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You were working your usual night shift at the pharmacy, stacking the shelves with the regular prescription medications as the day bore on. You didn't choose to be a pharmacist, hell, you were still only stacking shelves as if this was what your education had been mounting up to. What you really wanted to do was study the various mythologies of ancient civilisations, Greek, Roman, Egyptian the like... you wanted to curate an entire section of a museum dedicated to one of them, but, what your mother says goes and she wanted you to study pharmacy, "What are you going to do with a degree in Ancient History" she would say, "The chance of being a successful Museum Curator is very slim." So here you are idly stacking the shelves of a London pharmacy.
As you repeated the motions, grab the pill bottle, put the pill bottle on the shelf, grab another pill bottle e.t.c, your mind began to wonder, you began to think of your neighbour, Steven, you had left in a rush this morning to go to the bank, so you didn't see him as you normally would leaving his apartment to go to work, he worked in a museum- the gift shop yes, but still a museum. It seemed so unfair to you that after so many years of you wanting to work in a museum, you had to move in right next to somebody who did, while you worked agonisingly long shifts in the pharmacy. FUCK... you hated the fucking pharmacy so much.
Stack... stack... stack.
You just zoned out quietly as your hands began to move of their own accord, staring at your hands, your thoughts still lingering on your neighbour, you started thinking of the time you saw his hand as he pressed the button to your shared floor in the lift, the veins that crawled over the back of his palm, disappearing beneath the cuff of his waterproof coat, dripping from the rain that the two of you had just escaped. His long, thick fingers shaking with the rest of his hand as he pressed the button, presumably from the cold. You remember thinking how cute he looked, his usually curly hair plastered to his forehead as wet hair likes to do. God, you wondered if that's what he would look like, sweaty and panting staring down at you after a rigorous sexual escapade with him.
Steven didn't leave your thoughts for the rest of your shift, thoughts of what would happen if he found out that you liked him, despite barely having had a conversation, you wondered if he thought about you too, though probably not, assuming that with his looks he probably already had a girlfriend to think about in his spare time.
And with the final pill bottle, you placed it gingerly on the shelf and locked the door to the pharmacy, closing the shutters as you left.
***
Once again, you found yourself walking home from work in the rain, the droplets fell on to your coat, your hair, you watched patiently as one dripped off the end of your nose landing on the ground below you, of course you didn't have a hood on your coat or an umbrella, because you seriously were not used to being prepared, for anything apparently, not even the rain. Your feet took you home as your tired body let them carry you, having made this walk so many times before over the past 6 months. You heard a wet, tapping sound behind you and turned your head to see Steven running toward you with his bag held above his head as a makeshift shelter, you shook your head and waited for him to catch up with you.
"Terrible bloody weather, isn't it?" he asked absentmindedly, trying to shake some of the rain out of his hair as you chuckled.
"Quite." was your simple reply, still in your own head, knowing that there was no way in hell he could know what you were thinking about at work, but what a strange coincidence that he show up after you'd been thinking about him for about an hour, maybe more. "How you doing, Steven?" you asked, mostly wondering why he was only getting home at this hour.
"Well, I had a date..." he started, your stomach sank.
"Oh, yeah? How'd it go?" you asked trying to come off as casual as possible, despite burning with jealousy.
He looked down at his feet then back at you, "Um- I-It was actually on Friday, and I was 2 days late." you were seriously confused, how could Steven, the sweetest guy you knew, ever show up late for a date, let alone 2 days late.
"Uh... what?" you asked, the surprise evident in your voice, he rambled on explaining how he had lost time, and he would never have intentionally stood her up, but now she's told him to lose her number.
You entered the lift, trying to console him about his ruined date, offering words of comfort and cliches like "there's plenty more fish in the sea" trying to subtly let him know that you were interested. He just thanked you and changed the topic. "Steven, you know the museum you work at...?" you started, sensing that he no longer wanted to talk about the date. He nodded, "They have an Egyptology exhibit there, right?" his eyes lit up at the mention.
He looked stunned, "You, you like Egyptology?" he asked, cheery and bright-eyed as opposed to the morose guy he had been just a few seconds ago.
"Yeah, I mean ever since I was little, I've been interested in Ancient Civilisations, but the Egyptians, never have I been more interested in a topic that people often seem to find so boring." you rattled on a little, but he seemed to hang off of every word you said.
