bemusedbicycle:

I apologize for the delay, the finale ruined my life. Also, I haven’t written these two goons in a bit so I am very sorry if it doesn’t live up to expectation.

Rated M for some shenanigans, if you’re catching what I’m pitching.

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Chapter 7

“This is not-” She cuts off when he noses forward, fingers lightly gripping her waist through her cocktail dress. They are still tucked away in the little room off of the main lobby and it’s inappropriate on so many levels. If anyone saw - any of the hundreds of corporate donors, or the media, or a fan, or an idiot with a cell phone -

“This is not what we should be doing.”

He chuckles, low and dark and she feels it echo in her stomach, twisting and curling with a ferocious heat.

“On the contrary, lass.” She rolls her eyes at his very pirate turn of phrase. Idiot. “This is exactly what we should be doing.”

She sways into his touch, closes her eyes and breathes in - and then promptly snaps out of it. She pushes against him hard but he remains glued to her side, invading her space as usual. “No, what you should be doing is charming the pants off of donors and making our organization look good.” She pokes him hard in the chest and he pouts.

“But what if I want to charm the pants off of you?”

He catches her hand in a snicker as she raises it to smack against him, fingers caressing. She rolls her eyes, even as a hot blush climbs her cheeks.

“You’re an idiot.” She seethes.

He leans closer, nose brushing hers. “You like it.”

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