Broken Engines, Broken Hearts (Guillermo)

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Hiro laughed, wiping his face. "Man, make her wet, I don't like you like-"
Guillermo snickered as Rose punched Hiro, get almost no reaction, other than Hiro wrapping her own arms around her.
"Dude, get her."
"NO! No, no, no! Guillermo!" Rose squealed fearfully, trying to squirm away from Hiro's iron grasp.
"Don't do it, it was an accident!"
Hiro flipped her onto his shoulder, laughing.
"What do you want to hit first? Ass or head?"
He considered, aiming the hose.
Rose began to plead, putting on a sweet face. He melted instantly. "Guillermo, you're not gonna, are you?"
"Before you get lost in those eyes, Man, take a look at your name tag-" Hiro said, earning a feline-like snarl from Rose.
"Hiro, shut up!"
"-And ask yourself: To soak, or not to soak. Ask yourself quicker!"
Guillermo suddenly grinned devilishly and aimed the hose, using a quick horizontal swipe to soak her from top to bottom.
"Oops, sorry Rose. It slipped." His voice was apologetic, but his eyes held his old mischievous look.

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The water was freezing. That was the first thing that occurred to her. And then the burning feeling that came associated with water lately. She simply blamed that one on Bruja. As he hosed her, she stopped squirming, making her body as small as possible. When it was all over, Guillermo's voice loomed in contrition, though when she looked at him, Rose saw his eyes glitter in delight. "Oops, sorry Rose. It slipped."

Hiro set her down, laughing thickly, despite being soaked too. Oh, they were going to pay. They wouldn't know when. They probably wouldn't even know it was Rose until it was all over. But vengeance would be hers. Undoing her usual braids, she shook the water out of her thick hair, letting it fall around her in a mane of waves.It occurred to her, that this was one of those guy fantasies. Wasn't it? Attractive girl mechanic, soaked with water, cloths clinging to her tightly, leaving very little to the imagination, water dripping to all the places they couldn't see. Raising her eyebrow devilishly at Guillermo, her blue eyes glittered with the knowledge of this power. "Los accidentes ocurren." She replied, her voice almost husky, despite the shiver that wavered it. Ringing out her tank top, she tied it in a knot above her naval.

Despite the sexy persona she was having at the moment, Rose was cold and quite uncomfortable. Her body was wrapped up in a sea of goose bumps. But she wouldn't admit it. As far as they knew, she was just cherry pie. Stepping close to Guillermo, leaving about an inch in between them, his gasoline and citrus smell filling her nostrils, her eyes locked directly with his brown ones. "Can I get that back? Before you slip again." Impressed with her own self control to not dwell on the water trickling of his hair, or the way his jump suit clung to his arms, she wrapped her fingers around the hose, making sure to brush against his as she did so, and taking it from him.

"Hem hem, listen... I can go..." Hiro said, as if able to smell the swirling pheromones in the air.

Not looking away from Guillermo, she raised her eyebrow, as if asking him what he thought. But before he could give one answer or another, she shook her head in the negative. "No, I'm good. You good, Guillermo?" Her suggestive grin aside, she turned away from him, looking inside the car.

Hiro shook his head, walking back to the Monte Carlo. "Girl, the devil takes lessons from you..."

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Rose's blue eyes sparkled with an echo of revenge as she glared at them. Pulling on her hair ties, she shook her braids loose and combed through her hair with her fingers lightly.
Guillermo smiled at her dripping hair. Unfortunately, that dripping was streaming onto her shoulders and her tank top was soaked. His eyes lingered longer than they should have.
Raising her eyebrow devilishly at Guillermo, she rang out her tank top and tied it, exposing her stomach.
Holy hell. He had forgotten how much he liked her body.
"Los accidentes ocurren."
Damn her.
She stepped close to Guillermo, leaving about an inch in between them, and looked up. Her closeness, her smell, her eyes. It was too much to handle. His nerve endings screamed in desire. He gave her the once-over several times.
He strangled a moan of longing before it could surface. Goddamnit. This would be so much harder than he thought.
"Can I get that back? Before you slip again."
He allowed her to extract the hose from his hands, brushing the length of his fingers in the process.
"Hem hem, listen... I can go..." Hiro said, and Guillermo wished he would, breathing in the smell of Rose like it was cocaine.
Rose gave him a look, then shook her head at Hiro.
"No, I'm good. You good, Guillermo?"
She gave a devious smile and his eyes narrowed. Oh, that's how she wanted it, huh?
"Naw, I'm fine."
"Girl, the devil takes lessons from you..."
Guillermo grinned over at Hiro, then took off the jumpsuit.
"Sorry, but Dick is gonna have to dry for a while."
He stripped his t-shirt off as well, leaving his shorts and tennis shoes on. He went over to Hiro, quietly murmuring.
"Fucking hell, why does she do that?"
Hiro shrugged, then caught a glimpse of the scars covering Guillermo's chest and back, and the tattoo.
"Damn, dude! How did you get those?"
"Fights mostly. And I figure I could handle it if I got hurt in here."
He hung the shirt and jumpsuit over a pipe and returned to Rose, coming up behind her quietly.
"Que haciendo, chica?"
Guillermo asked, his voice low.

