This is established fem!EnglandxRussia.
"Braginsky, what are you doing in my office?" Dr. Kirkland asked as she shut the door to her office. She faced the trespasser with crossed arms and an unimpressed look. He only shrugged.
"I'm enjoying the lumbar support of your chair," he said with a smile, leaning back in her chair.
"Why can't you enjoy your chair?" she asked, "Oh that's right, you haven't earned a nice chair like I have."
He snorted, "Only because you have a competent intern. Even if he is the most annoying-,"
"Mr. Jones," she interrupted, "does his job and has yet to break any rules. Despite your complaints, I'm not going to get rid of him."
"Then do I get your chair?" he asked.
"You'll get one when you finally get a new and competent intern. You can't be nice to the boy forever," she told him, walking around to stand in front of her co-worker.
"He's just a little slow," he said with a shrug.
"Two weeks isn't just slow, Braginsky," she told him kindly.
"I can get all the work done, Kirkland," he assured her.
"You can, but you have an intern so you don't have to," she reminded him, tapping his nose lightly.
"Can you be my intern then?" he asked, leaning forwards and settling his hands on her waist.
"No, I've got a degree," she responded, "and I like my pay."
"That's too bad," he said, pulling her closer, "We'd work so well together."
"We do work well together, or have you forgotten that we work on the same project?" she asked, running a hand through his hair, behind his ear, settling on his neck.
"Never, Kirkland," he said, grinning at her.
"Good," she said, pressing a kiss against his cheek. He moved before she pulled away, kissing his way from her cheek to her lips. She let him continue, returning the kisses. She settled onto his lap, knees to the sides of his hips, glad she had worn pants. They paused when they heard a knock on the door.
"Dr. Kirkland, you're not trying to make a second kid with Dr. Braginsky are you?" they heard his ask through the door, "'Cause that's what it sounds like from out here."
Braginsky sighed, and Kirkland began to laugh quietly, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You guys still aren't married yet you know," he added after they hadn't responded.
"He doesn't know we eloped two weeks ago?" Braginsky asked quietly.
"Don't call our wedding an elopement," she said, patting him a little harder than necessary on the chest, "and no he doesn't."
"I'm a little disappointed. He's so nosy, I'd expect him to know by now," he said, tilting his head.
"Well, I'm not planning on giving it away. It's none of his business," she said, sitting up straight.
"By the way, are you picking up the little sunflower today?" he asked, ignoring Mr. Jones knocking again.
"Yes, I'm picking our baby girl," she said, ruffling his hair, "because my intern is competent enough for me to get out at a decent hour."
"It's not my intern knocking on your door though," he pointed out, pressing another kiss to her lips.
"Why would your intern ever knock on my door?" she asked as she stood up, "Yours is probably knocking on your door."
"Why don't I go and see?" he asked, standing as well.
"Yes, let Mr. Jones in on your way out," she told him as he moved past her.
"Of course," he said, pressing one last kiss onto her cheek. He opened the door and left, allowing Mr. Jones to come in.
"You know you guys should really stop doing that," he said, not masking his irritation.
"Have you had a significant other recently, Mr. Jones?" she asked as she took a seat in her chair. Her husband had adjusted it to suit him, and she knew he'd done it to annoy her.
"No, not recently," he answered, giving her a strange look.
"Then I shall have to ask you not to give me relationship advice. Now, what is it you want?" she asked.
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