Summary: A reimagining of the team scene at The Grand from Chapter
12, involving cute and flirty Grayson and Laurel.
Note: This is for one of the new kiss prompts (13. A kiss we
had to wait for.), requested by an anon. This was also partly inspired by these images of Grayson
in glasses from @kenjkats. Also posting for Grayson day of Hero week and tagging @toglidethroughlife and @faded-hero. Thanks for hosting! :)
When she and Eva walk over to the
booth at The Grand, Laurel is taken aback for a second. She introduces Eva to
Kenji and Grayson, trying not to stare, but her gaze keeps flickering back to
Grayson as she slides in to the booth next to him. Grayson looks at her with a
half-smile on his face, noticing the way she keeps glancing at him.
“You wear glasses?” she asks him in
surprise as Eva settles next to her.
“Not usually. I got something in my
eye and can’t wear my contacts. I’d go without them, but I’m pretty blind
otherwise,” he explains, adjusting the frames slightly.
“They look good. You should wear
them more often,” Laurel assures him, biting her lip to keep the smile from
creeping across her face.
Laurel sees Poppy’s mouth open out
of the corner of her eye and shoots her a warning look, knowing exactly what
she’s about to say. Poppy winks at her, smirking, and turns to talk to Eva.
Grayson’s lips quirk up. “I’ll keep
that in mind.”
When he goes to the bar to get
drinks, Poppy scoots over to her. “So, you’re not going to tell Grayson you
have a thing for a man in glasses?” she asks, grinning.
“I do not have a thing for a
man in glasses,” Laurel protests.
“You’ve literally told me you do!”
Poppy reminds her with a laugh.
Laurel groans. “I’ve got to stop
telling you stuff. You remember everything.”
Grayson returns, and Laurel
gratefully takes a sip of her drink as he scoots back in next to her. He’s on
her mind when she proposes a toast to love, and she can feel him watching her,
is acutely aware of his hand just inches from hers on the booth when he clinks
his glass in and says, “And old flames burn bright.”
He smiles at her when she leans back
in the booth, their fingers brushing together, and she can’t help but smile
back, not realizing how long she keeps her eyes locked on his until she hears
Eva laugh next to her.
“Do you two always do this?” she
asks in amusement, gesturing between them, and Laurel drops her gaze
immediately, feigning fascination with her coaster.
“Do what?” she asks nonchalantly,
taking a sip of her drink, just as Poppy says, “All the time.”
“Poppy!” Laurel says, feeling her
cheeks turn pink.
Grayson just chuckles, his fingers
finding hers on the seat and squeezing gently.
“I’m kidding!” Poppy says, but she’s
almost shaking from trying not to laugh.
“You’re the worst,” Laurel grumbles,
then shoots Poppy a grin as the first round of shots arrive at their table.
The first one burns her throat going
down, though she giggles at Dax’s disgusted face. The second shot burns too,
but she doesn’t notice it as much when she realizes Grayson is still holding
her hand, his thumb running circles over her skin absentmindedly. The third
shot fills her with a pleasant warmth, and she can feel her inhibitions melt
away as she leans against him and catches the faint scent of his cologne.
“You good?” he murmurs, looking at
her in amusement as she peers up at him.
“I hate tequila,” she sighs.
Grayson smiles. “So do I.”
“We should dance!” Poppy suddenly
announces, and she grabs Dax’s hand and nearly hauls him out of the booth.
“I don’t dance!” Dax protests, his
words slurring slightly.
Kenji makes a grand gesture of
bowing and holding his hand out to Eva, who raises an eyebrow and pointedly
slides out of the booth without taking it, saying, “Let’s go, pretty boy.”
Laurel can hear Kenji protest being
called pretty boy as they walk off, can feel Grayson laugh against her. He asks
her if she wants to dance, and part of her wants nothing more than to have him
hold her on the dance floor, but a bigger part of her really just wants to stay
curled up next to him.
“I kind of like it right here,” she
Grayson lets go of her hand and
slides it around her waist. “I do too.”
Laurel tilts her face up, bringing
her hand up to trace over his jawline, sucking in a quiet breath when she sees
Grayson’s throat bob as he swallows. She lets her fingers wander down, ghosting
lightly over his neck and playing with his top undone button. He makes a quiet
noise, his hand traveling lower to rest on her thigh, his fingers tracing
patterns over the denim of her jeans.
“Grayson,” she says in a whisper,
and the look on his face when he tilts his head down to look at her makes her
He’s looking at her like he wants
her, which makes her stomach flip all on its own, but he’s also looking at her
with so much warmth and affection that it makes her heart clench. He’s looking
at her like he doesn’t want to look at anyone else, like he only has eyes for
her. Like he might…love her, she dares to let herself think. She’s known him
long enough now that she can usually read his expression, and this is one she’s
only seen a handful of times. The night his father interrupted them. At the
hospital. After their dinner date. Parked at the overlook.
“Yes, Laurel?” he says in a low
voice, and she almost whimpers at the thought of him saying her name like that
when they’re alone.
She leans in, gripping his collar,
her lips hovering over his. She’s full of liquid courage and desire, her heart
pounding and her face flushed from the alcohol and from being pressed up
against Grayson, her hand wandering lower to rest on his chest. “I want-“
“Guys! We have more shots!” Laurel
jumps, nearly cracking Grayson in the jaw as she whips her head up at Kenji’s
shout and finds the rest of the team piling back into the booth, a waitress
setting another tray full of shots down.
