Archieve: He doesn't mind, if you really want to.
He said nothing as he walked toward the desk. She trembled with excitement as he walked around the desk and took off his glasses, staring at her intently, his eyes filled with longing. She was about to speak when he pulled her up and into his arms.
Gasping with a rush of pleasure, she moaned his name as he leaned in and kissed her. Softly at first, then with more force. It wasn't long before she felt the gentle probe of his tongue, asking for entrance. Obliging, she let him in and got lost in the taste of him. He tasted like...like...Janine?
Jumping with shock, she stared as Egon waved his hand in front of her eyes.
"Sorry, Dr. Spengler."
Blushing with embarrasement, she sat up and returned to her typing. Walking away, with his back to her, Egon smiled as he heard her sigh and thought of the way she had whispered his name while daydreaming.
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