somebody's w a t c h i n g me [stefy x DOM]

[ohstefyelectric]

• Moving. God, the word in itself was just ugly. Rolling her eyes faintly, she watched as the burley moving men move her things up the short set of three stairs into the apartment flat building. Moving across the city of New York originally hadn't sounded like too much of a bad thing, though after having a set of two friends and two movers to get her things across the city, it seemed like it would take years. In truth, it had only been three or four hours, thank God there was no rush hour or it could have been plenty more, following the men upstairs after watching them cram themselves into the old factory elevator, the gated door slid down and up they went. Floors moving past before they finally hit the forth for the umpteenth time today, her hands shifted up through her loose black curls of hair, headband being removed and set in again to keep her bangs from obscuring her vision. A box, or rather something heavy, in everyone's hands as the three with boxes were the first to leave the elevator, not bothering at all to watch the struggle of two men and a red couch, the elevator opening directly into her apartment flat, taking a deep breath she let out a sigh.
  
  This was hers.
  
  The couch was ushered in and set in the middle of the living room, the feet touching her wood floors before the men seemed to grunt in satisfaction, and her friends gave her their warmth to her new apartment. They would be back soon, tomorrow probably, with housewarming gifts for the only second year teacher at a private school not far away from this very place. That was the reason for the move, and being that she was paid enough to a bigger flat in New York city because she was no longer on a college salary, the twenty three year old could only take advantage of the opportunity. Feeling just giddy enough to do an awkward dance in the comfort of her home then plop down on the couch, her hands began working with a box, tearing it open and pulling things out for the living room. This process continued, thirty minutes tops, before she found herself lightly fanning her face, deciding against turning anything on as she moved toward one of four windows placed in her living room.
  
  Looking down, the city lights at night would soon be glaring up at her while apartment windows across the street seemed to wink at her, during the summer, the view would be even better, hands moving to the clasps of her window after opening her curtains, she gently pushed the glass up and let out a soft breath of air. Turning from the window to no longer look at the late autumn skies of the city, her hands took ahold of either side of her sweater, lifting it carefully and revealing a tank top. The curves of her upper torso being hugged as she moved from her window to the couch again, mentally shrugging to herself, the woman tugged the pair of darkwash denim jeans from her frame, setting both the sweater and the pair of jeans on the couch, tugging only once at the ends of her boyshorts. It did not matter at all that two out of four of her windows had the curtains open, nor did it matter that it was pushed up, inwardly smiling at the thought of one of the winking windows having a person behind it. [/list:u]

 

[DOM]

Tyler Arman looked out from his apartment down at the street below. He watched as the workman hauled the obviously heavy furniture out from the large rental truck to the building across the street from his. He was dressed in a casual shirt that hung loose dispite his husky frame, his hands were at his sides, thumbs stuck into the front pockets of his blue jeans. The girl -a blonde with a very nice body was directing them. She appeared to fuss but then wander off. In all honesty he didn't care about that as much as he was simply interested in viewing the girl from afar.

He was single, most of his time he had thrown into his career as a photographer -in fact he had a camera in front of his window on a tripod. He'd had worse luck selling photos in the last several months and had even agreed here and there to take some shoots of solid legality but questionable taste. Those would not be going into his portfolio, suffice to say.

He stepped away from the window and paced around his small living room and made various phone calls. When he had finished it was evening and he knelt in front of his camera, adjusting various settings and making sure that everything was working with it when he noticed -it was aimed right at her apartment. He watched her through the view-finder. He watched her dance, changing clothes. So far he saw nothing revealing but with a little luck maybe the raven-haired man would get lucky. He made a note to keep his camera set here -and to keep an eye on her whenever he was at home...