Laurel groans quietly at the
interruption. She loves her friends, even though their timing is awful. Still,
it’s nice being able to hang out with everyone like this, even though she
torments herself with hazy, alcohol induced thoughts of Grayson as everyone
grows steadily more inebriated. Eventually, when Dax is bleary-eyed and
laughing at things that aren’t really funny, and Kenji slams his head on the
table as he accidentally dozes off, everyone starts to call it a night.
“Wait!” Poppy suddenly blurts out as
everyone stumbles out of the booth. “Laurel. Did you tell Grayson?” she asks,
in a horrible attempt at a whisper.
Grayson looks adorably confused and
intrigued. “Tell me what?”
“Nothing!” Laurel says hastily.
“Laurellll,” Poppy drawls, giggling
as she leans on Dax. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Poppy, for the love of-“
“Laurel has a thing for men in
glasses,” Poppy says in an exaggerated whisper.
“Oh god,” Laurel mutters, covering
Kenji and Dax have apparently missed
the whole exchange in their drunken stupor, both of them asking Eva why Laurel
is suddenly so red and won’t look at anyone. Eva just chuckles, pushing them
and Poppy towards the door and calling out, “Have fun, you two!”
She can’t look at Grayson. “Well,
this is embarrassing,” she mutters.
When she finally dares to look up,
he’s watching her with that same look on his face from earlier. She watches in
slow fascination as he steps closer, taking her hand in his.
“Come with me?” he asks.
“My office,” Grayson murmurs, and
she sucks in a breath, suddenly a little hesitant.
“Laurel. Not that,” he reassures
her. “I want that, but…not when we’ve both had this much to drink,” he says,
Laurel flushes. It’s as if he can
read her mind. “Oh, good,” she says quietly, relieved.
He raises an eyebrow, looking at her
in amusement, and she feels her cheeks turn even redder as she desperately
tries to backpedal. “That’s not what I meant,” she blurts. “I meant, I mean,
I want that too. But not when we’ve been drinking.”
Grayson smiles. “You’re cute when
She doesn’t even protest about the
babbling, just shaking her head with a wry smile and twining their fingers
together as they walk to his office. Once they’re inside, she reaches for him,
gripping his shirt as she leans against the door.
“I’ve been waiting all night to kiss
you,” he murmurs, pressing his lips gently along her neck.
“Me too,” she sighs, tilting her
“This okay?” Grayson asks, his hands
sliding around her hips.
“More than okay. I’d be upset if you
She hears him laugh quietly as he
guides her to the couch. “So you like the glasses?”
Laurel groans. “Yeah. I do. But
mostly I like you in them.”
Grayson nudges her to sit down,
sitting beside her. She glides her hand over his chest, feeling his warmth, the
outline of muscle. He tilts her chin up with his thumb as he leans in to kiss
her, and she groans when he gently bites her bottom lip.
“Mmm,” she whimpers, closing her
eyes and fisting her hand in his collar when he kisses her more insistently.
She curls into his side, desperate
to be closer as their kisses grow deeper, almost frantic, until finally she
slides one of her legs over his and settles on his lap. Grayson groans, his
blue eyes flying open to stare at her.
“You’re going to make it difficult
to stop,” Grayson says hoarsely.
“I just…I want you,” she admits.
“Oh, Laurel,” Grayson says, running
his hands down her back and settling them around her waist. “Believe me, I want
She knows it won’t go any further
than this tonight, doesn’t want their first time to be a drunken mess in his
office at The Grand anyway, but kissing him and being this close to him just
feels so damn good. Laurel leans down, her lips just barely touching his,
sighing when Grayson pulls her in closer and presses his lips to hers.
She loses all track of time as they
kiss again and again, his hands gently wandering under the back of her shirt
and exploring the bare skin of her low back. Her hands find their way into his
hair, scratching over his scalp and tickling at the back of his neck. Grayson
finally wrenches away with a groan when she starts rocking her hips against
“Sorry,” she murmurs, sitting back
and sighing when he runs a hand through her hair.
“What are you apologizing for?” he
“I don’t know, actually,” she says
after a minute, and starts laughing when he grins at her.
She moves to sit back beside him,
resting her head on his shoulder. Grayson threads their fingers together,
tracing over her knuckles. It makes her sleepy, the soothing motion combined
with his warmth, the steady thump of his heartbeat quiet in her ear.
“We should probably head out before
you fall asleep,” he says after a few minutes, nudging her gently.
Laurel mumbles her agreement,
letting Grayson help her to her feet. “Hey. Can I ask you something?” she asks
as they walk back through the bar.
“Of course,” he says, helping her
into her coat.
“That night of the gala…you were
going to tell me something, but your dad interrupted us,” she begins, putting
her hands in her coat pockets as they walk out into the cool late night air.
“And again at the hospital,” she
continues, “And after dinner…” she trails off when she sees a flash of
recognition cross his face. He knows what she’s talking about.
Grayson sighs, running his hand over
his hair and looking at her a little sheepishly. “We do get interrupted a lot.”
“So…are you going to tell me?” she
“I am. But not tonight.”
He smiles at her sweetly,
affectionately, taking her hand. “I want to tell you when you’ll remember it.”
“Hey,” she protests. “I’ll remember
tonight. You’re kind of unforgettable.”
There’s a long silence, and then
Laurel says, “That was really cheesy, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Grayson laughs. “But I like
“You’re in luck then,” she giggles.
“I have lots of cheesy lines.”
“Laurel, I promise I’ll tell you
what I’ve been trying to say,” Grayson assures her. “But at the right time.
Preferably when we’re not going to be interrupted. Okay?”
He nudges her chin up as their cab arrives, brushing his lips sweetly over hers. “I promise.”
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