Dylan Murphy<br/>Location: The GPC - Elevator<br/>Tagged: Lucy Martin<br/>Time: 2-ish<br/><br/>He smirked " I have been to Italy several times doing work for the State Department. Trust me, black is the most popular color in clothing there. Still, I bet you look good in red"<br/><br/>As she went on , he listened, quietly like he normally did.  She was excited enough for both of them, but he had a strong attraction her.  Her liked younger women of course, not just for their smoothness and their tightness of their bodies, and the liveliness, it was something more basic than that.  It was the look in their eyes, a look of caring, interest, respect..  They laughed at jokes.    Not the wariness and weariness and judgement  he had seen in the eyes of so many women around his age.  Older women so often started their dates listing out the things they don't want, the things they hate, the same as they did their dating profiles .  Spite and vitriol. Not very attractive<br/><br/>That was like going to a job interview and starting with bitching about your current or last employer. Perhaps some of it was well deserved of course.  But who wanted to deal with that?  Positivity wins, and if you can't be positive, fake it until you are. Fake it until you make it.   He had given that advice to his nephews for years<br/><br/>As she told him he was attractive, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke her hair  and let his finger trace to her cheek as she blushed, looking her deeply in the eyes, but not saying anything, a veritable sphinx .  The slow elevator for once worked in his favor.  Without hesitation, he used his other hand to flip the "stop" switch .  Somewhere far under them, a lightly clanging bell was ringing as he grinned at her "You don't say"  he responded finally and then swept her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers , his left hand around her waist to lift her off her feet a bit , the fingers of his right hand running through her fingers and gently entwining  in her hair as his lips crashed to hers.<br/><br/>He backed her up and pressed her up against the wall of the elevator - not hard or viciously but firmly, slowly,  insistently, pinning her there lightly.  Still he was close enough that she could maybe feel his excitement for her.  Of course it was all so sudden and it was a brief moment before he backed off just enough, leaving her guessing.  Was he toying with her, was he having second thoughts, was he being polite?<br/><br/>Now he whispered into her ear "I have had my eye on you for awhile , and while I may not speak a lot, but I think you are lovely.  And I can hardly wait to have time alone with you .  I want to get to know you very well, and moreover I want you to get to know me, the real me.  I mean who knows, you might not like the real me so much.  He can be very... impulsive, and sometimes, hungry"  He kissed her again unless she pushed him away of course, and turned the switch of the elevator back to 'Normal".  Although he was curious about her response, he seemed calm about whatever that response might be and took it in stride.<br/><br/>When the door to the elevator opened he took her hand and went with her to her door.  When they got there, unless her response to his attentions had been loud declarations of dismay and calling for help, he held her up just before she went in , to look in her eyes, he intended to go in and didn't feel the need to come out and say it.   He cupped her chin lightly and looked her in the eyes "Lets go inside, shall we?"  He wasn't quite as serious as he had been in the elevator but his eyes were no less insistent..