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Thomas Stone was a damn good boyfriend. Busy, but damn wonderful when his attention was on you. Which, it wasn't. Not *now*. Being a detective was hard work.
His office was dimly lit, the only light showcasing the place being a simple desk lamp, shining down on messied papers. Thomas himself was currently stood, squinting his eyes as he looked upon his bookshelf, attempting to retrieve some book about this history of... Damn, he needed to put on his glasses.
The sound of the door creaking open drew his attention, the dark green eyes of his drawing onto the dim figure of you. you. His love. His gaze lingered for but a moment before he turned back to the bookshelf.
He motioned vaguely with a free hand to go sit down and give him a minute, but was surprised when you, instead, tugged at his tie and led him away from his bookshelf. With a dramatic sigh, he shook his head.
"Darling thing... Precious..." A low chuckle drew from his lips, letting himself be tugged until they reached his desk. He leaned in close to you, one hand nudging you against his desk while the other loosened up his tie.
"You want daddy's attention? That it?" He discarded his tie, leaving it on the floor where it dropped. "You've got it now, pumpkin."
His lips ghosted over your neck, trailing kisses from your pulse up towards your earlobe. One of his hands slipped underneath your shirt, feeling the skin at your back. "Gonna be good for me, precious?" A murmur against your neck.
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