Okay, here's the actual Valentine's Day offering. Something short and fluffy between SR2 and 3. Now to float off back to TT's next chapter... I'm working on it, I promise!

It was too comfortable. With half of the sheets caught around her, she didn't want to give them up or wake up. But when she rolled to the side she ended up on her back, stranded in the middle of the bed.

That meant that she was very much alone, because the same move the night before would've resulted in Troy stealing half of the covers back before wrapping an arm around her.

V yawned and stretched, pouting. "Damn early risers."

When her eyes caught the clock, however, she did a double-take. Three in the morning, while still the morning, was a bit outside of his schedule. That got her moving as she rubbed her eyes and stood up. Grabbing one of his T-shirts from the closet, she slipped it over her head as she searched his apartment.

The lights were on in his office, and she gave a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't been called in.

No, but the chief was still in one-hundred percent work mode as he flipped through the papers on his desk, his face drawn as he read every line.

It took two knocks on the doorframe to get him to look up, and a few seconds after that for him to register that she was there. "How long have you been standing there?"

She leaned against the doorway and twirled her hair around her finger. "Five minutes? Not too long, don't worry."

"Shit." He put his chin in his hand. "It's way too fucking early, right?"

"Yeah, that's putting it mildly," she said, walking over to him. "Something couldn't wait?"

"Nah, it's…" The papers fell onto the desk and he eyed them critically. "It's all due later in the week, but you know that feeling when your eyes open and you get it in your mind to check something? I let the damn thought happen, and…yeah."

"I don't think the coffee hurt either."

"I get up, I get that. It's not a habit, it's a goddamn necessity."

A few of the reports stared up at her, and she wondered if she should've been able to see any of these. Nothing critical would be sitting out for someone to stumble on, but she tried not to be too nosy. Even if the one with the Ultor stamp in the upper corner kept on trying to drag her towards it.

She rested her chin on his shoulder. "You're worrying your way to an early grave, babe."

"Been doing that for a while now."

Her fingers ran through the hair at his nape, and she pressed a kiss to his neck. "That explains the gray."

"That's just you," he said, glancing at her. "Gave me a good headstart there."

Her arms wrapped around his middle, or as much as they could with the chair in the way. "So, this isn't urgent, right? In need of your immediate attention?"

He lifted his head up from his hand and pushed at a few of the papers. "No. No, it isn't."

She stood up as he turned his chair around, and when he lightly pulled her forward, she let a mischievous smile cross her face. "Is this?"

"Maybe." She climbed onto his lap and he touched the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing. "You always go for the old ones."

"They're comfy. I'd throw on a few of your old button-downs, but those are a lot more fun after I've helped you out of them."

"True." One of his hands drifted up her thigh and ducked under the very edge of the shirt, tickling her.

Her lips grazed his as she moved close, but not close enough. "They're also yours. Think that might be the real reason why I keep on stealing them."

The smile that earned was subtle and wonderful. She shifted as his hands moved along her ribs, and leaned in again to touch him. When he tried to kiss her she pulled back, but not far.

He watched her wet her lips. "Might be?"

"Definitely."

She was starting to understand why he was fond of this type of office chair. It fit two perfectly. Even when it leaned back, responding to the way she balanced herself to take him in. Move with him.

It was a careful thing, and something they'd both learned to manage.

He held her close as he rocked up, both hands sliding down her back, but she kept herself from kissing him. Not yet, she thought as she drifted out of reach, her head tilting up. His mouth decided to occupy itself with the skin above the collar of her shirt instead, sucking lightly on one of the spots that left her nails digging into her palms.

The shirt bunched around her waist, and she pressed him into the chair. His hands were on her hips as she rose up and down, and she caught his bottom lip between her teeth, running her tongue along it before letting go.

The tease got exactly the response she wanted as she heard his breathing shift, slow and measured, to deep and hurried. It made her thighs tense around him, making him clench his jaw tight to keep from groaning.

So when his fingers found her clit, she swore against his lips, each press roughly close to how she was moving. Her back arched, and both arms wrapped around his shoulders as her eyes slipped shut.

She felt the shirt go up as he used his free hand to pull at it, and almost had half a mind to remove it herself. But that meant she'd have to move, and she wasn't about to do that right now, not with the way his tongue was sliding against hers.

The chair leaned again, tipping as she raised herself higher, before popping back into place. His hands went straight for the armrests as she yelped, and both stayed still for a good minute as the chair remained upright and undisturbed.

Her heart pounded, and her eyes darted between the chair and him. "Maybe that was a bit much."

"Yeah," he said, trying to catch his breath. "Bed?"

She nodded. "Bed."

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he gathered her up, and the trip to his bedroom wasn't nearly as difficult to navigate.

And once they hit the sheets she made sure to keep him on task. Urgent business was urgent, after all.