You'll flatter me to death, one of these days. [He slips off his shoes to poke teasingly at Muldoon's ankle with his toes. And to get more comfortable, really.]
I was so impressed by you, when I first saw you. I still am, truth be told. It was at our first full staff meeting, and Hammond was introducing you as the park warden. And I was seethingly jealous that you would be working so hands on with all the dinosaurs.
I also noticed your hands, because you were taking notes. Or writing something down, anyway.
[The prodding gets a raised eyebrow, and if Casper lets him, the warden will shift his legs to pin Casper's ankle between his calves. He can't help try for an understated 'gotcha'.]
The hands-on work I can understand. But my hands? [The scientist gets a look of disbelief.] Were you just fixated on the idea I'd get to pet the animals?
[He fakes a gasp and wiggles his foot a little, pretending to try to get free. It's nice, it's playful in a way his last relationship wasn't. Things feel so much easier with Muldoon, in that way.]
Well that, yes. But also because you have long, elegant fingers, and I was distracted by the way you were holding a pen. And now that I know what those very elegant fingers are capable of, staff meetings will be torture.
[It doesn't matter if it's playful or otherwise, 'winning' gets a small smirk.]
That's a lot of power to give one man. I want to distract you, because the fact I can is satisfying, but I also don't. You're usually the voice of reason in your team.
[From behind a sip of wine he says,] I'll have to get your focus off my hands and on to something else.
A shudder of anticipation, you mean. [Muldoon holds that smile for a few seconds, before standing.]
Stay there, or head to the couch, I'll clear these up. [No protest will be listened to as he piles everything up and takes them to the kitchen. From there he calls back,] I don't have a dessert, by the way. You'll have to make do with the wine.
I don't mind being dessert. [Which comes out a little more quickly than he means it to, and he takes his wine and retreats to the sofa, blushing fiercely at his own eagerness.]
[The general clattering of dishes stops because Muldoon has to double take that he's heard correctly. He even steps back to check that he did. Casper's blushing retreat is evidence enough that he did. Muldoon doesn't manage to smother his grin, but he does make quick work of tiding everything away. It can be cleaned up properly later.
Muldoon is rather eager himself to return. He does so with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, immediately pouring himself some after he sets them down on the coffee table.]
I'm not much of a wine drinker, and I brought you a glass too, in case you got jealous. [A sentiment which is paired with a bit of a cheeky grin as he sits next to Casper. Close, this time, since there's no need for the nerves of the other night, or the professionalism of the office. And he can turn to watch Casper openly and enjoy the other man's blushing.]
I appreciate the thought, though I'm set, for the time being. [Because Muldoon is sitting so close, Casper is able to slide an arm around his waist and tuck up against him. He's always been a big cuddler, which hopefully the warden won't mind.
Especially if the cuddling is paired with a few soft kisses to his jaw.] I would have brought whiskey, but the only one I had on hand is the hidden one. Which I'm actually surprised you didn't find in your tidying. Unless you put it back and didn't tell me.
[Cuddling is not the warden's forte but, as they've already established, Muldoon will let Casper get away with just about anything. He even settles his arm around the scientist's shoulders. The kisses definitely help.]
The hidden whiskey was the only thing that was in the correct place in your office. Of course I didn't move it.
When do you even drink it? You forget to eat, I bet you forget to hydrate, never mind have a cheeky drink.
Hey, now. I have a bottle of water I keep on my desk. [Which doesn't mean he drinks it regularly, but it is there and available to him.]
It's mostly when you come over, after most people are gone for the day. Or if I'm exceedingly stressed about something. Which is an awful habit, carried over from late nights at my previous job. Government deadlines wait for no man.
Ah, one of those fabled cushy government positions? Maybe some are, but my boss was a bit of a tyrant. His lack of leadership became my problem. Everything was a rush, everything was disorganized. So I broke off, along with a few colleagues, and we lectured independently for a while. Until I came here, to work for Hammond.
Oh, no. Northmoor was -- psychotic. I don't think he works there anymore, he might have burned out. Not my problem, either way.
[When Muldoon settles back, Casper settles with him, leaning happily against the warden's chest, nose against his neck.] It's a much more exciting job. With even more fantastic people.
Oh sorry, am I -- [He laughs and moves so he's not breathing right against Muldoon's neck, at least. Though not without kissing his cheek, first.] And I found a fantastic friend who happens to be an excellent kisser. Which is equally important, I think.
What if I... [Carefully, he sets his wine glass aside, then takes Muldoon's whiskey and sets that out of the way as well. Then with a grin, he swing's a leg over the other man's lap to straddle him, cupping his face in his hands and brushing their mouths together teasingly.]
[Muldoon has an excellent poker face, managing to keep his smile small right up until Casper's question.]
No. Let's fix that. [His hands, having fallen naturally to Casper's sides, wrap around him, pulling him closer so that Muldoon can kiss him. He's been waiting for this all day, so patiently, and fully intends to enjoy it now.]
