Rufus walked into his office, fully intent on sitting down and doing the mountain of paperwork on his desk, when he noticed something out of place. A distinctly red-headed something. That particular something had been in his bed last night, but that was different. That was the bedroom, this was the office.
"Reno…"
"Boss…"
"What are you doing," Rufus said between his evenly spaced breaths, "In my chair?"
"Sittin'. Admirin' the view."
Rufus' eyes slit at his Turk. His dearly beloved (in the none marital way) Turk. "Out."
"Noooo…"
"Out of my chair, Reno. Act like a professional."
"Boring. I'd rather act like me."
Rufus closed his eyes and mentally started counting to ten. "Reno, you already flout the rules of this company with your hair, color and length, your sloppy decorum, your occasional drunk attendance, and-"
"The fact that I'm sleeping with you. I know that, all of it, and I'm still not moving."
Rufus sighed. "Fine. Then lean back a bit."
"Wha…?"Reno leaned back, scooted up against the back of the chair and watched as Rufus sat down in between his legs. "B-Boss?"
"I have work to do."
Reno nodded and nuzzled against Rufus' neck. "Gotcha…"