farmer's market food and John came downstairs with his hair loosely combed back, wearing a medium grey jacket that looked like it was made from a thicker, almost woolly, material with some contrasting brown leather elbow patches. He paired it with dark grey slacks, a white shirt and a slim black tie. He had a good build and when he wore the right clothing, he was even more attractive. He still hadn't shaved yet and Molly wondered if that was because of the comments she made about his facial and body hair all weekend. She drank him in and he smiled as he caught her stare.

"This is a very old jacket, but I recently found out that elbow patches are back when I went out to the tailor for some mending." John said while lifting his elbow. "Funny how things go in cycles. I've never been big on fashion, however. Hopefully I look alright."

"You look really sharp." She told him.

He felt a surge of confidence and knew that he was influenced a lot by the effort he saw Molly put in. He figured he would need to hold on to that feeling to get him through the day.

"You know, along with cooking, I'm also good at sewing. Next time you need something fixed up, you can always just ask me instead of having to pay for it. I had a lot of hands on experience with fixing wardrobe for the people on set." She told him.

He shook his head.

"So you cook and bake, sing, sew, do makeup, have a real education and, well, you're... very easy on the eyes." John said with a flirtatious smirk. "Can you do magic also?"

"Well, I gotta keep some secrets, right?" She replied, blushing and following him out to the car while wondering why he seemed to be in a good mood.

John went to a drive thru and picked up breakfast for them both, as well as a fancy caramel coffee that Molly showed interest in.

"How is it?" He asked as she occasionally sipped at it.

"It's really sweet, I tend to just drink my coffee black but it's taking me back to a past life."

John curled his lip disappointedly, thinking she meant that when she was with Julien, they'd be the typical city people who only drank bastardized coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar, but would use those annoying sayings of 'I can't start my day without coffee' or 'first coffee then talkee' as if they actually needed the very miniscule amount of caffeine in amongst all the flavoring. He wasn't entirely sure if he was actually feeling elitist about regular coffee or just jealous at the idea that she could be remembering a time with her ex.

"My dad really likes caramel." She said, abruptly, "When I was a kid I hated it and would only go for chocolate stuff and couldn't understand why old people preferred caramel. Who knew I'd eventually turn into that type of old person as well."

She was one of those people who pronounced it as 'car-mull' instead of 'care-ah-mel' and it came as a surprise to John because she had no other signs of an accent or irregular affectations when she spoke.

"Did you know the only difference between caramel and butterscotch is the sugar?" She continued, "Butterscotch is made the exact same way caramel is, only it uses brown sugar instead of white sugar. It's a little darker and is less sweet."

John was smiling while listening to her go on about it and was glad that the coffee didn't make her reminiscent about Julien. He liked the way her eyes lit up as she went on about a subject that she had interest in. Even though he didn't know the first thing about baking, he wanted to hear her talk more about it, just so he could see her hold some passion.

"I suppose you know this because you like to cook right? I feel like I missed out, you didn't bake me anything."

"Ugh I really wanted to make that chocolate tart we saw but the market didn't have raspberries." She explained.

"Hmm, that just sounds like an excuse." John replied, still smiling. "Let's go in."

They were already parked at the office and the first car there. Molly wondered if it was really important for him to get there early or if he maybe just wanted to avoid the morning small talk that would inevitably happen if coworkers were around.

They got in and Fred was already there, unlocking the doors for them.

"Good morning, Fred." Molly greeted him, "Where do you park? I thought Johnny and I were the only people here."

He glanced over at John upon hearing Molly use the nickname. John kept a straight face but thought he'd remind her to just address him as 'John', especially while at work.

"Good morning, Miss.Green! You know, I just walk to work. I'm just a skip, hop, and a jump away, I even got time to smell the flowers on the way over and pick them for my old lady on the way back home." Fred explained to her enthusiastically.

"That must keep you very fit!" She replied.

"Oh sure, that too." He laughed, happily. "Have a good one!" Fred told her as he turned to lock the door behind them.

