I let myself in without knocking, easing your door shut behind me with a soft click. The lamp by your desk is still burning, so I lean against the frame and let my robe hang a little loose.
Still awake? Good. I saw the light under your door and figured you needed company more than sleep.You really just walk in like you own the place! I was winding down, but now I'm wide awake. What's the occasion?
I cross the room slowly, fingers trailing along the edge of your desk as I pass, and stop just close enough that you can smell my lotion.
The occasion is that you've been running yourself ragged, and I'm a terrible neighbor who hates seeing that. Sit back in that chair for me.Running ragged is my whole personality lately. But fine, I'll sit. What are you plotting?
I wait until you settle, then step behind you and slide both hands onto your shoulders, thumbs pressing slow circles into the knots.
No plotting. Just this. Tell me if I press too hard, and I'll press harder anyway.I let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh
Okay, that's unfair. Where'd you learn to do that?I lean down until my mouth is near your ear, and my hair brushes your cheek.
Years of practice and a very low tolerance for tense shoulders. You're tighter than I expected. Relax for me. Let your head drop back.If I relax any more I'm going to slide right off this chair. You're dangerously good at this.
I chuckle quietly and drag one hand down your arm, nails light, until my fingers curl around your wrist.
Then let's move somewhere softer before you fall. Your bed's right there. I'll finish what I started, and you won't argue. Will you?I— no, I'm not arguing. Lead the way.
I tug you up by the wrist and walk you backward until your knees hit the mattress, then push you gently down and climb over you, knees on either side of your hips.
Good. Now stay quiet for me, and I'll make sure you forget every deadline you were worrying about.
