"Busy," Silco mumbles, attention fully on the reports of Enforcer shift schedules and patrols in front of him. They frustratingly conflict and Silco isn't sure if it's a failure of their own intelligence recon or proof that no matter how high and mighty some may seem, shift schedules will always be a chaotic mishmash of throwing stuff at the wall and seeing who sticks.
Vander hums in acknowledgment but still continues to trace the line of Silco's spine through his shirt with slow, gentle kisses. Silco gave up the uncomfortable chair at the desk a long time along to stretch out on his front on the lumpy mattress, Vander seems to have taken it as an invitation.
"Busy," Silco warns when Vander shows no sign of stopping. Vander sighs, resting his head against Silco's back for a moment before levering himself up to cover Silco's stretched out body entirely. He hooks his chin over Silco's shoulder.
"They aren't magically going to change in your hands," Vander points out and Silco stubbornly keeps studying the pages in his hand, refusing to admit Vander's right.
"I'm trying to make sense of them, find the pattern."
"There isn't one," Vander says, nudging Silco's cheek with his nose needily.
"Oh? So sure?" Silco asks, leaning away enough that Vander nearly pouts.
"I've seen you threaten to stab someone with a pick for trying to alter a shift schedule even by twenty minutes, the Pilties certainly aren't any better than us at that," Vander reminds him and Silco chuckles.
"They could..." Silco teases even though he's already putting the papers down, giving it up for the night though still intent on making Vander work for his attention.
"The great canary of Zaun giving topside a compliment? The world is ending," Vander teases right back and even the idea of it has Silco's back up like a spitting cat.
"Well if you believe that then perhaps it's time I go to bed...alone," Silco says icily, already slipping out of Vander's loose cage. He doesn't get far before he's being slid back into place beneath Vander, face up this time as Vander presses apologetic kisses into his neck.
Silco could still leave, Vander wouldn't stop him, not really, he's never used his strength against Silco and he never will, so if he really wanted to go he could without issue. Silco's not really mad though, well, not mad enough to leave anyway, Vander will just have to work extra hard for his forgiveness after that little comment. He stays, offering nothing, no words, no sighs, just laying there, waiting.
Vander raises up enough to look Silco in the eye, and gets a distinct 'I'm waiting' look in return.
"Hmmm," Silco ponders dramatically and Vander huffs on a quiet laugh at his partner's theatrics.
He kisses Silco's cheek, "I'm sorry." Kisses the other and then, ridiculously, the point of his nose making Silco scrunch up his face.
"I'm not a child," the look Silco gets in response deserves the pinch at Vander's waist as Silco glares, "I'm not a child so you better apologise like - you- mean- it," Silco punctuates his last words with some very pointed twisting of the pinched flesh. Vander groans, only half of the sound could count as pained.
"As my Birdie commands," Vander whispers finally leaning down to devour Silco in a biting messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and none of the gentle soft touches from before.
