One day Stacker brought in several diplomats and scientists into the lab to hear Hermann's latest diatribe on his theories. Newton eyed it all from across the lab, feeling a little left out and occasionally looking at Hermann. Though he was occupied with explaining his material, this did not fail to escape his notice. Is he jealous of the attention I'm receiving for my work? Unbelievable. My work is important, certainly, and I am predicting the attacks and he is studying the kaiiju to get a better understanding of the beasts, therefore my work is more timely, but he shouldn't look quite so wounded. It's not as if I was James bloody Bond. Oh dear, oh no, not now. I must repress this fantasy for the moment. After Stacker and his entourage had left, Hermann looked across at Newton...
Hermann walked into the lab, dressed to kill. He and Newton exchanged flirtatious glances. As he approached, Newton leaned against the desk. Hermann stroked his cheek in a familiar fashion.
"Where have you been, agent Gottlieb?" Newton cooed.
"At another conference," Hermann said, trailing his hand down Newton's neck.
"Any gunfire?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle," Hermann said, lightly pressing his hips into Newton's.
"The Marshal wants to talk to you."
"Oh?" Hermann slid a hand down Newton's waist.
"He wants your latest data." Newton smiled.
"Is that so?" Newton handed him a flashdrive. Hermann raised an eyebrow.
"I took the liberty, as you yourself would say," Newton said, poking fun at Hermann's formal demeanor.
"What would I ever do without you?" Hermann mused as he rested his hands on Newt's hips, kissing his neck softly.
"As far as I can remember, Hermann, you've never had me." Newton smirked, keeping his hands firmly planted on the desk behind him.
"Hope springs eternal."
"You know, ripping off lines from Goldeneye isn't the best way to seduce me."
"Seems to be working so far."
"You know, Hermann, Bond and Moneypenny didn't actually have sex they just almost did a few times."
"Perhaps we can reverse that trend," Hermann said deeply, pressing Newton backward so the man had to move his arms farther back on the desk to support himself. Hermann ripped Newton's shirt open wide.
"Jesus, you like it rough, don't you? I never would have guessed," Newton laughed nervously as Hermann spread his hands over his tattooed chest, kissing his sternum. He was tender and yet unforgiving. "This isn't exactly office-friendly behavior, agent Gottlieb."
"Shut up and kiss me."...
"You ok, dude? You're panting," Newton said, approaching him with caution.
"I've been standing too long."
"Just go sit down. I'll get you a glass of water," Newton said. "Hard to believe math got you all worked up," he added. Hermann sat down as instructed.
"I an assure you, Newton, that math has never had such an effect on me." Hermann put his head in his hands. Damn! He's got me resorting to daydreaming about a heteronormative masculine stereotype from a popular film now. Where will this end?