You make me feel like such a teenager. [But it's clear from his smile and the way he moves closer when pulled that it's very much a compliment. One hand braces against the back of the sofa, the other sliding into Muldoon's hair to tip his head back as they kiss.]
[If he wasn't so focused on kissing Casper, Muldoon would echo the sentiment. Instead he's getting reacquainted with Casper's body as he sinks into to couch with a happy little hum. This is a fine dessert.]
[It's an excellent dessert, and an even better way to spend the evening, in Casper's not terribly humble opinion. He hasn't felt like this about someone in years, and this, right here? Makes him feel something akin to giddy.
He slides his fingers along Muldoon's neck, sneaking his fingertips under the collar of his shirt and wondering if he could get away with leaving a mark a little higher up on his neck.]
[Muldoon is lost in enjoying himself. His train of thought runs from the idea of making up for his lack of casual affection in private, to other ways to ensure Casper knows he's appreciated. Which is when something hits him.]
Mmph! [The sound of realisation is the only warning before Muldoon pulls away from the kiss.] I forgot to give you your present!
Hmn? [He tries, at first, to follow him, to draw him back into another kiss. But then the reason why Muldoon pulled away in the first place hits him, and Casper leans back as well, his hands against Muldoon's chest.] My present! Oh my goodness, you're right, we did forget about that.
I'll uh -- let me just -- [One more quick kiss before he moves off of Muldoon's lap with a sigh.] I am very excited that you got me something.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
I was so impressed by you, when I first saw you. I still am, truth be told. It was at our first full staff meeting, and Hammond was introducing you as the park warden. And I was seethingly jealous that you would be working so hands on with all the dinosaurs.
I also noticed your hands, because you were taking notes. Or writing something down, anyway.
no subject
The hands-on work I can understand. But my hands? [The scientist gets a look of disbelief.] Were you just fixated on the idea I'd get to pet the animals?
no subject
Well that, yes. But also because you have long, elegant fingers, and I was distracted by the way you were holding a pen. And now that I know what those very elegant fingers are capable of, staff meetings will be torture.
no subject
That's a lot of power to give one man. I want to distract you, because the fact I can is satisfying, but I also don't. You're usually the voice of reason in your team.
[From behind a sip of wine he says,] I'll have to get your focus off my hands and on to something else.
no subject
I might have shown my hand here, it's true. I shudder to think what other distractions you might have up your sleeve.
no subject
Stay there, or head to the couch, I'll clear these up. [No protest will be listened to as he piles everything up and takes them to the kitchen. From there he calls back,] I don't have a dessert, by the way. You'll have to make do with the wine.
no subject
no subject
Muldoon is rather eager himself to return. He does so with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, immediately pouring himself some after he sets them down on the coffee table.]
I'm not much of a wine drinker, and I brought you a glass too, in case you got jealous. [A sentiment which is paired with a bit of a cheeky grin as he sits next to Casper. Close, this time, since there's no need for the nerves of the other night, or the professionalism of the office. And he can turn to watch Casper openly and enjoy the other man's blushing.]
no subject
Especially if the cuddling is paired with a few soft kisses to his jaw.] I would have brought whiskey, but the only one I had on hand is the hidden one. Which I'm actually surprised you didn't find in your tidying. Unless you put it back and didn't tell me.
no subject
The hidden whiskey was the only thing that was in the correct place in your office. Of course I didn't move it.
When do you even drink it? You forget to eat, I bet you forget to hydrate, never mind have a cheeky drink.
no subject
It's mostly when you come over, after most people are gone for the day. Or if I'm exceedingly stressed about something. Which is an awful habit, carried over from late nights at my previous job. Government deadlines wait for no man.
no subject
You worked for the government? I thought those kinds of jobs were meant to be... Not stressful, anyway.
no subject
no subject
I imagine Wu isn't much of a tyrant in comparison.
[Sipping his whiskey, he settles back a bit.] I'm glad you're here now.
no subject
[When Muldoon settles back, Casper settles with him, leaning happily against the warden's chest, nose against his neck.] It's a much more exciting job. With even more fantastic people.
no subject
Mm, and this time you know the person in charge of keeping people in line is on your side.
no subject
no subject
An excellent kisser? Are you sure? It could have been a fluke. You should test it again to make sure you've come to the right conclusion.
no subject
What if I did that? Or is that too overzealous.
no subject
No. Let's fix that. [His hands, having fallen naturally to Casper's sides, wrap around him, pulling him closer so that Muldoon can kiss him. He's been waiting for this all day, so patiently, and fully intends to enjoy it now.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
He slides his fingers along Muldoon's neck, sneaking his fingertips under the collar of his shirt and wondering if he could get away with leaving a mark a little higher up on his neck.]
no subject
Mmph! [The sound of realisation is the only warning before Muldoon pulls away from the kiss.] I forgot to give you your present!
no subject
I'll uh -- let me just -- [One more quick kiss before he moves off of Muldoon's lap with a sigh.] I am very excited that you got me something.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)