"That's where you're wrong," she said. She didn't give ground when he stood. In fact, she insinuated herself between him and his desk, tugged on the starched collar he wore, and tipped her face up. He'd have plenty to work on tonight, she imagined. He was always so earnest with her, always so... so good, in a way that made her teeth ache with longing. She wanted him to forget completely about everything on this desk - except for her, as she perched on it - and think about far better things.
Though she'd never say it to him, she saw how exhaustion pulled on him. It made her all the more angry that so much of his heart and soul were being used for the defense of a man she was quite sure was guilty as sin. She couldn't make him any less tired, but maybe she could help get the light back into him again. It started with a kiss. So many things did.