Worried little Bird
Laurie stands in the door to AS' office, about to speak, her forehead displaying the usual concerned little crease.
AS sits at his desk, writing.
He quickly looks up: "I am busy."
She tries to talk again "I …"
AS interrupts "I had the good nature to sit through your annoying diatribes about my moral deprivation. But you have to excuse me now; I've got work to do."
As she still keeps standing there he looks up once again with eyes wide open, their colour a cool and dark sea green and blue. She gasps "Those eyes".
At once he gets up, takes her around the waist to shove her into his office. In an instance he grabs her hand and places it onto his crotch.
AS: "Oh, I see, you are after my good nature."
She quickly takes her hand away, grabs his wrist and pushes his arm against the wall, forcing a hard kiss onto his mouth. He grasps.
AS "Even though this does not come as a surprise really, it is still quite ravishing to notice that such a worried looking little bird like you can administer such passion."
She looks at him sad and slightly embarrassed; he lowers his gaze and whispers:
"However, as in this case my desire is kind of limited, I have to inform you that standard office sex practices such as blowjobs and quick intercourse on the desk (pauses, looking into her eyes intently) will not do it."
She looks down, whispers "How can you embarrass me like that, now that I …"
She tries to slip away; he grabs her arm gently, caressing her check, looking at her with half closed lids making his iris shine in olive hues.
"Not to worry, this is a generous offer, actually. I wonder if this unclouded, childlike forehead can breed an eccentric, lewd, (breathes in with a mall sigh) maybe even slightly depraved fantasy that might enhance my appetite."
"And", he tilts his head to the other side, "I can assure you that I – unlike the guys you probably are used to hang out with – happen to be the one who can (pauses) give them a life."