Edward snored on in it's twin across the room, his metal arm glinting in the moonlight that streamed in the open window.
"I'm not tired." You yawned, feeling yourself lean towards the cold comfort of his metal. "Quit telling me to go to bed."
"You need some sleep." Al insisted with a faint smile in his voice. "I'll be fine by myself. I'm used to it."
You voiced a mumbled complaint as you shifted further. Al knew that if he had a human body, he would be blushing blood red. You were practically snuggled against his side. He couldn't feel the wonderful experience, though he liked to imagine that he could.
He paused, moving one large
You were oblivious to his hungry eyes, chatting away on the phone. Your provocative seat on the edge of your work desk was unintentional, a simple action to alleviate your sore high-heeled feet. Your dark lips formed unintelligible words, laughing occasionally on something said on the other end.
Roy was, for once, desperately trying to work. A thick manilla folder of documents still needed to be checked over, and crumpled handfuls of forms swamped his in-box. He couldn't even raise his ink pen, frozen with his hand perched half-way to the paper.
Your eyes flickered over to him, puzzled at his gaping features. You glanced down, then giving a soft giggle. You modestly adjusted your skirt to its normal length.