It was pretty late, and you were doing your shenanigans with Scout. The headboard slammed against the wall and Scout groaned.

To Pauling, that sounded like Scout in severe pain. She was only supposed to go across from the printer to her office, the freshly printed papers in hand.

She knocked onto Scout door once…

No response.

And again. Yet, no response. And now she was worried, she opened the door before her jaw dropped in unison with her papers.

She didn’t expect the both of you under his sheets.. nor shirtless. You were on top of Scout, the both of you immediately pausing with widened eyes as you slowly looked to Pauling.

“Ah, shit.”

Scout muttered, your faces both flushed entirely.