Note: This is just me fangirling a pair of characters from a friend's unpublished book/concept. They end up so unhappy in the text that I had to show what would happen if their lives hadn't turned to shit. They're really rather cute. Stanwick/Kris copyright Nathalia Blackburn.
Kris watched his companion silently, dark gaze speculative. The late morning sunlight streamed through the high windows of the library, casting a faint glow across the books and papers strewn about. He cared little for them, his interest firmly centered on the quiet man sitting off to one side of the room, stooped over a desk and ostensibly oblivious.
The object of his attention was fiddling around with some financial statements, trying his best to be productive and ignore the devilishly handsome man sitting not a dozen feet away. He wasn't doing a very good job of it, his curious gray eyes glancing up every now and then to see if he was being watched. Every time they did, his look was met with a deliberately predatory stare. Every time, he quickly turned his eyes back to his papers with a faint blush rising on his cheeks.
Unwilling to wait any longer for his unvoiced question to be answered, the assassin rose noiselessly and stalked closer to the man until he was directly behind the uncomfortable wooden chair. He bent closer still until his mouth was only inches away from the sandy brown head, smirk firmly in place.
"Stanwick," he purred softly, warm breath disturbing the neatly brushed hair.
The accountant startled, pen dropping from nerveless fingers as he tried not to jerk his head around in surprise. "Kris?" he stammered, eyes flicking over to where the dark man had been only moments before. It was empty, of course, and he could feel a shiver go down his spine as the voice spoke again from behind him.
"It would be nice to take a little break from all of this, no?" Kris murmured, reaching out to stroke the pad of his thumb down his lover's neck. The man trembled again and angled his head down for more of the gentle caress, which was obligingly continued. "After all, it seems a shame to waste such a glorious morning on papers. Why not come with me to the bedroom? It is a much more agreeable place to be, I promise you."
Stanwick was going to refuse the suggestion, he really was. A lot of work needed doing that he shouldn't put off until the last minute and now was the most convenient time to do it. He'd been dragged off and sidetracked on this particular project more times than he could count already. It was time to just turn around and say…
He felt the shift behind him as a warm mouth moved near, kissing a spot behind his ear that made his toes curl. Kris lazily tongued at the skin, pulling him closer until he whimpered his assent. He felt the lips curl into a smile before the human drew back, holding out his hand in unspoken invitation.