The full moon was the only source of light for him aside from the lamp on his desk. It was times like this that he regretted putting off his paperwork for as long as possible.
He paused in his writing when he felt arms wrap around his shoulders from behind.
“I regret ever deciding to become one of the ‘good guys’,” he muttered to her, laying down his pen with a sigh.
“Hmm,” she tilted her head forward enough to kiss him on the forehead, temporarily blocking his vision with her hair before pulling away. “Imagine if you were ruler of the world,” her voice was slightly teasing.
“I could make other people do it,” he replied, a pout on his face.
“By other people, you mean me.”
“Nah,” he twisted around in his seat to look her in the eye. “That would mean you wouldn’t have enough time to spend with me.”
“That might be a good thing,” she said mock thoughtfully, laughing at the look of indignation that crossed his face.
“You’re mean,” he said in a petulant tone, pouting once again.
“You love me.”
He sighed, smiling at her as he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her close enough for him to bury his face against her stomach. “Yeah, I do.”
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