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"Naw, I'm fine." Guillermo answered, his eyes matching her in ferocity. This reminded her of what had originally made him so appealing to her. His anger. His control. His ability to keep up with her games as quickly as she could change them. "Sorry, but Dick is gonna have to dry for a while." Rose glanced at him, watching briefly as he began to strip down. Her eyes went to the task at hand, shrugging a little at him in response. He moseyed away, and Rose was let out a shivery breathe. It really was unfortunate, some times, being a girl. They could remove the majority of their cloths, in cases like this. She, however, was stuck. Frustrated, in more ways then one, she started the hose again, spraying the filth from the inside of the car.

So, Guillermo wanted to play. That was fine with her! She was the Queen of games! That's what had both liked and reviled about her, right? Her need to keep things interesting. Fine. He wanted to play, Rose was fucking game. Turning off the hose, she looked at what she had accomplished. "Que haciendo, chica?"

Her blood ran a little hot for a second, her cheeks flushing. But she reeled it in, grinning her wily grin. Instead, she leaned forward a bit, giving him a post card worthy view. "Well, ain't we a rebel?" She said, ignoring his question. "I'd avoid anything hot or wet if I were you." She looked at him over her shoulder, grinning. "Safety and all that."

Grabbing a rag, she started wiping away the mucky water that had formed in places, her smirk still in place.

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Stefano returned, looking at each of his coworkers. "What I miss?" He asked Hiro, as the hood of the Monte was closed.

"Oh, not much. Water fight and them two wanting to bone like a couple of rabbits on the Animal Planet." Stefano laughed, as he watched Rose stick her butt out at poor Guillermo. "Twenty bucks says they bang by the end of the day."

"Hm, I dunno man. They both got a lot of anger. I'd give em a week." Stefano put a twenty to match Hiro's on the hood of the car. Hiro nodded, putting down his own.

"Easy money." Hiro said, craning his neck to see them better. He mouthed to Guillermo, motioning with his hands. "Get Closer."

"I'mma make it forty, if your helping."

"Dude, where's your Usher CD?" Hiro said, not even listening.

"In my locker. And let's make it a good fifty, eh?"

Hiro's grin was mischievous, as he started to walk away to the lockers. "You're money, not mine."

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He watched her cheeks turn a little pink and he grinned smugly.
She leaned forward, inspecting her work.
Damn...
"Well, ain't we a rebel? I'd avoid anything hot or wet if I were you."
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes mischievous. She smiled.
"Safety and all that."
He swallowed, "Uh.. yeah, well..." He shrugged, trailing off.
She turned away, smirking and his eyes ran over her, darkening lustily.
Grabbing a rag, she started wiping away the mucky water that had formed in places, her smirk still in place.
Guillermo had to look away from her to try to get a hold of himself. He looked over at Hiro and Stefano, who were talking in hushed tones.
His eyebrows flew up and Hiro motioned for him to step nearer to Rose. He mouthed to Guillermo, motioning with his hands.
'Get Closer.' He mouthed and Guillermo rolled his eyes, chuckling.
Hiro's grin walked to the lockers, grinning at Stefano.
Looking back to Rose, he felt the desire build up again.
Why was she so beautifully sexy? Everything about her, even her crazy bitchiness drew him in.
Hell, he was powerless.
He did move nearer to Rose though, close enough that he was merely inches away, watching over her shoulder as she worked.

