Accidentally Amy(17)

He shrugged and seemed chill about it. “Maybe. Let’s go.”
“How do I, um,” Izzy said, feeling a little foolish. “Embark?”
That made his smirk return, only this one was a little bit filthy. His dark eyes were all over her when he said, “I’m going to lie down, and then you can climb on top of me. Cool?”
She couldn’t manage words, so she just nodded.
Blake effortlessly dropped to the floor, lying on his stomach with his hands under his shoulders. Izzy got down on her knees, at his side, and got the giggles because of the ridiculousness. Six people stood around them, Nerf guns in hand and trained on them, while she tried to figure out the best way to mount her boss’s boss.
“We can do this, Iz,” Blake said, giving her a face full of confidence.
“That’s twice,” she said, quietly so no one else could hear, “That you’ve said my real name.”
“Well, hop on and make me say it again when we win.”
He didn’t mean that suggestively, did he? She knew the answer, but he just made her so fucking aware of him. She said breathlessly, “Okay - boarding.”
Izzy climbed onto his back, her legs on his legs, her chest on his back. Josh handed her the tennis ball, and she lowered her face to Blake’s ear and said, “Are you good?”
“Fine,” he said, his voice tight, “Let’s do this.”
“Okay,” Josh said, gleefully, the little prick. “On 3, 2, 1 - let’s go!”
Blake started, and Izzy gave the ball a tiny bounce as Josh’s friends unloaded their guns. Blake did pushups faster than she would’ve imagined, and she carefully gave the ball another bounce, glad he’d had a solid plan. The ball was right there, in front of her, so as long as she kept the bounces small and controlled, they might pull it off.
The Nerf bullets were annoying, but light enough where they just kind of bounced around. She asked, “You doing okay, Blake?”
“Never better,” he said in time with the pushups, and it almost felt like he meant it. His pushups were so smooth, fast and flawless that she stopped feeling guilty about her weight on him; obviously he could handle it.
“It’s totally unfair,” Josh said to his friends as they scrambled to reload their guns, “That this particular challenge was drawn when Izzy brought the fucking Witcher to our party.”
Izzy kept her concentration on the tennis ball, but she was impressed as hell as he pounded out the pushups. When he reached 40, she started getting excited. Holy shit - they were going to win a physical challenge! The group started counting loudly, shooting and reloading faster and directing their aim at Izzy’s face once it became clear that Blake was unshakable.
She was the weakest link.
When they hit fifty, Blake collapsed face-down on the floor with Izzy lying on top of him. She started laughing and said into his ear, “You’re a damn hero, Mr. Chest. Now say my name.”
He started laughing while gasping, still face down, and groaned Izzy! at the top of his lungs.
She smiled and nodded. “That’s right, baby. You say it.”


    Blake
“It seems like a different night than when you rescued me.”
“Yeah.” Blake pulled his keys out of his front pocket as Izzy walked him to his car. The party had just broken up after a very painful-looking rock-paper-scissors battle to determine which loser would end up on the billboard, and the residential street was incredibly quiet. “It’s been a surreal few hours.”
“I warned you,” she laughed, and Blake just looked straight ahead, not looking at her. He couldn’t. Because what he’d learned while playing the world’s most ridiculous game was that the way she wrinkled her nose when she laughed made him…distracted.
He’d found himself staring, watching her, just waiting for the charming little crinkle. Like a fucking idiot.
“Yes, you did,” he said. “I have no regrets, but now that I know, I appreciate what you tried to do.”
He cleared his throat and stopped at his car.
“Listen. Blake.” She set her hand on his arm, a wordless request for eye contact. He looked at her – damn, she was short – and she grinned. “Thanks a lot for saving me from the storm. You have no idea how badly I was freaking out when you arrived.”
“No problem,” he said, his eyes getting caught on the bow of her upper lip.
“It’s probably my buzz talking,” she said, and Blake felt a rush of satisfaction when her nose crinkled, “But even after cracking my head open, I had a great time tonight.”
He had to smile at that. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I did, too.”
“I know everything with us is all tied up in work restrictions – and that’s fine,” Izzy said, “but since we’re both a little tipsy, there’s something I want to say.”
Blake wasn’t the slightest bit tipsy. He’d had one beer at her apartment while she’d showered, and that was it. But he also wasn’t about to correct her when he was dying to hear what she had to say, so he just said, “Okay.”
Was her upper lip different than everyone else’s upper lip? What was it about that tiny little valley that made him marginally-obsessed? He couldn't keep his eyes off of it.
“I absolutely know that we cannot, um, have any sort of romantic relationship.” Her mouth fell a little open and she blinked fast, awkwardly adding, “I mean, not relationship, I don’t mean relationship, like you want a relationship, I just mean--”