Griffith nearly dropped the keys as Harper nipped at his neck and pawed at his pants. He let out a quaky little moan and proceeded to try and jam the key into the lack, smashing his hand into the door along with it. After a few frantic attempts, he managed to get the door unlocked and open (or maybe broken...) and hurriedly whisked Harper up off her feet, planting her firmly at his waist as he carried her into the office.
"F-fuck." Griffith managed to mutter as he carried them into the office, however, upon going to the couch, he noted there were several large file boxes atop it and he made a sound of disapproval. "That's not gonna work." He said, pulling away from the kiss. Much like the couch, the desk was in a similar state. He furrowed his brows and looked around the room before remembering a perfectly good Mustang in the other room. "Oh my Lord, this is going to be hot." He muttered, mostly to himself, as he carried Harper towards the shop door, practically kicking it open.
Griff didn't utter a single word of indication as he carried Harper over to the car in the middle of the shop. Thankfully, whoever had closed up that night had apparently finished the job with the Mustang and closed it up, as well as wiped it up. He hefted Harper over to the car and delicately placed her down on the hood, grinning as he pulled away to look at her.
"Well...I mean...maybe...sorta...I don't know, let's just get naked." Griff laughed as well, leaning in to place a kiss at Harper's lips briefly before helping her in removing his shirt. As soon as he had his shirt removed, he quickly made sure to do the same for Harper as he whisked hers off and proceeded to wrap his hands at her waist and tread his lips from her shoulder to her middle. "Those stockings would have made this." He uttered against her skin.
There was several minutes of heated kissing and heavy petting when Griffith and Harper were finally in the process of disrobing completely. However, just as Griff managed to get Harper out of her pants, and just as he went to get out of his, he could hear the back office door squeaking open, along with a low, "What the...who did this?"
Griff's eyes widened and he looked back towards the office, seeing a burly silhouette form on the curtained window in the dividing wall. Between the size of the shadow and the sound of the voice, Griffith instantly knew who it was, and knew that it was trouble.
Lawson.
"Oh...fuck...fuck...Harper, Harper, we gotta...fuck..." Griffith hastily pulled himself from Harper' frame and stooped down to grab up her clothes from the floor. "You gotta hide, Lawson's here." He said in a panicked whisper as he thrust the clothes at her.
"God fucking..." Harper's own panicked whisper came and she took the clothes, looking around before dashing into the small bathroom in the shop quickly, shutting the door as quietly as she could before attempting to get redressed in the dark.
Initially, Griffith had thought to hide, however, he realized how strange it'd look for the door be unlocked (broken) AND for there to be "no one" present. He fumbled around in the shop, trying to look like he was doing something, but failed miserably by the time Lawson turned on the lights. As soon as the switch was flipped, Griffith flung himself onto the car and proceeded to "casually" lean on it...shirtless...popping a tent.
"Uh...hey." He greeted, forcing a smile, trying to cover his "rising flagpole" with a hand
Lawson blinked, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Uh...hi? What...what are you doing here?" He asked.
"I think the real question is...what are you doing here?" Griffith asked, trying to turn the question back around.
"I came for a part I ordered for the car. I accidentally left it here when I left work. So...again, what are you doing here? More over what are you doing here?" Lawson asked, raising his eyebrows and shooting his brother a sarcastic smile as he gestured to his shirtless torso.
"I...uh...I came to work on the 'Stang, but saw it was finished, and...uh...it...it got hot." Griffith lied.
Harper listened closely, covering her mouth with both hands quickly when she heard Griffith, trying hard not to laugh. Oh god, Lawson was going to think his brother had some sort've hardcore automotive fetish.
"Yes, Lawson, it got hot, sue me." Griffith said, figuring if he just acted as normal as possible (ie as assholey to Lawson) his brother would be deterred.
And it was working.
Lawson scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, I'm just going to take the part and go." Lawson said, making his way over to his personal workbench to grab a box sitting there. He put it under his arm and headed back towards the exit. "And if you're the one who busted the fuckin' door, FIX IT." He pointed at Griff, who made a face at his brother, further forcing him out the door.
As Lawson exited, Griff could hear him making some comment about Griffith's appearance and how "fuckin' weird" he was. He slammed the office door shut and his heavy footfalls going back down the alley, which instantly allowed Griff to let out a sigh of ease.
"Lord." He said, uncovering his groin and easing back otno the Mustang's hood with a groan. "He's gone, Harper."
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