[ROSE MERCER]

She felt him get closer, despite a slight former awkwardness. Her nerves started to zing. I t was similar to when she ate lemonhead, but instead of her mouth being the only thing to tingle, it was her entire body. AS if to add to this, suddenly Usher's Nice n' Slow echoed through the garage. She looked over, seeing Hiro do what she supposed was a grind against some poor, invisible, girl; and it cut her tension in half with a laugh. "Stefano, a little help please." "I-I can't look away." He groaned, watching as Hiro got particularly into his little dance. Taking off her work gloves, Rose stuck her fingers in her mouth, giving a sharp whistle, and getting Stefano's attention. He popped the CD out of the CD player, causing Hiro to pout slightly. "What do you want to listen too, Baby?"

"Something I like." Rose shrugged, remembering Guillermo close to her. She watched him from the corner of her eye, as she put her glove back on. Discretion was important here, definitely. But damn, the way the remaining water trickled down his knicked and knacked body...

"I never really knew that she could dance like this
She make a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama? Bonita, mi casa, su casa"

She wanted to laugh a little, at Stefano's choice, but all the same, she sung along, he hips twisting a little with the music. "Oh baby when you talk like that // You make a woman go mad // So be wise and keep on // Reading the signs of my body." At first, she was dancing a little for her own benefit, being a Shakira fan. But, being a minx, Guillermo came to mind. She turned to him, leaning in close with the loud music as an excuse, and spoke in his ear. "I need the screwdriver with the yellow handle. Can you handle that?"

Her smirk was slightly condescending, slightly flirtatious; her eyes darting over to the tool box. But it wasn't as though him being that close to her wasn't having any effect on Rose. She felt hyper-aware of his presence: his eyes keeping tabs on her ever changing emotions, the way he licked his lips, or how his hands clenched and reclenched constantly. Little things that she had never really paid much attention too. But there was also the things that a Rose always noticed. His chin was freshly shaven, probably for the interview, and an intense urge to lean forward and kiss it had to be resisted. Biting her lip lightly, she felt her resolve waver.

"Hey Rose? We're going to lunch. We'll be back in an hour." Hiro came to her rescue, though he didn't realize, and she shrugged, returning to her work. Hiro's black eyes found Guillermo, his voice pointed. "EXACTLY one hour."

With that, the two removed their jumpsuits, and headed out, leaving Rose feeling quite alone with only desire to keep her company. Little did she know, they were not quite as alone as they thought they were. Hiro and Stefano watched discreetly from a window, watching their investments closely.

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Some music came on and Guillermo's eyebrow raised, glancing over to Hiro who was dancing with an imaginary "friend." He snickered, and Rose laughed as well.
"Stefano, a little help please."
"I-I can't look away." Stefano looked as if he would have this permanently etched into his brain. Taking off her work gloves, Rose stuck her fingers in her mouth, giving a sharp whistle. Stefano removed the cd.
"What do you want to listen too, Baby?"
"Something I like."
"I never really knew that she could dance like this
She make a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama? Bonita, mi casa, su casa"
She smiled and began to sing with it, her hips swaying with the beat.
"Oh baby when you talk like that // You make a woman go mad // So be wise and keep on // Reading the signs of my body."
He bit back a groan while she leaned close to him, speaking into his ear with a smirk, looking positively devious.
"I need the screwdriver with the yellow handle. Can you handle that?"
Rose's eyes flicked over his facial features and he sighed lightly. He stared into her blue eyes, analyzing every blink, glitter and movement.
He nodded and crossed over to the tool box, snatching it up. He subtly jabbed himself in the stomach with it.
Come on, man. It's just a girl.
No.
It wasn't just a girl.
It was Rose.
"Hey Rose? We're going to lunch. We'll be back in an hour. EXACTLY one hour." Hiro lifted his eyebrows at Guillermo, who rolled his eyes.
Guillermo watched them leave the room and sighed, attempting to brace himself and be professional. It was so hard with the music and water and all...
He came back over, handing her the screwdriver.
Someday, this girl was going to kill him..