The rest of the ride to your respective flats you talked on and on about Egypt, the mythology, the infrastructure, how you were both learning to interpret hieroglyphics, it was just nice... to have a conversation with someone who wasn't yourself. Then the lift stopped and the conversation halted, Steven gave you a little slip of paper with a number on it and you put your key in to your door. Just before you walked in to your flat, Steven said, "Hey, good night Y/N" with a small smile.
"Good night, Steven." you said back, before disappearing into your flat.
***
Though it was late, and you were tired from working the night shift, you couldn't bring yourself to sleep. You were kept up by thoughts of Steven, before tonight it was just a little crush, he'd been polite, a perfect gentlemen, making sure the lift didn't close before you got there, shooting you a smile in the mornings before he left for work, but now that you knew how much the both of you had in common, you couldn't get him out of your head. You were down BAD. Eventually, you fell asleep, but still, your mind lingered on your neighbour, your dreams filled with the possibilities of what may happen should he find out your feelings. The image of him spent above... or below you, his hands once again were the focal point of your thoughts, as you thought of how good they could feel running up and down your body, resting on your waist, cupping your cheeks, and you refused to believe that they wouldn't feel fucking amazing inside you while you writhed and moaned, completely at his mercy.
You had an early shift in the morning, which was completely unfair since you did the night shift anyway, but given how late you fell asleep that night, you didn't wake up to your alarm beeping like crazy at 7 am, instead you woke up a whole hour later. You opened your eyes and checked the time on your phone.
-08.00-
Shit, shit shit shit.
You were going to be late for work, you live 10 minutes away which is why you never really get up that long before your shift starts, in the mornings anyway.
You shot out of bed and put on the first jumper and jeans you could reach, grabbing a banana to eat on your way as you ran out of your house and into the lift. You passed Steven on the way out of the building and bumped his shoulder, as you ran past him. "Hey..." he shouted after me, putting his hand up to wave.
"Late, sorry" you shouted back as you jogged out the door, feeling terrible about bumping into him so abruptly.
Arriving at work you looked at the clock and you were half an hour late, not only that but your boss was standing their, staring coldly at you, you knew he was going to scold you, but even so, you were hardly ever late so it couldn't be that bad, could it?
You walked up to your boss, hoping he would discipline you too harshly, he already didn't like you, he would've revelled in being able to get rid of you, finally. "Hi, I know I'm late, I'm so, so, sorry, it won't happen again, I promise." You said to him looking down at your shoes the whole time.
"You're damn right it won't happen again Y/N, I'm sorry to have to do this but, you're fired." the whole world crashed down around you as you registered what he said, how could you be fired for being 30 minutes late, you had to clear this up.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"You are fired!"
"But I was only 30 minutes late..." you started.
He interrupted you, "you stocked hundreds of medications in the wrong places last night, I had to fix it all myself this morning, what were you thinking? Do you know how that could have affected our customers had I not noticed." What? you were thinking, terrified of the possibility that this was all real, how could you have been so careless, you were so out of it last night that you didn't even notice which drugs you were putting where.
"So that's it then...I'm fired?" you asked, feeling the tension build in your stomach. He nodded his head and that was all it took as tears rolled down your cheeks, the reality of the situation setting in. You stormed out of the pharmacy, unsure of whether you were upset, angry or relieved that you didn't have to work there anymore. Your emotions got the best of you as you leaned against the wall of the pharmacy, sliding down to the cold pavement resting your head on your knees. You knew that you were too fragile to be alone right now, and decided that you had to call somebody to let them know what had happened.
Instinctively, you reached your hand into your coat pocket, pulling out the paper that Steven had given you the previous night, trying to get your tears under control, you inputted his number into the keypad and let it ring.
1 ring...
2 rings...
3 rings... 'Hello?' his slightly confused hesitant voice said into the phone.
"Steven?" you replied, still choked up, which could clearly be heard by the catch in your throat when you said his name.
'Y-yeah, who is this, are you okay?'
This man, doesn't even know who is on the phone and still asks if they're okay, he's so lovely.
"It's Y/N, I'm s-sorry, I... I just lost my job. A-a-and I didn't know who else to call, but I just don't want to be alone, I um, saw you in the hall this morning, do you have the day off?" you thought you'd ask, because well, you didn't want to intrude in his life, he might've had plans.
'Yeah, I have the day off, are you still at the pharmacy?'
"Mhm..." you answered through sobs, you'd hated your job but at least it paid your rent, that was what was keeping you in London for Christ's sake.
