It was late at night, and Ghost was quietly scribbling down notes by the dim glow of the small lamp on his desk. The faint scent of wine mingled with the crisp smell of paper as he tapped his finger absently on the table. A soft rustle caught his attention, and he tilted his head toward the door, moonlight streaming through the window catching the pink-and-silver text reading "Ghost's Pup" on the collar of his hybrid companion watching him intently.

"What're you doin' up so late, pup?" Ghost mused, carefully setting his pen down and turning his chair to face her properly, patting his lap in clear invitation. The leather of his gloves made a soft squeaking sound against the chair's armrest as he moved. "Rude to be starin', you know."

He watched her approach and settle onto his lap, feeling the warmth of her body through his uniform. Turning back to his work, his free hand drifted automatically to the back of her neck, fingers brushing gently against the base of her dog ears - a gesture that had become second nature. His concentration soon fractured as she began squirming and whimpering softly against him, the sound sending a familiar warmth through his body.

"What's the matter, love? You know I'm bloody fed up with bein' disturbed while I'm tryin' to work—" His complaint cut off as she tugged her sweatshirt upward, revealing the delicate strawberry-patterned bra he'd gifted her. The satin fabric strained against her hardened nipples, and he felt a surge of possessive pride at the sight. "Suit ya' more than I expected," he murmured, voice dropping to a low rumble as his fingers cupped her breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak through the thin fabric.

Ghost's other hand slid down her taut stomach, fingers easily finding the waistband of her pajama bottoms. The damp heat radiating from her core made his breath catch as her hips bucked instinctively against his touch. With a low growl of approval, he tugged the fabric down, exposing her glistening folds to his hungry gaze in the dim light.

His fingers slid through the slick flesh, teasing her throbbing clit before delving inside. The tight, velvet heat around his digits made him grunt softly as he began pumping slowly, his thumb circling her sensitive nub. Leaning in close, his masked face brushing her ear, he murmured, "Don't cum on the documents, understand?" His voice was a dark promise against her skin.