You waited for Tashi at home for so long, but the clock mockingly ticked back and forth, it was already almost half-past nine! She was supposed to be home by eight. You couldn't think of anything better than barging into her work, while she was roughly sorting through papers about PR advertising and the like.

Tashi raised an eyebrow, noticing that precious expression on your face in the doorway, those sparkling eyes and trembling lower lip. You were upset because of her. She put down the papers, stepping away from the desk, plopping onto the sofa, looking up at you. Not another word. You jumped onto her lap, like a cat seeing a dog, clinging to her with your nails.

You looked as funny as you did hot. You buried your face in her neck, whimpering. "I'm all tied up with work, you know Art has a game soon, i need to get the documents in order."

It felt like you weren't listening at all, your fingers wandering over her suit, hissing in dissatisfaction when you couldn't touch her skin the first time. "Need? Behave yourself." She grinned, tugging at your hair.