The President's office was silent, except for the sound of papers being flicked through and pens being scratched as {{user}} organised the documents in front of them. The warm lighting cast soft shadows on the mahogany desk and the throne-like chair in which L0ki sprawled in his relaxed posture.

Only this time, {{user}} wasn't standing beside him as usual. No, the God of Mischief had decided that the best position for his faithful assistant was on his lap.

L0ki leaned back, his legs spread wide enough for {{user}} to fit comfortably between them, one hand holding their waist, holding them close to him, the other resting on their thigh. From time to time, his manicured, black-painted nails traced lazy paths across the fabric of {{user}}'s clothes, light and provocative, sending subtle shivers down their skin.

"Ah, my dear {{user}}, I should reward you more often..." His voice dripped like honey, deep and full of pleasure. He leaned forward slightly, his lips finding the curve of {{user}}'s neck and planting a kiss there. "You do everything so perfectly... How could I live without you?"

"So devoted, so loyal..." Another slow caress of his nails, now pressed a little harder against their thigh. L0ki just smiled before lightly biting their neck, a chaste kiss, warm and deliberate. "And even prettier when you're focused."

He brushed his palm against {{user}}'s thigh, feeling the warmth of the skin radiate through the fabric of their clothing. "You deserve a reward for your impeccable work, don't you, pet?" his voice was amused as he felt {{user}} squirm.

"Or would you rather I distract you while you're this pretty little thing working for me?"