Almost in the clear, almost in the clear, almost— Vince nearly flinched when he heard Cassian’s voice thunder down the hallway towards him.
Blast he’d been so close.
Turning on his heel playfully, a look of utter innocence on his cheeky visage, Vincent raised an eyebrow at Cassian from a few paces down the hallway. He swallowed the urge to respond with anything even vaguely inappropriate, tempted because he so rarely managed to have such a wonderful opportunity, but clever enough to be tempered by their environment. The look in his green eyes said enough as was though, so retracing his steps with his hands shoved deep in his front pockets, Vincent meandered back the way he’d come.
“Of course, chief,” he rumbled innocently as he brushed past Cassian back into the office. If there was extra emphasis on the word ‘chief’ to insinuate anything, Vincent didn’t acknowledge it.
The inside of Cassian’s new office was familiar to the blonde by now and Vincent leaned against the man’s desk casually. He didn’t have strict boundaries when it was just himself and Cass, close as they were. It was nice in a way, comforting even with the turmoil of recent promotions, and Vince was grateful to his friend for allowing it (not that he had much of a choice.) They were both rather well behaved outwardly anyway; it wasn’t as if anyone could possibly accuse Vincent Iago of anything but abiding by the strictest of Ministry rules. He made bloody sure of it.
As the door to the office was shut, green eyes narrowed a touch. Vince scrutinized the familiar form of his best friend curiously. There had to be something interesting in what Cass was about to say, else the door would have remained open. Cass notoriously refrained from giving them privacy whenever he could, much to Vincent’s chagrin. He wasn’t wrong to force boundaries, but it was still endlessly irritating. Instead of straightening as he wanted to, Vincent narrowed his gaze further and raised a questioning brow.
Blast he’d been so close.
Turning on his heel playfully, a look of utter innocence on his cheeky visage, Vincent raised an eyebrow at Cassian from a few paces down the hallway. He swallowed the urge to respond with anything even vaguely inappropriate, tempted because he so rarely managed to have such a wonderful opportunity, but clever enough to be tempered by their environment. The look in his green eyes said enough as was though, so retracing his steps with his hands shoved deep in his front pockets, Vincent meandered back the way he’d come.
“Of course, chief,” he rumbled innocently as he brushed past Cassian back into the office. If there was extra emphasis on the word ‘chief’ to insinuate anything, Vincent didn’t acknowledge it.
The inside of Cassian’s new office was familiar to the blonde by now and Vincent leaned against the man’s desk casually. He didn’t have strict boundaries when it was just himself and Cass, close as they were. It was nice in a way, comforting even with the turmoil of recent promotions, and Vince was grateful to his friend for allowing it (not that he had much of a choice.) They were both rather well behaved outwardly anyway; it wasn’t as if anyone could possibly accuse Vincent Iago of anything but abiding by the strictest of Ministry rules. He made bloody sure of it.
As the door to the office was shut, green eyes narrowed a touch. Vince scrutinized the familiar form of his best friend curiously. There had to be something interesting in what Cass was about to say, else the door would have remained open. Cass notoriously refrained from giving them privacy whenever he could, much to Vincent’s chagrin. He wasn’t wrong to force boundaries, but it was still endlessly irritating. Instead of straightening as he wanted to, Vincent narrowed his gaze further and raised a questioning brow.
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