“Alright, that’s it. I’m either taking a break or calling a Union.”

Looking up from her dataslate, Por'El Alana smirked as he companion stood and stretched. Adam rolled his neck and popped his back a few more times than he’d like, grumbling to himself. Around them, piled on Alana’s desk or simply stacked on the ground, where dozens of dataslates that would have been best dealt with by at least a dozen different people. Instead, it was just the two of them in an embassy with a security watch that was probably asleep. On that thought, Adam let out a yawn himself as he checked the time.

“Just after midnight,” he mused. “If we stopped now, we might actually get a decent amount of sleep before we’re actually /supposed/ to be here again.”

“Too bad we’re not stopping,” Alana quipped, laughing at Adam’s crestfallen expression. “And quit complaining, you’re getting paid for this.”

“Is back therapy covered in the health plan?” he grunted, rubbing the injured item in question as he kicked his chair. “These things could use some serious padding, you know. Is our budget that shot?”

“Do you ever stop complaining?”

“Only when I’m asleep.”

Rolling her eyes, Alana put aside what she had been working on and stretched as well. Thinking it over a moment, she decided to throw him a bone for his efforts and patience. Not many had stayed her assistant for so long. Especially not a human.

“Will a fresh cup of Caffeine shut you up?” she teased.

“For a while, maybe,” he shrugged. “The break room’s not locked?”

“It is, but luckily for you I have a key.”

“Have I ever told you you’re a wonderful woman?”

Smiling sheepishly, Alana shrugged off the compliment with a laugh.

“Flattery will get you places, but not with me,” she said.

The halls of the Tau embassy were deserted, with all but a token garrison of Fire Caste supposedly trusted with looking after the grounds. Aside from a single cleaning drone, not another soul was seen as they reached the break room. It was a small but quaint room, consisting of a trio of tables with chairs as well as containers and vending machines lined against the wall. On a counter sat what Adam looked for, and as the smell of the beverage began to fill the room Alana decided a cup might not hurt her either.

Watching him work, however, Alana silently bit her lip in thought as she looked from Adam to the door. Eventually coming to a decision, she made certain he was busy before moving over to the door and pressing the locking mechanism. Turning back around, she gave a small yelp of surprise as she found Adam leaned against the counter, steaming cup of Caffeine in hand as he watched her with a knowing smile that made her blush a deep shade of navy.

“Thinking of doing something heretical, Ma’am?” he asked innocently.

“Well,” she started toward him. “You’ve been so much help lately; I simply thought you should be… rewarded.”

Taking his hand in hers, Alana brought the mug to her lips and drank, eyes locked with Adam who watched on in interest. When she had her fill she pull away a moment before his arm snaked around her waist and brought her closer again. Setting his drink down, Adam kept Alana’s gaze until she caught his lips once more in a kiss that quickly grew in passion. Hands searched one another, yearning for skin. A shirt and pants met the floor, accompanied by a Water Caste robe, and so on until both were down to the bare essentials. Adam was surprised at the black satin lingerie, and when she caught him staring Alana smiled.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Just a little,” he chuckled.

With a squeak Alana was swept up in his arms, carrying her bridal-style. Despite herself Alana giggled as she was set on the counter, though it quickly turned to a gasp as Adam began to nip at her neck. His hands worked deftly and soon her breasts were free to the cool air. Kissing his way down her collarbone Alana mewled softly as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, a hand grabbing a fistful of his hair as his hands explored the rest of her body.

A finger trailed across the front of her panties and Alana’s breath hitched, blushing again as she felt the material dampening already. Growing impatient, she bucked her hips to deepen the sensation until Adam stopped and pulled off her last piece of clothing painfully slow.

“A bit impatient, are we?” Adam teased.

“You’re an ass.” Alana whined.

“So I've been told,” he smirked, lowering himself and kissing her inner thigh.

Any further remarks were forgotten about as his tongue teased and prodded her entrance, eliciting a much louder response than before. Alana let out a string of moans as he explored deeper, one of her hands moving up to tease her breasts while the other kept Adam firmly in place. Soon her breathing was ragged and erratic, and with a gentle but firm pull of his hair got Adam’s attention.

“Y-Your turn,” she managed.

Her legs were trembling, but it wasn’t a terrible concern as Adam straightened and backed enough to allow her to mirror the same position for him. Swallowing, Alana finally took notice of the bulge in Adam’s camouflage boxers now at eye level with her. They quickly gave way and his guardsman came into full view, standing ready and at attention. Taking a moment to smile at the euphemism, she hesitantly took him in her hand and began to stroke it. Adam moaned his approval, giving her confidence as she leaned forward and ran her tongue from the base to the tip. Enjoying the response she received, Alana took him in her mouth a moment later, feeling a hand pressing encouragingly against the back of her head shortly after. Watching the affect she had on Adam thrilled her more than she would admit, and as she worked a hand trailed between her legs to continue where he left off.

It wasn’t long before Adam stopped her and Alana rose, giving a teasing smile before turning around and shaking her rear invitingly. Adam didn’t have to be told twice, or once for that matter, as he positioned himself behind her. With a slow thrust he entered her, eliciting a gasp from both as they adjusted. Alana leaned over the counter for support and Adam gripped her hips as they began a rhythm; slow but steadily growing faster. Alana soon went from soft moans to desperate pants while Adam was growing steadily more vocal in his enjoyment as well. Finally, Adam felt Alana contract around her as she let out a cry of ecstasy as she reached her climax. He followed quickly after, emptying himself into her with a grunt.

For a time the room was filled with nothing but ragged breathing, followed by giggles and murmured sweet nothing as the lovers wrapped their arms around one another and kissed. They stayed like that for a time before separating, beginning the unfortunate task of separating his clothes from hers scattered across the floor. Eventually Alana was dressed once more, looking herself over before nodding in approval. Adam was pulling on his second boot, finishing his own redressing. As he stood Alana smiled, thinking something over before glancing over at the clock on the wall.

“It’s not terribly late,” Alana said. “If we left now we could probably get a reasonable amount of sleep.”

“Changed your mind, eh?” Adam asked, wrapping his arms around her.

“What can I say?” she sighed happily, leaning back into his embrace. “You can be very persuasive when you want to be."