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He handed her the screwdriver and she removed the battery terminal cables in silence, listening to the music. She could feel Guillermo watching intently, and wondered briefly if it was her that he was watching, or what she was doing. Neither answer would really please her, honestly. If he was watching what she was doing, she'd take it as a blow to her ego, being a sensitive creature. If he was watching her, then she'd be annoyed that he wasn't paying attention when she was supposed to be teaching him. Knowing nothing would please her, she decided not to investigate, instead handing him the scrapped pieces.

"I'd say they're about a year and a half old..." She said, picking one up and rubbing at the corrosion. "That's the thing about having a super car. If you don't bother to take care of it, perform the proper maintenance, then it'll start falling apart. Especially if a pendejo has no idea how to handle a car like this." Her voice had momentarily lost the traces of flirtation, taking on a more mentor-ish tone. After all, Guillermo learning this shit reflected upon her to her Uncle. "Just toss em. They're useless. Scraps are over in that bin."

As she turned away, her eyes went back to the dents, and she decided to wait until the song was over. Opening a bottle of water, she drank deeply, her hips suddenly swaying again as she swallowed, her favorite part of the song coming on. "Oh boy, I can see your body moving // Half animal, half man // I don't, don't really know what I'm doin // But you seem to have a plan" Feeling eyes on her, her eyebrow raised at Guillermo, as she took another drink, a few trickles falling down her chin. The first thing that came to mind to tell him, was to take a picture cause it would last longer. But they weren't in fifth grade here, that would be stupid. So instead, she spoke in a teasing voice, her eyes a little mean. "See something you like?"

Instantly she felt bad. She didn't want to make this more awkward for him. She was being mean, and it was unnecessary. Though she refused to apologize, she did decide to play nice. Of course, that was assuming, he played nice.

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Rose was working quickly and he focused on her hands, nearly straining to keep his eyes away from her body.
Ugh.
"I'd say they're about a year and a half old...That's the thing about having a super car. If you don't bother to take care of it, perform the proper maintenance, then it'll start falling apart. Especially if a pendejo has no idea how to handle a car like this. Just toss em. They're useless. Scraps are over in that bin."
She knew what she was doing. She could teach a class on car repair. He took the scraps from her and brought them to the bin. He returned, watching her gulp water and rotating her hips to the song again.
"Oh boy, I can see your body moving // Half animal, half man // I don't, don't really know what I'm doin // But you seem to have a plan"
She caught him staring and raised her eyebrow.
"See something you like?"
He wanted to snarl at her.
No shit. Of course he liked his view.
He wouldn't let her have the upper hand.
Shrugging, he smirked at her.
"I've seen better."

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He glared momentarily, before it formed a curious smirk, with an added nonchalant shrug. "I've seen better."Oh no the fuck he did not.

Her eyes flashed dangerously, her jaw squaring. So much for her playing nice if he did. So he wanted a battle, alright, he'd have a battle. "Oh really? Have you?" He wouldn't know what hit him, if this was the game he wanted to play. Taking another drink, Rose crossed over to him, standing at her full height. He still managed to tower over her, though she thought she had the upper hand as she gave him her most devastatingly sultry look. "Um... Socialmente aceptable?" Laughing, she drained her water bottle, tossing it in the scrap bin, and turning on heel.

He was lying, she knew it. Or... perhaps not. Maybe he had seen better. With her back to him, she checked her figure, wondering if something was amiss. She was slender, sure, not every guys taste. Lithe, if you wanted to spin it in more positive light. But it wasn't like she was without curves. No, he was bluffing. He totally wanted her, she had seen it in his eyes. Guillermo just wanted to be an asshole, was all.

He wanted to get to her.

Over Rose's dead body would that happen.

Removing her gloves, she tossed them aside, grabbing her lunch pail, and headed to the technical employee's lounge that was almost never used. It was small, with a pea soup green fridge, two vending machines (one with snacks, one with soda), and a small folding table with some chairs. Sitting at the table, she wondered if she would be eating alone, and if she wanted it that way or not.

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Her blue eyes flashed dangerously and his breath caught in slight fear.
"Oh really? Have you? Um... Socialmente aceptable?"
She advanced with a very sexy look to her and he flushed at the memory of what he had said when they had first met.
She spun away from him, chuckling and tossing her bottle in the bin.
Rose took off her gloves and walked out of the room.
Seriously? She just left him there?
He followed her into the other room, sitting across from her at the table.
"Well, hey now. Didn't mean to get your panties in a bunch, Princess."
He smirked, leaning on the table towards her, his eyebrow raising.

