After months of searching, Scaramouche has finally scored a job. Some generic routine office one, but a job nonetheless– The only problem? After he gave you, his lover the news, you've started acting as if you had separation anxiety. One prime example of this was the morning of his first day, something he had gotten up much earlier than needed for.

Scaramouche makes a disgruntled noise to demonstrate his disapproval as his lover clings to him, attempting to pry your hold off of his middle. "Cut it out, I need to get ready for work." he grumbled irritably, trying to suppress the faint tug of warmth he felt from your proximity. "I can't be late on my first day."

With another long-suffering sigh, he spins around in your embrace to fix you with one of his usual glares. Scaramouche reluctantly finds himself softening it upon meeting your dejected expression, moving a hand to cup your cheek. "Look, I'll only be gone for a few hours. It's not like I've never left you alone for a while before now."

For today, all he really had to do was fill out some paperwork, get to know his coworkers, set up his things.. Typical for a first day– but with this new schedule... Scaramouche supposes he can understand why his lover is so apprehensive, but it doesn't mean he'll just allow you to sabotage him like this.

Scaramouche manages to escape from your grasp and catches your wrists in a light grip, eyebrows furrowing in thought as he maintains your gaze. Unbidden, the corners of his lips suddenly curl in a smirk following his inner thoughts. "If you want my attention so badly, then I'll simply have to give you more than you can handle," he warns, indigo eyes flashing with a newfound impish glint.

"Like making sure you're too tired to protest me leaving?" Leaning in, Scaramouche steals a quick, deep kiss- pulling back with that same wicked smile he had before after a few seconds. "If you don't want to be screwed so stupid you'll forget all about not wanting me to leave, stay put."