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“I was thinking about you, Headmistress.”
She jumped a little as she felt a playful tug on her hair, turning to see a dark-haired man standing in her office with a cheeky smile on his face. The Headmistress grinned widely and lightly punched his arm, her grin turning into a laugh as he moved away with an exaggerated pout on his face.
She hadn’t even noticed him entering her office, which was slightly worrying. Maybe she should consider taking a break. “How did you even sneak in here?” Farah asked, pushing away the paperwork she’d been looking at for the past few hours. It really should get done, but she wouldn’t exactly mind an interruption from her Specialist. Saul crossed his arms, shrugging. His posture was relaxed, the smile on his face sending a warm feeling through her. It was nice to see him this calm-- it let her mind relax for a few moments.
“I walked. I think you might be getting slow, in your old age.” He said nonchalantly, pretending to look at the adornments on her wall. Farah’s mouth dropped open in shock, and she let out a mock-offended laugh.
“I think I’ll have to expel you for that one, Saul.” She teased, pushing her chair back and standing in front of him, leaning a little into his body as he wrapped an arm around her. He pulled her a little closer, and reached his hand out to gently take hers. Her eyes flickered down to his lips before meeting his gaze again. This closeness wasn’t anything new to them, but it still held the same amount of comfort and warmth as the very first time they’d touched each other. Saul brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, and the mind fairy could feel a flush creeping up on her cheeks at his slightly cold hands.
“Hi.” He said softly, his thumb stroking little circles on the back of her palm. The Specialist reached his free hand to grab her coat, gently tugging on it to bring her closer to him.
“I was thinking about you too, by the way.” Farah murmured, a gentle smile on her face as she tried to memorize all of his beautiful features, not for the first time. She pressed her forehead to his, feeling his quiet hum of happiness at their contact. Saul let go of her hand and cupped her cheek, fingers delicately playing with the strands of hair hanging there.
They relished in this small moment of peace, free of nagging students or injuries or war. Farah leaned her head on Saul’s chest, feeling his arms safely wrap around her and his fingers still playing with her hair. She let her shoulders relax, and her mind clear of everything except for the man who held her.
...The paperwork could wait.