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As she opened her bag of chips, he walked in the room. Still shirtless, still handsome, still charming, still a dick. Sitting at the table, Rose watched with a faint scowl as he leaned forward, grinning. "Well, hey now. Didn't mean to get your panties in a bunch, Princess." What. An. Asshole. Was that Princess comment supposed to be cute. What? He thought he was good looking, so he could just be a dick all over the place.

Leaning forward, meeting him halfway at the table, she smirked meanly at him. "Oh that's cute." She mimicked his confident tone. "You think you have some sort of effect on my panties. I don't know whether to laugh or cry." Making a false pout face, she popped a chip in her mouth.

What a lie that was. Even staring at him, with his smug grin and cumin skin, she knew deep down she was a sucker for him. There was something so infuriatingly sexy about him, something attractively ass-ish.

She wanted him to get away from her. To never leave her ever. To accept that maybe they just weren't meant to be. To never give up fighting for her, even when it was she he was fighting.

Rose didn't pull back in her seat, oh no. She wasn't going to concede first. This was all highly reminiscent of when they first met, though a bit meaner. More fear. More passion. She lifted her copper eyebrow, as if telling him it was his move.

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She also leaned forward, giving a cold smirk.
"Oh that's cute. You think you have some sort of effect on my panties. I don't know whether to laugh or cry."
His jaw locked and he gave her a slight glare.
He suddenly smirked triumphantly, laying his hands on the table and resting his chin on them.
"I happen to recall that I did. Actually, quite a strong impact."
Guillermo smiled at her, looking up at her from under his eyelashes.
God, she was so beautiful and frustrating. She was putting up this fight just so that she could say she won.

[ROSE MERCER]

It was like a tennis match from hell, and he could always counterstrike her. Her rested his chin on his hands, which were in turn resting on the table. Taking this as a small concession on his part, she sat back, chewing on a chip. "I happen to recall that I did. Actually, quite a strong impact."

"'Quite a strong impact', you say?" Rose gave a cruel laugh, swallowing the chip. Standing up, Rose crossed over to his side of the table, pushing him against the back of the chair, straddling him. This was so incredibly evil of her, which she was aware of. But he wouldn't get the better of her dammit. Grinding into him, she let her lips hover over his, giving a soft little moan. He smelled so FANTASTIC. And he was so warm. She wanted to let her lips touch his, but Rose couldn't. No, she was going to win this. Grabbing his jaw, she turned his face, breathing gently into his ear. "Oh, Guillermo-" She sighed, her hands lacing in his hair, her back arching slightly pressing her chest into him.

That was enough of that.

Feeling she had made her point, she raspberried into his ear, not too loud, or with too much spit, just enough to know that she wasn't serious. Rose released his face, but didn't get off from him, smirking smugly. "Sound familiar?" She really should get off from him. She could feel the desire building in her, torturing her. But Guillermo would not, COULD NOT, know that.

So she stayed put.

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"'Quite a strong impact', you say?"
She stood, laughing hollowly and roughly pushing her chair back. She advanced quickly and before he knew it, she was straddling his lap, pushing him into his chair. Stunned and pleased, he raised his eyebrows, before she began to grind and let her lips taunt him. He swallowed and willed himself to hold on to the shred of restraint he still had. Grabbing his jaw, she turned his face, breathing gently into his ear.
"Oh, Guillermo-" She sighed, her hands lacing in his hair, her back arching slightly pressing her chest into him.
He breathed in sharply.
She raspberried softly and smirked, pulling back a little to show him her challenging stare.
Oh HELL no.
"Sound familiar?"
His eyes lost the playful look and took on an evil that rivaled hers.
"Not really."
He pushed her from him and stood, pinning her to the wall, his head nuzzled into her neck.
Guillermo pulled her body closer as he swept his tongue lightly over her collarbone, earning a real gasp and moan from her, rather than her exaggerated ones before.
"Now THAT one I recognize."
He pulled away from her, giving a bastard-like wink and returning to his seat.
Not only was this to show that he was unaffected by her, but more because he didn't trust himself to be too close to her for too long. Her scent and eyes and voice were intoxicating.