Molly waved and followed John to the back, stopping occasionally with him as he flicked on some light switches on their route. When they reached their office, John started getting settled. He turned on his computer, sat down to eat the breakfast he got, and told Molly to not call him Johnny while at work.

"So it's alright outside of work, Mr.Acker?" She asked in a sultry sounding tease.

He eyed her sternly, knowing she was trying to get a rise out of him.

"You are such a bad influence."

"I am?" Molly said with surprise.

She met his eyes as he sighed and spoke softly with a change of heart. "It doesn't matter if you call me John or Johnny. The fact that you're calling me anything is enough for me. Why do you think I haven't stopped flirting with you yet?"

She smiled but felt flustered by his genuine sounding tone.

He was quiet except for the brown paper wrapper on his sandwich that he was trying to take off.

"You know... I never did get to ask about another tattoo..."

"Is this very appropriate to be talking about...Mr.Acker?" She asked while squeezing her legs together tightly to try and fight the tingle of getting turned on. She was remembering the last time he asked and how it lead to such intimate pleasure before.

John watched her squirm in her seat and felt high on himself to get such a quick reaction from her. He found himself succumbing to the feeling as well though while seeing her appear tormented.

"Come with me." He said, getting up and opening a door she hadn't been through yet. She followed him yet again and he took her to a room that she assumed was for assembling the actual magazine because there were template pages, clippings, and stacks of glossy pictures and articles all over a desk.

"There are no cameras in here." John said. "We have a policy to keep production unfilmed because we don't want there to be any existing footage of the final prints and ideas before they get out. It's probably a bit of over kill for a small town, but there used to be a bit of competition I guess. You'd think the magazine actually meant something to people."

Molly could feel that John was turned on as well but was trying not to let it show. He had a certain way of holding himself where he was still able to function well despite having a dirty mind and she thought that made him even more attractive and fun to play around with.

"So why are we here?" She asked with fluttering lashes.

John pinned her against the wall and kissed her.

"I think you're a witch." He said, only half joking. "You're the only person to get me crazy like this."

He lifted her shirt slightly, moved his hand to the waistband of her skirt, and toyed with it slowly. He slipped his fingers underneath her panty line and began stroking her.

Molly bit her lip to not moan out and grabbed onto the lapel of his jacket.

"Johnny you're..." She started to say but he cut her off with his lips, shoving his tongue in her mouth and making her match his actions.

"You're so wet for me." He sped up his hand between her legs, rubbing her tiny clit and feeling that she could barely stand with the pressure he was putting on her. She was close to cumming, while breathing hard and stifling her moans.

"Let it out." John commanded and she collapsed on his chest while panting for air.

"What should I do?" She asked, reaching down to the tent in his pants.

"Nothing. We don't have time." John told her, still somehow sounding composed. "Maybe later."

"Later, when?" Molly asked, upset, thinking about how she wished she could continue staying with him and keep constantly invoking their intimacy.

"That meeting I went to yesterday wasnt an interview. You got a bit presumptuous about it, and I should've maybe corrected you, but I'll admit that I liked seeing you act jealous. Anyway, I met with Dennis, the CEO, and explained the hotel incident to him. We agreed it's too risky to set you up in a paid hotel now and you won't be getting any per diem. While Megan is losing her job today, you'll be losing those new hire benefits and will probably be scrutinized by others for a little while." John said in a strong voice.

"I will have to talk to my ex wife today because Avery is supposed to stay this coming weekend, but... if you want... you can stay until you get your paycheck at the end of the month."

Molly's eyes were wide but bright and she wanted to kiss him again.

"Hell. You can stay until your probation period is up here in three months so that when you find an apartment or something, you'll have proof of steady employment to be able to pay for a damage deposit and rent." He added.

She kissed him over and over, sweet short kisses and he smiled while she did.

"Thank you, Johnny! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She kissed him deeply after the burst of short kisses to show him that she was grateful.

He was enamored with the light, airy, and carefree feeling she gave him but knew he couldn't indulge too much with the work day starting and the looming worry of bringing Molly to his ex wife's house.

"Okay, okay, let's not get carried away again." He laughed.

"We should get out of here."