To be honest, I just needed married C/B. One day they will be like this, and they will be one of those couples everyone secretly envies because you can hear them through the wall at three in the morning. They will take down companies instead of schoolmates, and power play will be as much as an aphrodisiac as ever and prompt week long 'vacations' to the Empire so as not to gross out the children. They will win through.
Gosh, I'm all chock full of endgame today, aren't I?
Enjoy.
Undomestic Bliss
Her arms wrap around him from behind, grab a fistful of shirt, hands fisting over his sternum.
"Busy."
"Working."
He turns her, her back against the door, skirt riding up to reveal black lace garters beneath all that conservatism.
"Later."
"After."
Her lips part beneath his, needing, begging, silent but deadly and doomed to desire.
"Meeting."
"Conference."
Once more, and once more, and once more again. One has never been quite enough, and they doubt it ever will be.
"Yes." She closes her eyes in ecstasy as he bursts through their front door, following hot on the heels of a white clothed table which appears to be propelling itself. "I'm starving, my feet ache and I've got fifteen hundred fabric swatches to sample and critique before tomorrow. Tell me it's something good."
"I ordered in from Daniel."
"Restaurant, I assume, not Humphrey."
He smirks. "I have three different financiers to consult, all in different time zones, a file the size of the yellow pages full of spreadsheets to look over and I had to cancel my afternoon shiatsu to talk my secretary down from a ledge. Apparently she's been feeling a little under-appreciated lately."
"So what do you propose?"
"I propose we let dinner go cold, hide every last sample and spreadsheet and have sex on the carpet."
"Deal." She sighs. "And that, Bass, is why I married you."
The Chinese market is stable, however this in no way has a positive influence on -
"Yes."
"Yes..."
Mulberry in several shades and styles, a seasonal alternative to cranberry, a -
"There?"
"There."
This is Mr Conroy's office, leaving a message for -
"I -"
"Love -"
"You."
"I love you too."
Fin.