Author's note: Don't own the characters. I'm currently in the middle of a rewatch and forgot how frustrating the will they/won't they started to get but alas it's part of their story…
As his mouth worked on her neck, she closed her eyes. Even better than she imagined it would be. He shifted to move a hand up her nightgown, surprised to find that was the only fabric between them, and then he realized he was the only one overdressed for this occasion.
He sat up to his knees, legs still straddling her as he fiddled with his belt.
She laughed. "Let me help you with that," she offered as she messed with the buckle.
"Here's the coffee you ordered, Sir. Sorry it took so long," Niles announced just as he opened the door and caught them in this compromising position.
"Oh? I'm sorry, when you said you needed coffee so you could pull an all-nighter I didn't know this is what you had in mind. I'll just leave this outside, it seems I have nowhere to set it." He joked as he quickly exited with a smile.
Maxwell looked at Fran in utter humiliation and quickly climbed off of her and once again off the desk.
"You didn't bother to lock the door?" He asked, annoyed.
"How did I know anyone was awake? Are you seriously just leaving me here like this?" She said as she sat up, slightly unsure whether this was over. No other man in the world has this much willpower and self-restraint she thought.
"Surely we can't do this now." He raised a hand to his chin as he thought deeply.
She rolled her eyes. All that work and she still hadn't convinced him? Maybe there was something wrong with him. No, she came in here after one thing and she was going to get it.
She walked over to him. "I suppose you're right."
His gaze turned to her as she walked over to him closer.
"We can't do this now." She said as she gripped the end of his undone belt and pulled it off completely in one swoop, throwing it onto the couch.
He still looked thrown off but she noticed he wasn't stopping her. Next, her fingers went to the top button on his pants. "Because you're wearing too many clothes." She whispered as she flicked open the button.
"Fran…" he started to protest but once again didn't stop her. She dropped one strap off of her shoulder seductively. "I think this is a sign we shouldn't do this…" he tried to plead but he was feeling himself become more aroused the closer she moved back into him.
She raised an eyebrow at him as she felt him getting ready for her. "Now, I think that's a sign we should."
He kissed her once again as hands explored and tongues swirled.
Then he suddenly pulled away.
