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“Stone, pin yourself to the wall.”
Agent Stone hastily did as asked. Since GUN had seen the Doctor pinning him to the wall as a 'hostile work environment' he had taken to asking Stone to pin himself. The agent was more than happy to do so, happy to still be so close to the Doctor and his genius. He was almost angry that GUN had taken some of his contact with Robotnik. He knew it was inappropriate, and he'd never dare to voice it, but Stone couldn't help but wait for the next time the Doctor would scold him. The other man always got so close.
Robotnik's hand slammed next to his head, and he leaned in close to rant again. Stone always made sure to take all his words on board, he couldn't disappoint the Doctor after all. All his past assistants had been fired quickly, and Stone wanted to stick around (for the Doctor, yes, but also for his own selfish desire to be around him). It was easier to have the scolding to distract him, than having to focus on the warmth radiating from the other man's body, and the breaths fanning out onto his face.
Stone breathed out as Robotnik moved away. Some may think it was relief, but really he was trying to expel some of the built-up tension, to keep his cheeks from darkening. He was lucky he was a trained agent or his knees might have buckled getting so much attention from the Doctor.
“Go make me another latte, Agent!” He was dismissed.
Stone briskly made his way into the small kitchen. After shutting the door, he took a moment to process with his hand over his racing heart, face slightly flushed. He needed to make the Doctor's drink.
Quickly refocusing, Stone made his way to the counter and began to prepare. His thoughts were racing, full of the Doctor. Pouring the coffee. Robotnik pinning him. Pouring the goats milk. His fingers building delicate technology. Adding the foam. His body when he danced.
The time came to create a design for the foam. Stone couldn't help drawing the Doctor's face on top, accompanied by some little hearts. He hoped Robotnik, like usual, wouldn't read into it, he didn't seem like one for those sorts of feelings anyways.
He brought the latte back into the main lab. As always, the Doctor took his drink without looking and started to sip. Stone stood behind him, happy to watch him work.