'Wait there, I'll come and meet you.' he said hanging up the phone.
And, sure enough, 10 minutes later, you saw Steven walking up the street in front of you clutching 2 cups of hot coffee and a Greggs sausage roll, he was so sweet. He reached out for your hand and pulled you up from the floor where you had previously been sat. Rubbing his neck self-consciously he said "I brought you coffee." You smiled.
After thanking him, you asked "Got anything stronger?" and he laughed telling you that he didn't really drink all that much. But still, you smiled as he walked you home. "What am I going to do, Steven?" you started. "I mean I never wanted to be a pharmacist in the first place, but it was steady pay, how am I going to pay my rent, or feed myself, God, I don't know what to do."
"Well, you could always start working at the museum, they're hiring at the minute, its not a huge job or anything but you'd definitely get it."
"Oh yeah, what job is it?"
"Tour guide, that uh, girl, I was telling you about she... she quit, didn't want to have to see my ugly mug everyday I suppose." he said quietly as you entered the hall of your building walking to the lift.
You turned around to look at him, "Steven, you are not ugly, far far far from ugly," you said before you could stop yourself, once in the lift you thought - welp, might as well carry on, I've got nothing to lose - "In fact, you are the sweetest, most handsome, gentlemanly man, I have ever met."
He looked at his shoes shyly, a blush creeping up his cheeks, then looked into your eyes. "Do you really think so?" you nodded, "because you're the most beautiful, intelligent woman I have ever seen." he stated in a breathy, awe-filled voice. You had already caught feelings for this man but knowing that he felt the same way you did made your heart skip a beat. Your eyes were fixed on each others, but you couldn't help but notice when he glanced down at your lips and your breath caught, knowing what could be coming. His large hand came up to cup your cheek as he whispered, "Can I kiss you?" you'd never heard him be this forward, though, you supposed you had initiated it by finally admitting your feelings for him.
You nodded as the both of you leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you. Your lips brushed together in perfect tandem as his hands made their way slowly from your cheeks to your waist, your hands snaked up his body to rest on his chest as the kiss deepened.
The lift doors opened and you stalked out with Steven's hand in yours as you led him into your flat.
No sooner than your door had closed did you have him pinned against it, kissing him once again as his back hit the door. You're tongue explored his mouth once he'd granted you entrance, until you felt your own back hit the hard wall, excited as Steven decided to take control. You moaned into his mouth and your hands ran through his hair, before you both came up for air, him leaning his forehead on yours.
His chest moved up and down under you hands, opening your eyes you could see the outline of his hard bulge straining against his jeans, you loved the effect you were so clearly having on him. Your eyes drifted back up his body to find him looking in your eyes with such intensity and adoration that the stare alone could have pushed you through the wall should you let it. Hands running down his chest and stomach, they found their way beneath his shirt as you helped him to slowly remove it, eyes scanning his toned torso, looking at Steven from afar, even knowing him, cute, bashful, sweet little Steven, you wouldn't expect that he would look so... sexy without a shirt. His hands were on your shoulders, then they were running up and down your sides and under the hem of the jumper you threw on this morning.
"May I, love?" you shuddered at the nickname as it dripped from his lips, heat shooting to your core, but still you nodded, with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. His hands were cold on your sides as he shucked off the jumper, making you shiver under his touch. Each of your hands reached down to unzip each other's jeans, lips finding each other again as you now rushed to get your own pants off.
Your arms now around the back of his neck, his around your waist, you could feel every inch of each other's bodies pressed against each other as you walked over to the bed.
He placed you down on to the bed gently, unclasping your bra before completely setting you down, you didn't know that Steven would be this confident during sex, or at least you didn't expect it, you expected that he may need some guidance but it seemed that he never ceased to surprise you.
Steven started kissing down your neck, turning your head to allow him better access, you whimpered his name, leaning into his soft kisses. His left hand, the one that wasn't holding him up, laced with your own, a small gesture, but one so intimate that it gave you butterflies in your stomach.
He moved down your body slowly, savouring every moment that you were under him as if some unknown force could take you away from him at any moment, and you knew that you could never let that happen, not when he made you feel like the Egyptian goddess Hathor, protector of women, but worshipped by men, goddess of beauty and pleasure. He left a trail of kisses, from your neck down to your naval, then began to kiss up your inner thighs, hands still joined and resting on your hip. You writhed beneath him and shuddered as you felt his breath on your pussy through the fabric of your panties, his lips still working their way up your thighs, mere inches from where you wished they were.
