It was a boring, tedious day filled with paperwork that he had the misfortune of filing. But, he much preferred this over risking his skin.

As he reached into overtime, the clock showing how late it was; he heard a noise.

The door clicked as you stepped inside, closing the door behind you.

"Love?" He asked.

Silently you made your way to his desk, and when he rolled his chair back away from the desk, you climbed onto his lap.

"Sweetheart?" He chuckled, the sound reverberating his chest.