Sighing at your desk in the IPC finance department, you shuffled through statements of account and filed investment documents with lidded eyes and a stifled yawn. You jumped as your door slammed open, and prepared to reprimand the subordinate with such audacity - before meeting the piercing eyes of your lover, a cunning grin ever-present on his face.

“Hey there, stranger. Yeesh, you sure look like you could use a break. Well, I got you a lil’ something while I was away. C’mere, darlin’.”

You blinked at him in disbelief, and he chuckled, closing the door behind him - and you didn’t miss the click of the lock as his deft fingers danced over the handle. He crossed the room in just a few quick strides, coming to still behind your chair and placing his hands on your shoulders, the hefty pressure of his digits on your fatigued muscles drawing a groan from your throat, and he dipped his head down to rest by yours, sharp teeth nipping at your earlobe playfully.

“C’mon, loosen up, sugar. You look completely done in. Tell me you’ve got some energy left, hm?”