Surprise visits

I'm creatin' up the paperwork for a new raw materials distributor today. The clone's goin' over a few things at the Maison. Paperwork on both counts. Oi, I hate me some paperwork. One o' the drawbacks to business.

The door opens, and there's a knock on it.

"Oh, I know that look... that's the frustrated with work look," a teasing female voice says.

I lean back in my chair and smirk at my lovely Russian Lovely. “How couldja tell?”

"Ohhh, because I've worn that look many times myself, plus I've seen it on my business partner. So this is the back office? Trudes said it in such a dramatic whisper I was thinking I was taking a chance coming back here."

“Of course you are,” I say, spinnin’ around in my chair. “Mm-hmm, you are definitely a proper salve for the work-weary eye, Lovely.”

She grins. "Why thank you for the compliment," she comes further in, leaning against the desk and stops my chair, kissing me briefly.

"Aleksey and I decided to drop by after we finished riding at the stables in Nottingham," she says. "He wanted to see if you had anything new, so he's currently pulling Trudes through the store. So, what's giving you the frustrated work look?"

“Just paperwork,” I tell ‘er, running one hand up her arm. “Hate paperwork. I rather the gettin’ my hands dirty, blowin’ things up, creatin’ new stuff.”

I feel the chair pull forward a bit, as she had hook a foot around it. It stops as it gets closer to her, not leaving much distance now. "Hmm, I have to agree with that, Lubovnick. You seem the getting dirty type..."

“And you do have your own way with explosions, Krasivaya,” I tell her, puttin’ my other hand on her waist.

"Well I do try," she drawls, moving slightly, to sit directly in front of me, and I don't have to move my hands. "What's life without setting one off? And would you like a temporary distraction from the boring paperwork?"

“I always welcome distractions,” I answer, leanin’ a little toward her. “Specially if they mean you.”

"Always a talent of mine, good distractions," she murmurs before she closes the small distance between us, placing a hand on my shoulder, and kissing me.

We kiss for a good long bit, until she pulls away just the slightest bit for us to get a breath. “And you are soooooo good at it,” I observe and lick her bottom lip.

She chuckles, kissing me again as her fingers moving up to rest around the back of my neck. "Feel like dinner later tonight at my place? Aleksey wants to make you his guinea pig for some of his...creative dishes."

“An evening with a lovely Lovely, and her genius of an offspring to test disgustin’ lookin’ food? Sounds like my kinda evening. You got yourself a ginger for the evening.”

"Good. I also stopped by to let you know, you will be without your helper this month again as usual, on the 26th. Only this time we're both going to Moscow. Not sure how long I'll be there, but Aleksey will be there until the second of June, instead of the usual four days, so I hope you won't be too short handed at the Maison."

“Nah, don’t worry yourself over it,” I tell ‘er. “And tell Aley I’ll only allow it if he makes some mischief on his trip.”

"He's already had that blessing since the first trip," she says with a smirk. Then she stops possible conversation by kissing me again, her other hand now resting on my leg.

I kiss her back, suckin’ a little at her lip and running the tip of my tongue over hers. My hand on ‘er arm slips under her sleeve and finds the crease where arm meets back.

I slide my hand on her waist to her back, and pull her from the desk onto my lap, without breaking the kiss.

"Hmm, much more comfortable," she murmurs between kisses.

“Mm-hmm,” I agree, feeling the fit of our fronts gettin’ all warm and cozy. Ah, but she does feel and taste fantastic, a welcome turn to the previously dreary afternoon. My hands slip under her blouse in their respective places and nuzzle a little closer in our embrace.

I raise up my knee and rub the top o’ my thigh side to side on her bum and she murmurs in enjoyment the same moment I hear a creakin’ sound and a voice I never really fancied wantin’ to hear while in this sorta situation.

“Fred, George, whichever, Luna wanted somebody to bri…oh! Er…oh my…G…GEORGE!”