“Gettin’ there.” Was the response coming from the vicinity of the
other end of the hall.

“Gonna make us some sandwiches and a quick soup, that okay?”

“Sounds good to me.” Seeing Gus sticking his head around the door of
her bedroom had her drawing in a sharp breath. Her bedroom. Fuck. He’s in her
bedroom?

“Erm…need any help in there?” She quickly made her way over to see
how deep his investigative powers went, hoping to God her little bedside
buddies were still in their protective pouches and tucked away nicely.

“Nope. Finding everything just fine, thanks.”

Oh no. She could hear it. She couldn’t see it yet, but she could hear the
contained laughter in his voice. Cocky bastard has had found something to smile
about. Deep breathing to fight off the blasted perimenopausal flush that was
creeping up her chest again. She made her way around the doorway to find him
sitting on the bed with the contents of all her drawers spread out around
him.

“What are you doing?” She managed to get out.

Eyes sparkling with amusement, the bastard, he looked at her with the edges of
his mouth twitching, like he was fighting a losing battle not to burst out
laughing. He’d better win that battle, or he might find a cane up his arse!

“Picked up everything that was tossed from the drawers onto the floor and
put it on your bed. I was just trying to sort through it to see if I could put
some stuff back for ya.”

“Uh huh… and, eh… were you successful?” She ground out, now trying to
hold back on her own grin that was trying to make its way out.

“Sorta…” Gus said, bringing his hands up from beside his legs, where
they seemed to be resting on the bedspread, but instead, were apparently
covering her best little buddies…

“I rescued these from the floor. Is there any particular spot you would like
these?” And with that, Gus let go, bending over laughing,  while
clutching her pink rabbit and her sparkly g-spot stimulator to his stomach,
which, in turn, made Emma loose it.

“I’m really sorry, again.” Gus said over lunch. “I probably
should’ve just stayed out of your bedroom, but I wanted to get a head start
there, so we’d have more time for the office.””Don’t sweat it. Other than it being a tad embarrassing to have you find
my mechanical companions..…” Emma blushed, “…it is what it is. I’m
too old to really give a shit, so there. If you have any lasting issues, well…
Then I guess, that’ll be your problem.” She looked at him from under her
eyebrows, giving him a little smartass smile.