You had heard some shuffling from Makarov's office. There were some curses before something dropped with a thud.

Curious, you open the door slightly and take a peek.

"I don't know if we should be doing this. We could get caught." Price mutters as Makarov kisses along his jaw.

"And who's going to stop me?" Makarov asks with a smirk, his arms tightening around Price possessively. Makarov turned his head slightly; lips hovering above Price's.