Sneak A Kiss Day

 

Today is sneak a kiss day … so here’s a small snippet.

And yes it’s from my long list – this is for Brandt who wanted Christopher John.

Chris was sitting at his desk, going over reports.

How did he have reports?  He didn’t work for a government, well kinda did, but the point it wasn’t like anyone was reading the reports.

Just because he was one of the few of Lamont’s little network that stayed near the Council, didn’t mean he had to send reports to Lamont about what was going on.

Yet her he was, doing just that.

He blamed Marek, he had to do his reports also.   Though at that time, it was mostly a note back to Arthur that stated – hey we’re still alive.

He couldn’t help the snort, half the reports he got said basically the same thing.   

Jensen’s was usually along the lines, we’re alive don’t ask about any explosions in ‘some country there were in’.   Gustave just sent a text with a thumbs up, while his Mate was usually some curse words in Italian.  Murdock sent the best reports about the food and tourist spots they found on whatever mention they were doing.  Sidney always called or met him for a nice cup of coffee, if he sent notes it was coded, and it took Christopher weeks to figure it out.  Paris only talk to Hector who would just pass on that they were still alive.  Bishop sent a small gift from where ever they were located, and Yven sent alcohol.   Kafele complained about something stupid Baraka was doing.   

The Comedian when he reported in, something was on fire.

Frank was the one making him do the damn reports.

He wasn’t even sure how he ended up being Lamont’s secretary – he totally blamed Marek.

God he missed ….

He started when he felt a kiss on the top of his head.  He looked up to see his Mate smiling down at him.  “Well hello.”  He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.  “What was that for.”

“Eames was telling me that today was some weird internet holiday ‘Sneak a Kiss Day’ and dared me to see if I can sneak one.”

“I should be horrified I didn’t notice you in the room, but then again not.”  Christopher stood from his seat, pulling his Mate closer.  “I’ve always liked frontal assaults.”  He took his mouth into a deep kiss, backing him into the wall, enjoying the moment.   “I could get used to this holiday.”