work nights with kingsley kwan
alternate : office worker reader and kingsley
warning : slightly suggestive (?) & established relationship
reader warning : reader wears lipstick and has heels on
note : i don't know what kingsley is like ... so if it doesn't resemble him, pretend it's someone else ....
steam rose out of the hot coffee beside him on the ledge, the sounds and colours of vehicles driving by in the streets below him were muddled by the height. the terrace was empty except for him, the late night meant that not many people were still in the office. were you still here ? he wondered as he rolled up the sleeves of his white office shirt.
he sipped at the coffee, the hot liquid burning the tip of his tongue as he swallowed. the crisp air blew his hair around, making it come out of the neat style he kept it in. he ignored the opening of the heavy door to the terrace, even as heels clicked towards him, he didn't bother to turn around. " kingsley ? " he turned, now leaning his back against the edge.
" you're still here ? " he asked, putting the cup to his lips once more, it had cooled a bit this time. " yeah, i wanted to finish the work i had missed from when i got sick " you sighed coming to lean against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. humming he put the cup down, just out of reach and put his hands on your lower back, pushing your body into his.
" it's late so should we go home ? " you mused as you moved away from him. " if that's what you want " he pushed his glasses up into his hair before resting his elbows on the ledge, staring at you with tired eyes. " it's what i want " you mumbled, putting your hands against his chest as his hands came down to rest on your hips. he looked so disheveled tonight with his sleeves rolled up and his hair messy. you couldn't help yourself as you kissed his jaw, leaving kisses down to the collar of his white shirt.
" you have lipstick on " he sighed out, eyes lidded when he pushed your head away. " oh .. i forgot .. " you smiled at him, genuinely having forgotten. " so let's go home quickly " you mindlessly told him, making no move to actually move. you admired your lips imprinted onto his white collar and his skin. he didn't look too bad like this.
a particularly cold breeze blew before you had bothered to move. " it's getting cold, we should go " making a show of yourself as you blew into your hands and rubbed them, holding yourself with your slightly warm hands. " i'll come get you at your department " he told you before taking your hand in his warm one, leading you into the building. the coffee cup forgotten on the terrace ledge.