"Eric! Please, not just now: I'm working"
"Aw, c'mon, y'know ya like it~" Eric said quietly, kissing at my jaw again.
"Eric! Will is going to go mad if he catches us. And people are watching"
"Yeah, well, who cares? They think it's sweet. An' our Will has his own li'le office encounters sometimes"
We both looked over at Grell, who was working quietly, for once.
"Ya still gonna meet me after work? Want me t' go straight there or wait at home?" Eric asked, sitting back down at his desk.
"I've not really any reason to go home, so I'll just meet you there when I'm finished. Is that ok?" I answered, glancing back at my paperwork.
"Yeah, yeah, course. Ya better turn up. Not gon marry ya paperwork instead, are ya?"
"Oh Eric, when have I ever let you down before? I'll be there. If I'm more than fifteen minutes late, then you can just assume I've been kidnapped or something. I'll always keep to our plans. Surely you know that by now?"
"Yeah, yeah, jus' checking" he smiled at me and then sighed at his work. "What are the chances of you doing this for me?"
"None, not today. I've got my own to do. You should really do it yourself"
"Fine, fine. You're turning into Will, ya know…"
We worked in silence for a little while, the only sound between our desks being the scratching of our pens on paper.
"Hey Alan~"
I looked up and Eric suddenly tickled under my chin, making me squeak and giggle.
"Eric, don't! You know how ticklish I am!" I stood up and backed away from him, but caught my foot on the leg of my chair and tripped, falling onto my back on the floor.
Eric pinned me down with my hands above my head, tickling me mercilessly, even though the rest of our office were watching and laughing – and cheering Eric on.
"Stop it!" I squeaked. "It tickles too much!"
I lost it, barely able to breathe as he tickled me, laughing even though he was hurting a bit. He was naturally rough and I was bound to end up with red finger marks all over.
It wasn't long before the door to William's office opened.
"For goodness sake; you should all be working!"
He marched over to us.
"Slingby, stop torturing poor Alan and get back to work" he half snapped.
Reluctantly Eric stood up, holding his hands up in a cocky mock-surrender and returning to his desk with eyebrows raised. I remained on the floor, still giggling feebly.
"Are you alright?" William asked gently.
I nodded, sitting up and taking his offered hand to help me to my feet/
"Good. Go on, back to work. Oh and please try not to be knocked out of your seat again by our blond menace, there's a good boy"