AN: A touch of ScarletxReeve fluffiness. I realise that is a bit of an oxymoron, but hey, this is before it all turns sour. Enjoy~
Power on the motherboard, yes.
"You still working on that?"
The figure hunched over a drawing board glanced up at the familiar voice, spine quickly straightening at the feminine touch to his shoulder. Reeve grinned up at Scarlet as he answered; deep voice distant but agitated by excitement, as if really talking out-loud to himself "Oh, I'm getting there, Letty. The problem is the initial source. There's power on the motherboard, yes, but fossil fuels just don't seem to producing the level of output that I know is theoretically possible, even taking into account the scaling effects."
Reeve snapped himself out of his thoughts and smiled at the blonde "I've... been considering alternatives."
He gave a warm chuckle and patted his lap but Scarlet merely folded her arms and remained standing "I'm sure you have. How long has it been since you last slept?" Reeve's smile dropped slightly in conviction, but the expression remained as he took a slender wrist and pulled Scarlet towards him, chair sinking closer to the floor with the additional weight.
"I've been sleeping enough." Though the dark shadows on his face told otherwise, he deftly changed the subject; fingers idly toying with the bottom of a blonde ponytail "So, what have I missed?"
Scarlet scowled, and then sighed, sliding one long leg over the chair so that she was straddling Reeve. She had tried to stay mad with him, honestly, yet had only been able to manage a mere matter of seconds before crumbling in the face of those deep, dark eyes peering up at her.
The blonde woman determined she would have steel herself up to at least minutes the next time.
"A lot, as usual." Reeve hummed at the words neutrally, before the sound morphed to a series of softer noises due to additional movements made against him. The sounds he was making, plus the news she carried, made Scarlet's lips twitch up at the sides "I, on the other hand, have not. I met with the President yesterday. Apparently he was very impressed with the latest mech demonstration ...He's given me two weeks off to prepare myself. When we come back from our vacation, I will officially be the 'Director of Weapons Development'."
Reeve slipped his hands lower around her curves then stopped with a firm hold: an unspoken measure equalling between deliberation and desire. A brief moment passed before another enigmatic smile formed on his lips and he leaned up to claim her own, whispering into the warmth of her breath "Congratulations... You deserve it.
- Mhm, but wait." He pulled back from the tease of Scarlet's tongue and detached his lower lip from the ensuing nipping teeth. Frowning ever so slightly he questioned quickly, having cottoned on to the part of the sentence that had been easily deflected by the big reveal "What vacation?"
Scarlet laughed gently.