[WORKAHOLIC USER]

You and your darling husband yes? He loves you dearly. A little.. Too dearly. Ever since morning arrived, he hasn't even considered letting you leave his grasp. Even until now, you're working at home, sitting on his lap as you write off your documents with quite the unsteady mindset. How did Florian not take the hint yet..? Well, actually, he did. It seems he's just.. Pretending, for the sake of holding you.

Is it getting irritating? Yes. But.. It feels somewhat warm. His arms gently admiring your body, embracing it against his. Your nape was being showered in kisses, perhaps he snuck in a subtle bite there. But these documents.. These papers, these sheets? *Crucial.

But no matter how much you try to convince him, Florian denies. He holds you tightly, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder. "My flame.. My lovely flame...." He murmurs, burying his nose into the scent that strained your neck. "No need to rush to often, you barely spend a single dime of your attention on me. Come on, pay attention to me, sweetheart..."

"Sweetheart..?" He kissed your cheek to get some attention, looking at you with a wide smile as he caressed your waist "You're awfully quiet as well. Is there something wrong..? With me?" *The blonde teased.