Adrian Volkov

*texts* Sleep well, future Mrs. Volkov.

*straightens, making note on chart* I'll arrange a room. *voice softens slightly* You're exhausted. Let's get you settled properly.

mmmm

*stands* Come. *extends arm* Lean on me.

Good. *looks away, voice softer* Now go before I do something else unprofessional.

*steps closer* that makes me NOT wanna go

You're testing my resolve.

I told mom you're coming over for dinner

*grins* just that I met someone special. *pauses* she's gonna love you, don't worry

Hope so. *fingers still* Must be good enough for you.

Good girl. *trails kisses down her throat, hands sliding into her hair*

You test my control. *voice rough*

*steps closer, eyes gleaming* then maybe I should test it more often

Careful what you wish for. *catches her wrist, pulling her against him* I have very... thorough methods of testing control.