We Don’t Have Time For This
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- I managed to get all my Grayson requests done in time for the Hero finale, yay! This combines two requests, “hands in each others hair messing each other’s hair up (and then fixing it for each other)” and “to make the other shut up from the idiotic nonsense the other is talking about but hey you both enjoy it so the other person is going to say idiotic nonsense more often”. This is set a couple weeks after the final battle and assumes an established relationship where he knows her secrets and they’ve declared their love for each other, etc.
Pairing- Grayson/MC
Rating- PG
Summary- Grayson and Lexi get a little distracted before an important press conference.
Words- 657
“Have I told you yet, how beautiful you look today?” Grayson asked, wrapping his arms around me.
“At least a dozen times,” I told him with a smile.
“Well, you look beautiful,” Grayson repeated, leaning down to kiss me.
As always I melted into the kiss, but after a moment I pushed playfully against his chest. “We have a press conference, remember? We don’t have time for this.”
“I always have time for this,” he whispered hotly, as his lips pressed against my neck. “I wasted too much time, not doing this.”
It was hard to argue with that and I didn’t even try. Instead, I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck as his lips found mine again. After a moment, Grayson lifted me up on to his desk, his lips still against mine. I sighed and pressed closer, running my hands through his hair.
I don’t know how long we were there before we interrupted by a knock on the door and an annoyed voice, “Mr. Prescott, the press is waiting.”
“I’ll be there in a minute, Marjorie,” Grayson called out, his voice a little ragged. He let go of me and took a step back, obviously trying to regain his composure.
I hopped off his desk and reached for him, straightening his shirt and then running my hands through his hair, smoothing it down. “There, you look a little more respectable,” I told him with a smile. “Are you ready?”
Grayson sighed, “as ready as I’ll ever be.”
It had been just under a month since Silas’s death and it was time for Grayson to address the press with his plans for the future of Prescott Industries. As much as Grayson had needed time to mourn his father, and come to terms with Silas’s crimes, the investors and the public needed to know what was next for Prescott Industries.
So while I worried it was a little soon, Grayson had formulated a plan for the future and was about to announce it to the public. And that wasn’t all he was about to announce.
“I’ll be at your side,” I reminded him.
Grayson had asked me to come back to Prescott Industries, though not as his assistant. He’d assured me that he wanted to move forward as partners, that he needed me by his side. The diamond ring now gracing my finger backed up his words.
Part of me worried it was too soon since so much had happened in a short period of time, but Grayson had argued that we had known each other for seven years and we had built a good foundation. Besides, we had spent too much time waiting in the past and with everything that had happened, neither of us wanted to wait anymore. We just wanted to be together. We wanted to build a life together.
“Do you really think we should announce our engagement today?” I asked as we headed for the door. “Maybe we should wait, so it doesn’t take away from your message. I mean, there’s going—”
My thought was cut off by Grayson’s mouth against mine. “You’re being silly,” he told me in a low voice, “I don’t care what people think or if they speculate. Let them.”
“But, it could affect performance—” I began only to get cut off again. “Are you going to kiss me every time I say something you don’t like?” I asked once he pulled away, pretending to frown at the thought.
“Yes,” Grayson said with a laugh, brushing his lips against mine one more time. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Maybe,” I teased, leaning into the kiss.
There was another rap on the door. “Mr. Prescott!” I
laughed and stepped back. “She’s going to burst in here any second,” I warned him.
Grayson sighed, “you are probably right. Besides, the sooner we get this press conference over, the sooner I can take you home.”
- End
