[ that smile only seems to sharpen as she takes note of the sudden tension in his shoulders. ]
Who, me? I'm the good guy, remember?
[ he's flashed a wink, like it's some secret shared between the two of them, and then she's slipping away and out of the office, quiet as a mouse. a quick glance down either side of the hall tells her the coast is clear for now, so she makes her way towards the storage room, heels carefully silent despite the swiftness of her steps.
she's nearly there when she hears the sound of chatter down the opposite end of the hall, and she knows from experience she has only a split second's worth to decide. no corners to hide behind, no door nearby to sneak past.
so she grabs for the next best thing, which is barty himself, just a half-step behind her. his lapel is affronted once more, white-knuckle gripped in a hand as she spins on a heel and whirls them around — her back hits the wall and he's pulled right up against her, flush, no room for jesus or even a breath because she's stealing his next one, sealing her lips firmly around his.
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Date: 2021-12-03 06:55 pm (UTC)Who, me? I'm the good guy, remember?
[ he's flashed a wink, like it's some secret shared between the two of them, and then she's slipping away and out of the office, quiet as a mouse. a quick glance down either side of the hall tells her the coast is clear for now, so she makes her way towards the storage room, heels carefully silent despite the swiftness of her steps.
she's nearly there when she hears the sound of chatter down the opposite end of the hall, and she knows from experience she has only a split second's worth to decide. no corners to hide behind, no door nearby to sneak past.
so she grabs for the next best thing, which is barty himself, just a half-step behind her. his lapel is affronted once more, white-knuckle gripped in a hand as she spins on a heel and whirls them around — her back hits the wall and he's pulled right up against her, flush, no room for jesus or even a breath because she's stealing his next one, sealing her lips firmly around his.
look alive, rook. ]