Those Old emotions

*Levi*

"Oh God, that was the most awkward and uncomfortable cast meeting I have ever been to," Joel groans as we walk down to the cafeteria to get some lunch a couple of hours later.

I look at him, running a hand through my hair. "What are you talking about, Joel? I found both Angela and Willa to be very sweet and easy to work with."

"I think you're finding Willa more than sweet and easy to work with. For God's sake, the sexual tension could almost be cut with a knife, and I feel like having a cigarette," Joel huffs. "Even if you hadn’t told me, I would know you two have a past."

I bite my lip. Is he right? Okay, I might have flirted a bit, but it hadn't been that bad, I'm sure of that… almost. I am single at the moment, and when I am, I tend to flirt a bit when there's a pretty female around, no harm in that. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really, Levi? Are we going to pretend you weren't mentally ripping off her clothes and eye-fucking her brains out? And that she wasn't practically moaning every time she looked at you? Fuck, I have had half a hard-on all morning listening to you two," he rolls his eyes.

I take a deep breath. Okay, I probably can't deny she still has kind of the same effect on me that she had back then. "Well, what do you want me to do about it, Joel?"

"Levi, for everyone's sake, forget lunch and just go fuck her on a desk somewhere. I would appreciate it if I don't have to witness more of that, after all, we are making a kid's show, not a sleazy half-p**n," he says, chuckling. "Or reel it in, but I have a feeling that won’t happen."

Now I am the one rolling my eyes. I can't just do that. I don't do things like that, and who says she is even interested? She might be in a relationship or married with three kids. "Maybe I should go talk to her."

"Call it whatever you want, Levi, just do something," he says and walks on as I turn around to try and find Willa. We just need to clear the air. Maybe just to put an end to what was never really ended back then.

As I walk down the hall looking for her office, I am thinking back to the first time I met Willa and my reaction to her then. No girl had ever made me feel like that before.

15 years ago:

"Uhm, Emma, I was thinking, you know Willa... Uhm, is she all alone besides her mother?" I have pulled my sister aside before dinner. Something about Willa makes me want to know more about her.

Emma giggles at me. "Oh God, not you too. No, Levi, she doesn't have a boyfriend, if that's what you're asking, right? And she thinks you're totally hot for some weird reason."

"She does? Did she say that?" I look at my sister, forgetting to play it cool for a second. I have just never felt an instant attraction to anyone like this before.

She shakes her head and walks away. "Pretty much, and she was practically dripping on the floor looking at you, so yeah, she does. Go get her, tiger."

I smile to myself, but is it okay for me to try something? She is vulnerable, and I'm going back to school tomorrow afternoon. However, I'll be back for summer break in three weeks' time, and I'll be home for a couple of months.

"Hey, Levi." My sister calls out, and I look up at her.

"What, Emma?"

She sends me a mischievous grin. "Please sneak into her room, okay? Your room is right next to mine, and I don't want to listen to you two having sex all night."

I grab a pillow from the couch, throwing it after her. I wouldn't do something like that, would I? I'm not the kind of guy who does things like that.

But I have to admit, the idea gets me just a bit excited, so much so that I decide to go for a run and, after that, take a cold shower, to be ready for dinner.

Back to present day:

"Come in," I hear Willa's voice call from her office, and I snap back from my memories and open the door.

But the feeling of the memories is still coursing through me, clouding my mind and maybe my judgment.

She looks up and seems a bit surprised to see me walk in and close the door behind me. "Oh, hi Levi, is there something you need?"

"You. I need you, Willa." Oh shit, I didn't even know I was going to say that, but now I feel it in my entire body. I have some deep need to reclaim her that I don't even understand myself. Maybe thinking about our first meeting kind of switched something on inside me.

She blinks a couple of times while looking at me as she gets up from her chair. Her eyes are blown wide, but they also go dark with desire, and her breath hitches. Then she shakes her head. "Levi, you can't just walk in here and say something like that."

"Why not? It's the truth. Don't tell me you don't feel it too." I walk slowly towards her, and she backs up, but she can't get far before being cornered by her own desk.

She just shakes her head again, but I know she feels it. Her eyes give her away. Hell, Joel felt it; for some reason, she just doesn't want to admit it. "No, Levi, what we had was a long time ago and just a stupid childish infatuation."

"Funny, I don't remember that night as either stupid or childish. I remember it as pretty hot. Please tell me if my memory deceives me." I am right in front of her now.

She presses herself back against the desk, looking defiantly up at me through her lashes, and somehow this just fuels the desire running through me. I am practically ready to follow Joel's advice and throw her up on that desk, having my way with her. Honestly, I hardly recognize myself right now.

"Please don't do this, Levi," she says, clearly looking for a way out, but there isn't one, and I grab her slim waist, lifting her up onto the desk. My hands run slowly down to grab her thighs, spreading her legs to step in between them.

It isn't that she is actually scared or that she feels violated. If I had sensed that in any way, I would have stepped down. It's more like a game, like she doesn't want to admit her own desires.

"What are you scared of, Willa?" I whisper as I run my nose along her jaw until I reach her ear. I can hear my voice is a bit raw, and I can feel her shudder. When I bite softly down on her earlobe, she moans deeply.

My hands run into her hair, grabbing a tight hold, and she whimpers. "Oh Willa, I don't know what it is you do to me. I can't stop wondering if you feel the same, if you sound the same... hell, if you taste as good as my memory tells me."

At that moment, the door opens, and I snap back to myself, almost jumping back. Willa jumps off the table, almost running for the door. "Come on, Angela, let's get that lunch now."

I stand there, looking after her. Whoops, this didn't exactly help with the tension or frustration.

Fuck, what just happened here? This is not how I normally act, not at all actually. I think the shock of seeing her again, and realizing that my feelings haven't died after all these years, threw me for a loop.

I know now that I need to have her back, but it seems it's going to take more work this time around, and I probably only complicated it.