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Once upon a time in James's shed

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The notes of Eric Clapton's Layla sounds on the shed, all the others members of the Reassembler's crew are gone. James is playing the Fender Stratocaster he used on today's filming leaned at the workbench, and you are mentally guessing to yourself, if it's only a coincidence he choose that song, or if he remember it's one of your favorites. Since you filmed the first episode, this became an usual habits, after all the others had left you always helped James to put in place the tools and clean up, making tea and having a lovely chat with him. He's such a fascinating man, working with May you start fancy him time after time, his knowledge and sense of humor added at his blue eyes and the charming tone of his voice made you think about him in an unexpected way. One of the strings of the guitar broke, a familiar "Oh cock" echoes in the empty shed and he put the instruments on the table to fix it. You soon join him around the workbench, handling a cup of tea in his direction.

J: Thank you Ma'am

He show you a little smile before take a sip, the steam of the tea tarnish his glasses and he almost let escape another swear. You giggle, it's always funny hear him say rude words, from the outside it look such a gentleman...and contrariwise is not sometimes. James polish the glasses with the border of his blue jumper and then push away a lock of fluffy hair from his eyes before put them again in place. You lift yourself on top of the table looking at him replace the string while he talk about the history of the guitar. The work don't take long time, the Fender is mended in a snap and he play again the Layla's intro before put it away, asking if you know the story behind the song. Of course you know it and you keep chatting about it with him. The tea in your cup is gone and James ask if you fancy another cup, you nod and he carry it to you.
You take the mug from his hands, your fingers touch, James hand is so warm, you always had a kink for his hands, they looks so strong and manly and...skillful...some tea spill, it's hot and burn your fingers, a tiny grimace of pain curve your lips while you dry your hand on your jeans. And then James do something unexpected, he take your hand and kiss it gently, he did it without think, you blush at the contact with his lips, you never imagined they was so soft. He quickly let your hand go, messing his hair and saying apologies.

J: I'm sorry...I don't know how I could did it...it wasn't my intention embarrass you...

You're babbling...surprise by his behavior and by the fact he looks so sweet now...

J: I'm sorry...What I was thinking? Bloody Nora.. I could be your dad...

You grab his jumper pulling him closer, hiding your face in the soft wool of it, murmuring you don't care of the difference of age between you and him, playing nervously with the fabric.
James wrap you in his arms, one of his hands run through your hair caressing your head, you hug him, snuggling against his chest and savoring his scent of fresh washed clothes and tobacco mixed with the manly smell of metal and wood of the shed. After a while he push you a bit backward, his fingers move gently on your jaw, he's looking at you, his blue eyes are so deep and beautiful, your cheeks burn under his look underneath the glasses. James index finger slide under your chin lifting it to kiss you. His lips play with yours, his beard pleasantly scratch your skin, your hands run through his hair, the distance between your bodies is soon completely dissolved...