Reever took her completely by surprise. He knew it. Hell, he took himself by surprise, but he had to admit, somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd been wanting to do this for a while now.
He watched her blink her eyes at him as he pulled away to lick his lips. They weren't the least bit dry, but he was nervous like a teenager on his first date. Miranda could slap him at any moment, scream sexual harassment and have him lose his job. At worst, she could tell him she had no interest in him.
"W-what was that for?" she asked. Reever knew what type of answer she expected. Whether it was a mean joke, a weird experiment or just because he developed feelings for her, no reason would suit her. Reever wasn't much of a liar, though. All he could do was tell her the truth.
"I wanted to." Oh man, how he wanted to. Nobody knew the images that ran through Reever's head at night when he finally managed to leave the office. The fact that he kept waking up with a stiff cock really didn't make it better either.
"You can't… don't… wouldn't…" He could see Miranda wincing at any idea of her being attractive to anybody. Reever really couldn't blame her though. The woman did live with a clock for company.
"I can… did… would…" Reever breathed in response as he ran his hand along her neck. Miranda had soft skin, pale like porcelain. He loved it even if she looked like she could use some time in the sun. "I'll do it again."
He dipped his head to slip his tongue into her mouth as soon as she opened it to disagree. The more he kept her mouth occupied, the less complaining he had to deal with.
Miranda lifted up her arms as if she was going to smack him across the face, but instead wrapped them around his neck with her fingers tangling into his hair. The little moan that accompanied the movement sent Reever's blood flowing south. He was experienced, sure. There were many girls in his past, some of questionable reputation, others possible marriage material. But it had been a long time due to work constraints. He needed her. Not just because she was there, available for the taking, but also because Reever was in love, whether or not he wanted to admit it.
He took a few steps forward, pushing her backwards gently, making sure Miranda's back landed against the desk behind her. He was glad he had enough foresight to call her into an empty office. There was no other way this would have happened. There were so many things he wanted to do for her: take her out to dinner, write her terrible poetry, send her flowers. But time was limited and all Reever could think of was things to do to her. The least he could do was make it good.
"Miranda," he whispered before biting gently on her neck, "you sure?" There was no way the woman was so stupid as to not know what he was speaking of. He didn't want to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. Reever wasn't that type of guy.
She never got the opportunity to answer before they could hear Johnny outside the office calling for Komui. Work. Reever never really did leave it behind, or rather, it never left him behind.
"I have to go," Miranda said, cheeks flushed pink. It seemed like she was as reluctant to leave the moment as Reever was. "They'll be calling for me soon."
He knew it as well as she did. It took a lot of willpower for him to pull out of her embrace. "Yeah, me too."
Reever watched Miranda as she slipped out from underneath him and out the office door, parcel in hand. He really tried not to look at her backside, clad in the form-fitting uniform. The old homely dress she used to wear did nothing for her figure.