Gordon may or may not have neglected some paperwork for the past week and a half.
Sitting up in bed, wearing the reading glasses he despised, he was hoping to get through as much as he could so he didn't have to spend all day tomorrow doing the rest.
He felt the bed dip downward as Casey joined him.
"Honey, it's late."
"I know," he murmured. "I just need to do a few more pages..."
"We both know that's not true," Casey smirked lightly.
He lifted his eyes, struggling not to grin at her. "Are you saying I can't limit myself?"
"You said it, Gordon. I didn't."
"I can limit myself, thank you-Case," he protested as soon as she snatched his paperwork, setting it on the nightstand beside her.
"Then this shouldn't be a problem," Casey said plainly.
"You're going to put me behind," he tried to say as she scooted closer, her fingers trailing down his chest. "I really should-"
He barely refrained from groaning when she kissed a tender spot on his neck.
"You were saying?" Casey said innocently.
His wife let out gleeful laughter when he pinned her down; soft kisses, fingers threading through hair melting into each other's arms.
The paperwork was momentarily forgotten.