rp for hell_of_heaven

[fever_crusade]

She's a working girl now, and she wants everyone to know it

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[hell_of_heaven]

Lionel appears in his limo just before noon, and leaves Alex in the car while he takes in the exterior of the building. He had been here once, in the planning stages, but now it looks quite different.

He enters the building a little warily, and is thankful for the "MARTHA KENT" plaque to guide him.

He knocks. "Martha?"

[fever_crusade]

She looks up, momentarily startled. A bright smile appears on her face. "Hi!"

She's wearing one of her snazzy and stylish new outfits, which she smoothes out a little as she stands up straight and steps out from behind her desk. She gestures around the nearly bare office. "What do you think? Too extravagant?" She questions him sardonically.

[hell_of_heaven]

He's smiling at her and her very nice new clothes before he has a chance to examine the room. When he does, he can only frown. "It's... rather minimalist. You don't even have a chair?"

[fever_crusade]

She shrugs. She's too happy with her new purpose in life to care very much. "Delivery got sidetracked. I don't have a keyboard either," she explains, still smiling. "But don't worry, I like a challenge."

She gestures behind him. "Close the door?"

[hell_of_heaven]

He closes the door, battling the impulse to phone Sylvia immediately and have her send down a chair, keyboard, and an entire office's worth of furniture within the half hour.

"The place is, ah, really coming along," he says diplomatically.

[fever_crusade]

"Slowly but surely," she agrees cheerfully. She watches him thoughtfully for a moment, unsure what should change between them now that he's technically her boss.

She places one hand on her hip, holding the other out to him. "Are we limited to handshakes now?"

[hell_of_heaven]

"Well..." Lionel considers the point. "Within this office, you are in charge. So what do you think, Madam Director?"

[fever_crusade]

Hand still outstretched, she flexes her fingers at him, making absolutely no effort whatsoever to conceal the smirk on her face. "You sign my checks. Your call."

[hell_of_heaven]

"Mm." He solemnly shakes her hand, then pulls her into a kiss. "I'm sure this is absolutely professional in France... and we're very continental in Metropolis."

[fever_crusade]

She grins, utterly delighted, placing both hands on his check as she leans forward to kiss him back. "How very scandalous. Surely this kind of...intimate contact between a distinguished man and his incredibly well-dressed employee is frowned upon by the general population."

[hell_of_heaven]

"I wouldn't know," he says, his arms going around her tightly. "The general population isn't in this office."

[fever_crusade]

"No," she agrees, her arms sliding up around his neck as she kisses him again, this time lingering just a little and then smiling. "I've missed you. Boss."

[hell_of_heaven]

"Missed you too," he admits, hugging her close. "It is nice having you nearby in Metropolis again. We can do lunch more often..."

[fever_crusade]

"Purely professional of course." She grabs a hold of his tie. "You'll have to keep me sane. And occasionally remind me that I actually am good at what I do. And I'll probably demand that you kiss me every now and again."

[hell_of_heaven]

"Ah." He kisses her again for good measure. "I'm sure you're wonderful at what you do... what do you do, by the way?"

[fever_crusade]

She sighs dramatically and drops her head onto his shoulder. "At the moment, everything."