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Librarian [[Ketsu X Ruphhausin]]

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TouketsuSafaia

Supernova
Joined
Aug 22, 2011
Location
California
Anya was your typical librarian, shy, quiet, soft spoke and very nice. All of the was true, no lie there. She had a crush on a guy who frequently came to the bookstore, but nothing would ever come of it. Her long black hair was up in her usual bun, held up by a pencil, she wore her usual glasses, though she didn't need them, she liked how they looked on her. She wore a knee length pencil skirt, it hugged her lovely rear end, her wide hips and down her slender legs. Her usual white shirt was pressed as always, under her white shirt was a hinted at dark spot, her bra with was a slight darkness under. She wore heel's, the sexy kind today, she was going to a party with her girl friends soon and needed to break her heels in, so she wore them to work. Her eyes were done in a very simple black liquid eyeliner, which was lovely around her blue eyes.

She walked around with books in her hands, it was a slow day, as Monday's always were, no one was around right now, people in work, kids and teenagers in school. With her arms full of books she did her job of replacing them where they were suppose to go. She was alone today, her help had the day off, a family emergency is what the young girl had said. Anya on the other hand knew better then that, she'd found the girl making out with her boyfriend behind her back, in rooms alone. She had merely coughed letting them know she had to get back to work. She sighed softly looking up at the higher shelf's, she was in a skirt and knew she had to climb the ladder. She started up it careful in her heels, she leaned over placing the books away on the shelf.
 
Paul had been watching Anya for some time, and finding out that she was alone at the bookstore connected to the library made it very clear that this was the time. He was very quiet mostly, and as he was told before handsome, but what he wanted out of a woman was total submission. He wanted that from a particular kind of woman, and that was around the time he first set his green eyes on Anya. He had gotten to know about her through very careful inquiry, not drawing any real suspicion as to his intentions.

He was fairly tall and lithely muscular as some women told him before. With his dark brown hair and with just the right hint of color to his skin he looked totally like how he wanted to be seen as the perfect guy. Only those he let see or who would be able to recognize it on their own would see the sparkle in them, that vague predatory look that a Alpha Male has when he is wanting a woman totally. He had come into the store without Anya hearing, and he was now watching her on the ladder,her heels and skirt letting him see some of what he was going to have very soon.
 
Anya continued to put away the books she had in her arms, after they were all put away on the right shelf she slowly started to climb down the ladder, her heel caught on the step of the little ladder. She fell to to floor on her rear end, her legs spread out from pinwheeling, trying not to fall. She sat on the floor for a could of minutes, her legs spread, showing off her black lace panties, not stockings covering her legs, just her skin. As she opened her eyes, as she had closed them from shock, she seen someone standing there, it took only a few minutes for her to realize it was Paul.

She hurriedly closed her legs and started to stand up, as she got on her left foot she winced and sat back onto the ground. "Oh no... I sprained my ankle..." She mumbled before slowly getting up and second time. Her blue eyes met Pauls green ones and she blushed softly. " U-um, please don't mention if you saw anything... I know better then to wear 6 inch heels to work.."
 
Paul smiled and nodded, in no way betraying the reason he was there. He moved a little closer, taking her arm carefully and helping her to stay up. He knew it was a sprained ankle, and he helped her into a nearby chair.

"Let me take a look at it... perhaps something can be done....."

He soon had her shoe off, and he was carefully looking at her ankle. He was already very pleased with her silky smooth skin, the thought of making her wet and stimulated already on his mind as he tenderly touched her ankle.
 
Anya was grateful for the help that he had given her to the chair, once he took her shoe off and touched her ankle she whimpered softly, it hurt to be touched. But with his hands on her skin it gave her a thrill she had always thought he would give her. Her eyes closed as her mind started to wander about how his hands would feel touching her in more... intimate places. She gasped softly before opening her eyes and staring down at him. "Thank you Paul for the help.. it seems I might have to take a couple of days off work to let this heal.."
 
"Yes, Anya. That is the only way to deal with this properly.. that and what I need to do right now..."

Paul then took a bandage out of the first aid kit, and he securely wrapped her ankle for stability and strength. He did so slowly, steady with how he used his hands on her leg as he could tell she wanted his hands in other places. That was precisely the point, as she needed to be made to admit what she wanted from him.

"I really do think you should close early... and go where you can rest this leg properly..."
 
"I agree. I probably will close early, but I have to call in, let my boss know I'll have to take a couple of days off work to let my ankle heal." Anya says softly talking out loud to keep her mind of of his fingers touching her skin.

"O-oh.. Paul.. why did you come here today anyways?" She asked softly, wondering why he was here right now, it wasn't his usual days or times that he came in. "Did you need something special? I can help you find it before I lock up."
 
