India x Fem! US Drabble (LIME)

"Emily?"

Aryan tenses upon feeling her slender arms snake around his waist from behind. "Is everything alright?"

Emily doesn't respond, except for a small giggle.

Aryan thinks that she didn't hear the first time-- he is a bit soft spoken compared to her. "Is everything alright?" he asks again. He has paperwork to finish by tomorrow, but the needs of his friend (was that even the right word?) came before his own.

He gasps when Emily starts to place soft kisses on his neck. 

"Do you really need to finish your work?" Emily asks as she continues to kiss along his neck and jawline, her voice husky with desire. "I thought we could do something else tonight..."

At this point, the Indian man can feel his face growing hotter and hotter. He has to focus on his work-- he has to get it done by tomorrow--

And yet, being with Emily seemed to make him forget about all his responsibilities and make them seem irrelevant. Emily was great at distracting him from what needed to be done, and now she was doing it again.

"Please?" 

She nipped at his soft skin, causing chills to run down his spine. He gasped softly-- it felt good. But he refused to break so easily. He refused to let her win again.

But after consistent persuasion, after his skin was brusied with bites and nips, he finally gave in, turning around and sitting Emily down in his lap. He looked up to see her triumphant smug, before she softly pressed her lips onto his.
I suppose I could finish it later...