Vincent was quiet, for once, which was the only clue Cassian needed to understand that the man was suspicious. As he should be. He couldn’t blame him, this was a clear departure from their regular routine. There was a point many years ago where Cass took the man’s intelligence for granted, and it was a mistake he never made again.

That wasn’t the only reason that emerald gaze drew somersaults from his stomach however. Other reasons kept him rooted on the spot even as Vince encroached, like welcoming the smell of his cologne, or proximity to the silken tones of his voice. It even pulled a smirk from his typical inscrutable, observant face.

“Hm, I take exception to that. Just because I don’t like mixing work and pleasure doesn’t mean I can’t be daring… when I want to be.” If he should make anything obvious to Vince, he hoped to at least clear up that delaying their date meeting was not his choice. Of course, calling himself daring, now he had to eat those words.

Cass premeditated the forceful pull by just a second, hands landed on either side of Vince’s hips on the desk. This - wasn’t what he meant. Cool eyes assessed Vince’s with dubious amusement, suspecting he knew as much. His heart rate took off anyway, realizing they haven’t done this in the office... ever? And why would they have - always with all the time in the world out in the field or at one of their homes when they worked as partners.

Things change fast.

It took no coaxing at all, for Cass to lean into Vince’s touch. Their mouths met in the middle, where he sighed with something like relief and their kiss deepened. It wasn’t as though Vince was the only one (anymore), who longed for the brief moments between long stretches of time where he could be exactly who he was. Mask aside, guiltless for indulging in simply what one wants. So Cassian took the moment for himself too: one hand moved from the desk to caress Vince’s back, hold him there. He lost track of how long.

A jolt from touching bare skin around the waist - where it shouldn’t be - finally disentangled Cassian from his plunge. The man reluctantly pulled away, but not completely. He straightened up, and moved to readjust his tie that had gone eschew. He felt... winded.“I have a real gift for you,” he corrected himself, raising his eyebrows and nodding around the desk to inquire if he was allowed to get it. “I want to see if you like it.” If only to keep things good, for a little longer.

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