Paul showed Anya the title he was wanting to see if she had there at the store. The truth was she did, and he did want it just that he waited for today to get it. He didn't expect her to sprain her ankle, but she also had provided him with an ample doorway to start making her do things he wanted her to do very soon. He helped her to go to where she needed to in the store, letting her tell him where.
 
Anya told Paul were the book he wanted was, she let him help her along as they walked, she limped. She pulled the book off the shelf and turned, handing it to him. "There you go, It's a very good book, you have good taste Paul." She says before smiling. "Did you need anything else at all?" She wondered if that would be all, she would call her supervisor before she left to explain what had happened.
 
"Actually, I would love to have a bit to eat... perhaps on the way back to your place. I know you have to walk back to your place, and I really don't want you doing that at all, Anya."

Paul smiled, as that was the truth. He wanted her, and just her lovely ankle had given him more of an opportunity for it to happen.
 
Anya blushed softly as he insinuated having lunch with her, and taking her home. "The company on the way home would be very much welcomed, as for the lunch, I'm not sure, its unprofessional.. " She states with a hesitation while checking the book out to him. "I had meant is that all for you today, here at the library?"
 
"Yes, that is all for me today. How would it be unprofessional, Anya? We don't work together, and you are neither my boss nor my employee..."

Paul was polite and smiling, as he knew he was making a point with her. He was still thinking about the silky softness of her skin, and was very eager to touch so much more of it as soon as possible.
 
Anya bowed her head slightly, her cheeks heating up more, he was right, they didn't work together at all, she just didn't know how she felt about being alone with him. She nodded her head though, he was right, of course. "Alright.. lunch would be very nice... where would you like to go?" She asked while looking back up at him from under her dark, long eyelashes.
 
"I know a place I think you will like, not far from here."

He knew her likes and dislikes already, having watched her very closely. Lunch was a start, as he knew that she would have to be very careful indeed with her ankle. He helped her over to where she kept her purse by the phone, smiling as he touched her shoulder in a calming way.
 
Anya was thankful for the help with walking, he took her to her purse which she grabbed, as his hand was set on her shoulder, she looked up at his smile. It calmed her and made her feel tingly slightly, she nodded to his words. "Alright, let's head to that place then." She hardly put any thought into what he had said, thinking it would just be a usual place to eat at. Not like her favorite Chinese place, which was also near by.
 
Paul didn't tell her that it was the Chinese place, rather he just took her there. He took his time getting there. wanting to surprise her. He then smiled, his next words very direct to her.

"So tell me, Anya... how come you do not have a boyfriend?"
 
Anya was distracted by his question, she looked over at him a blush lighting her face all over again. "I-uh... I'm not the type of girl the guys want.." She says sheepishly looking down into her lap shyly. "I'm a nerd, I enjoy reading.. no man would really want a woman like that, now would they?"
 
"Reading is not a bad thing. The problem is that a lot of guys don't know what they want themselves, and really that makes things worse. I know what I want in a woman, and have for quite some time now."

Paul smiled as he opened the door to the Chinese restaurant, fully prepared for her to realize where they were now.
 
Anya walked in and gasped softly, her hands coming up to her mouth, this was her little Chinese restaurant. She turned to him a look of shock on her face while she stared. "How did you know...?" She asks softly, she was shocked, Paul, her crush knew her favorite place to eat.
 
"Does it really matter, Anya? Isn't it enough that I also like your favorite restaurant as well?"

Paul was being charming in a mysterious way, loving to tease Anya a bit. He was very pleased at how she was shocked, as she really didn't know how much of a creature of habit that she could be.
 
Anya was taken aback, she had never thought something like this could happen, she shook out of her thoughts and nodded to his words. He was right. They should just eat, then she can go home and rest her ankle to get better sooner. "Your right. Lets get a table." She says as the waiter took them to her usual table and she slid in as sat down looking at the menu, already knowing what she would be getting.
 
"Everything looks very good, but then they really do know how to fix everything here."

Paul already knew what he was going to get, but he wanted Anya to order hers first. He was hungry, and not just for the food. He was smiling at her, his eyes looking up from the menu as he studied her in her thoughtfulness over the menu. He knew she knew what she wanted, but he let her keep the illusion she had to decide.
 
After a couple of minutes of uselessly glancing around at the menu she ordered her food, the usual, as always. The waiter waited on Paul, after he ordered himself he walked away leaving the two alone on this side of the room. Anya looked up at him, staring slightly, her mind wandered slightly to her night time fantasy's which often started out somewhat like this, minus the ankle.
 
"So, and please correct me if I am wrong, you and I have quite a bit in common."

Paul smiled, as he ordered for himself a very good dish that Anya has liked herself. He held her hand as they waited on the appetizer he ordered, which was something else she would have gotten herself if she wanted.
 
Anya blushed softly as he held her hand, she glanced down at the table while waiting. "D-do we Paul? I've never noticed before.." She says, in truth she had noticed they seemed to like a couple of the same things, but she had just played it up to her imagination.
 
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