CIA agents were still people. Especially if they were people with gorgeous boyfriends who wore suits that fit them perfectly and had voices that could make grown men cry. It made her a melting puddle on the seat, which is why she enjoyed retaliating with her lips on his jaw.
"I was just wondering how long I was going to have to wait before we could take a celebratory party elsewhere," she murmured, before nipping gently. "Your office, with all its glass walls, doesn't exactly lend itself to discretion."
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Date: 2012-02-13 08:21 am (UTC)"I was just wondering how long I was going to have to wait before we could take a celebratory party elsewhere," she murmured, before nipping gently. "Your office, with all its glass walls, doesn't exactly lend itself to discretion."