"Not gonna join this time, since I already gave you my report. Need to do one more thing, so I'm gonna slip off for a bit. Oh, wait-! One more thing before I forget..."
Can't go being absentminded now. Something she forgot with her report? Not quite, as a hand came up once the commissioner turned in her direction as they were in front of the doors to grab a hold of his tie to guide him down towards her height. Leaning upward to help in the meeting of their lips as she kissed him deeply with enthusiasm. Letting it linger before eventually pulling herself away and releasing his tie.
'Don't have too much fun in boring meetings without
me, hmm?'
And yes, she'll also be taking her leave with that parting goodbye.
The Commissioner walks his Head of Intelligence towards the office door, one step behind and to the side of the familiar petite figure that is radiating energy, as per usual.
His mind is already somewhat on other matters - the reports in his hand, the figures on the screens around and above them in the room, the upcoming meetings (of which there were many) - but he snaps his attention back as Yuffie exclaims in that bright voice of hers that she has forgotten something.
There is perhaps far too much exasperated fondness in his dark hazel eyes for it to be entirely appropriate, his response of a quizzical yet entirely not-suprised hmmm? also far too informal for their station.
But this is how it happened. Piece by piece, moment by moment.
Yuffie has a habit of getting what she wants and Reeve, for all his mental and moral wranglings, cannot deny how close they have gotten over recent years. How much he actually cares for this maddening, brilliant and surprising young woman that keeps him on his toes and stays his heart from wearing down into an exhausted, cynical lump of burned out metal.
He still yelps in surprise as Yuffie grabs his tie and yanks him down to her height. Unpredictable, as always.
He also still has the flood of doubt and guilt in his mind as her lips meet his, but her generous enthusiasm pushes back against those thoughts. He can recall their many discussions on this subject, how bloody adamant and stubborn Yuffie can really be. Honestly, he would have her no other way.
Reeve would not love her the same if she was not irrepressibly, unpredictably, independently, honestly, stubbornly, enthusiastically -- the one and only Yuffie Kisaragi.
As her lips linger on his, Reeve nips her lower lip purposefully and draws back with a stern look upon his features, his voice the epitome of commanding propriety, “I thought we had agreed - not on W.R.O. premises, Miss Kisaragi.”
Of course he is usually to be found on WRO grounds. But at least this way Reeve has a reason to carve out time to go back to his apartment. Whether it be a bad-movie marathon or other activities that by all accounts should be far too energetic for a tired middle aged man like himself to partake in... There was a damn good reason to tear himself away from the office.
And that reason will be disappearing for some time after today.
Yet he cannot feel bad about it.
He will be the one responsible for giving her the mission, after all.
The almost permanent furrow to his brow smooths out a little, and his eyes crinkle in at the corners. Slowly, the hand holding her report raises and drops with a light thwack on the top of her head before she scurries off like the ninja she is. “But we’ll deal with that another time.”
Reeve slides the files away and presses a quick kiss to her forehead, resisting the urge to chuckle about how much of a short-arse she is (not his own thoughts, he merely likes to tease her about it). Instead he adds, emphatically, “I’ll see you later tonight, Yuffie.”
