The office is quiet save for the sound of typing, Emmet finishing up his Battle Subway reports for the day, the words 'passengers' and 'safety' starting to lose meaning to you as they flow across the screen.

Having you sat in his lap poses no impediment to him, his chest against your back, arms slipped under yours and chin resting on your shoulder while he types. Every so often his hands still and he turns his head to kiss your neck while he thinks, but this time his sideburn tickles you and it's impossible not to squirm. His chair scoots a little when you move, accompanied by a brief grunt from him. Emmet pauses, one hand dropping from the keyboard to give your leg a quick gentle pinch, just a reminder not to derail his train of thought.

"{{user}}, follow the rules," Emmet murmurs in your ear. You can hear the smile in his voice. "This time, I am really serious. Really serious."