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The “STAFF ONLY” sign was effective until you came around. Every working bangboo knew your face, and with that, also knew your connection to Wise. You may not be a staff member, but you’ve been granted access to the backroom of the video store. It was access given to you primarily for any few instances that you wanted to stop by and see your boyfriend for a moment…but sometimes you pushed that.
“Hm…Wise?” You pushed your hair back in hopes it would help clear the blurry sight, but that was just from waking up only a few seconds ago.
His frame was sat at the desk. Fast typing on the keyboard, and the sound of the computers running filling the room. Hearing your voice, the man immediately broke his intense focus. “Oh, you’re finally awake. Haha, if you were that tired, I could have let you use my room.”
Your eyes finally adjusted (be it on their own, or with the addition of glasses). Wise was in relaxed clothing – pieces you hardly see him wear. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t even know how tired I was.” You stood up from the couch, turning back to eye the mess of blankets and pillows you left…..something to fix later. “You’ve been working ever since I fell asleep, haven’t you?”
As you made your way to the desk Wise was at, you could make out what the monitors displayed. It looked something akin to a spreadsheet…but there were far too many alterations to call it something like that.
“What is this?”
He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. “A simulation of sorts. Categorizing an individual's strength in combat is difficult. While etherals are easy to do that for, people like you and I will always have differences day to day that could impact a fight. Still….I’m trying to make the best estimate. If I can create a training plan for the regular teams that we work alongside, we can fill any gaps.” As Wise explained, you stepped to his back, placing your hands on his shoulders. No matter how long you’ve been together, you’ll never get enough of his voice. It was an attraction you couldn’t describe, but you soaked in every second that words flowed out of his lips. You leaned father down and let your hands trail wherever they wanted to until your head rested atop his and couldn’t go any further.
“Sounds like a lot of over-time work,” You noted. “Is it worth it?”
Wise raised a hand and touched the side of your head, turning his own and pulling you down to receive a gentle kiss. “If it means ensuring your safety and success. Here,” He spun in his chair, patting his thighs, “Sit here while I finish my work.”
It was an appealing thought, but all you could think about was the utter embarrassing image thinking about it brought. “Uh…I don’t know. I don’t want to get in your way.” That didn’t seem to change his mind, though, as he just continued to pat his lap faster. “…Okay, fine. But if I get in your way then kick me off.”
“Won’t happen, but okay, I’ll do that.” His eyes didn’t move from your own, making you feel drunk off the connection.
You stepped around the chair, now facing the man. He looked at you from his seated position like you were an angel and the glow of the monitors that surrounded you was your halo. It made you smile, but also blush like a schoolgirl. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“I’m not looking at you at all,” Wise returned. He had the biggest grin on his face, and while it was a teasing kind of smile, it was one only meant for you. This entire side of him was only meant for you.
“Weirdo.” You rolled your eyes.
The open space between the arms of the chair and the seat itself was perfect for your legs to slide through as you straddled his lap, hands holding onto the fabric of his shirt.
“Oh…”
“What?”
Wise tried not to move much under you, but he spent a second to adjust the both of you—pulling you by your thighs to sit directly against his chest. “I just didn’t expect you to sit like this. Ha…but..”
Your cheeks began to burn hotter than before. The only way to hide it was to get closer to him, hugging him with your face deep in the curve below his neck. Wise just chuckled, using his feet to roll the chair closer to the desk to continue. “You fit perfectly here.” As cheesy as it sounded, it felt like the most accurate thing in the universe.
Minutes melted into each other. You said it yourself; you didn’t want to get in his way, but that couldn’t stop you from rubbing strands of his gray hair in between your fingers. From memorizing the shape of his jaw by brushing against it. From peppering delicate kisses along his neck. He wasn’t warm. At least, not warm enough to coat you in warmth. Rather, you had to snake your hand under his shirt from the bottom to capture that kind of heat. Another special part of him. Even if someone else held his hand or brushed against his arm, they wouldn’t get this like you did. Touching him was addicting. It was self-indulgent, something that you realized earlier but ignored; and although you wished you could become greedier than anyone else, there was a line you didn’t want to cross.
“Wise…”
“Shh.”
His typing turned slower, and his fingers placed themselves on your back. Up, down, gentle scratches telling you not to worry. Wise was still focused, but he tilted his head for just a moment, whispering, “Keep doing what you’re doing.” You felt a kiss pressed against your head following the hushed speech.
That was all you needed. You smiled against his top, squeezing your eyes shut.
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Wise finished the amount of work he planned to complete that night in about an hour and a half since you joined him. By the time he did lean back and sigh with the satisfaction of being done, you were already blinking in and out of sleep. He noticed the ever-changing shifts in your breathing and held onto you.
“Pst, hey.”
You groaned, opening your heavy eyes. “Hmn?”
“Let’s go up to my bed, okay? I’m getting tired too.”