He did not look up from his desk as his mate entered, too focused on the papers before him to grant her much of anything but a grunt of acknowledgement. As he scanned the document again to make sure there were no mistakes and that he really did understand it, he signed it and handed it off to the diminutive male beside him. "That is the last one, correct?" he demanded, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes.
The rat youkai smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, M'Lord. For now."
Toga snorted and glanced at his mate, noting the tired circles under her eyes and wondering if his were any better. "Good. Leave," he ordered. Within seconds, the male was gone and Toga held his hand out for her. "Come here," he said quietly.
Fuiasu was not offended by his lack of affection at her entrance, well used to such things from the several years they had been mated. But she smiled gratefully when he kicked his man of affairs out of the room and gladly took his hand, allowing him to pull her into his lap. "Would that we were young and wild and free again," she murmured, sighing into his shoulder as she relaxed against him.
He smiled a little against her hair, breathing deep the scent that he had once thought he could never love. "You look as tired as I feel. Young and wild we may have been," he said softly, holding her gently against him, "but we were never free."
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