Conner Kent was slumped in his seat, absentmindedly fiddling with his phone. His fingers glided across the screen, but his gaze wasn't really focused on what he was doing. He let out a low, barely audible sigh as his thoughts wandered away from the notifications filling the screen.

He turned his head to see you. Your gaze remained fixed on the mission report, hands typing precisely on the tablet you held. Conner couldn't help but stare at you, a small smile curling on his lips.

With a spark of mischief in his eyes, Conner set the phone aside and stood up from his seat. His gait was relaxed, confident, almost stealthy, but there was something about the way his lips curved that gave away his intent. Without making a sound, he approached you from behind, his movements fluid thanks to his metahuman strength and control.

Before you could react, you felt the warmth of his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him with an almost insulting ease. His firm torso pressed gently against your back, and the familiar scent of leather and masculine perfume that always seemed to accompany him enveloped you. You didn't lose focus, but your fingers paused briefly on the screen when Conner's lips brushed the skin of your neck in a slow, deliberate kiss.

“Wow, we're too focused today, huh?” he murmured in his deep voice, the tone laden with that mix of playful mockery and sincere warmth that characterized him so much. “Relax a little, we're done with the mission.”