He looked up at you with pleading, hungry eyes, waiting once again for your consent before he carried on any further.
"Steven, please..." you begged him, and he obliged, he untangled his hand from yours as he brought it down to feel the wetness between your legs as the two of you shared a knowing look; knowing - that that was all for him, though he didn't bring it up, he wanted to make you feel good, not degrade you, or make it about himself, he didn't want to embarrass you, he just blushed slightly and continued with his movements. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down until you were able to kick them off. Right then, his mouth was on you, lapping up every bit of your wetness that he could find, your hands flew to his hair, tugging lightly, needing something to hold onto as he sucked on your clit. He revelled in the sounds that he was drawing out of you, the way you whimpered and moaned his name, feeling the pleasure grow infinitely every second he was between your legs. He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you closer and closer to orgasm as the tension grew in the pit of your stomach. "I'm close, I'm close, please Steven-"
Upon hearing those words, Steven started circling your clit with his tongue as his fingers made their way into your pussy and that action alone was enough to send you flying into the throws of orgasm. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and he set a hand on your hip rubbing soothing circles with his thumb to carry you through the orgasm.
He jerked feeling your hand on his hard cock, palming him through his boxers. He groaned at the touch, but pulled away. "No hon, this is going to be all about you, what do you want?" you had never met anyone like him.
"I want you, Steven, I need you..." you looked down to where his clothed cock strained against the only piece of fabric left between the two of you, and looked back into his eyes, silently begging him to fuck you.
He looked at you in disbelief before he started fumbling with the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down with a grin spreading across his face, the most Steven thing you've seen him do this whole time, grounding you in reality and reminding you that this whole thing wasn't just some dream. "Shit, do you have a condom? I'm not usually lucky enough to be in this situation, especially with someone as gorgeous as you." he chuckled, you blushed and shook your head, telling him that it would be fine because you were on the pill.
He nodded understandingly and you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance, and you gasped sharply as he pressed into you inch by inch until he was buried deep inside you. You looked down, between the two of you, he was in to the hilt and you were so full that you didn't think you could take anymore if he had it, like you were a perfect match, you just fit together. He had one hand resting on the bed, the other on your shoulder for support, pulling back slowly and thrusting back into you.
He set a steady pace, and you met his thrusts once you had adjusted to the sensation, bucking your hips in time with him. The hand resting on your shoulder came up to the back of your neck, causing the other to move up the bed slightly changing the angle of his thrusts. He leaned down, pulling you into another kiss and felt the tip of his cock brush against that spot inside you, making your eyes shoot open as you quietly screamed in pleasure. You noticed the corner of his eyebrow quirk up slightly as if he was taking a mental note to hit that spot as much as possible.
He made sure to hit your g-spot on everyone of the next few thrusts as your nails dug into his back, scratching vicious red marks from top to bottom. You pulled away from the kiss slightly, only to moan the word "Harder-" before his mouth was on yours again. He pulled back even further this time, making you feel almost empty without him, and slammed his hips into yours with added vigour.
At this point you were a writhing mess, and so close. You moaned Steven's name every time he thrust into you, unable to even form a coherent sentence. His lips were on yours once again and his tongue slipped into your mouth, you could still taste yourself on him. Whimpering as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, your orgasm crept up on you unexpectedly. You came hard on Steven's cock, the walls of your pussy tightening around him, milking an orgasm out of him to. His cum painted the inside of your pussy as he rode out his orgasm, slowly pulling out of you and joining your hands again as he lay down beside you.
Both panting, you looked at each other in awe, still in denial over what had just happened until you spared a glance at the clock across the room. Your eyes widened in horror as you remembered that it was still only 10 in the morning. "It's 10 am." You said laughing in disbelief.
"You what?" Steven asked, looking at the clock himself now. You both were laughing now, "It's 10 in the bloody morning and we just had sex."
"Mind-blowing sex," you corrected him, chuckling. "Well, um, I'm going to go pee and shower, you're welcome to join me..." you said, "f-for the shower, not the pee." you mentally cursed yourself, knowing that he knew what you meant without having to correct yourself. You put your head in your hands, sighing, "Jesus, I'm such a mess, aren't I?"
"Hey, we're both a bit of a mess, love..." he said in a comforting voice, "but we can be a mess together, yeah." you nodded. "And, you know, I might just take you up on that shower."