Canon: Remove if not applicable."Officer, I'd like to file a complaint."
Kouen leaned against the door frame, a casual, cool air around him. The hand that had knocked on it was still raised, but it dropped to his side when he saw Mu look up. Mu smiled at him, first instinct as always causing him to feel joy at seeing him. Then he frowned, but it quickly dissipated into a professional smile when he took in Kouen’s attitude. "Yes? What troubles you, sir?" he asked, and Kouen’s smirk widened a fraction. He crossed the distance between the door and the table, and placed a bundle in front of Mu.
“Somehow, it seems as if the person who makes our lunch boxes at home every day forgets to bring his own with him. Do you have any suggestions as to what I should do to change that?”
Mu snorted, but cut it off by biting his lip. “Well,” he said thoughtfully. “I suppose there are some ways that it could be solved, but have you questioned the culprit before seeking my advice?”
“As a matter of fact,” Kouen said, drawing out the words, “no, but he seems so airheaded sometimes, I worry that it wouldn’t help to simply ask him to stop forgetting.”
“That is troubling,” Mu said, and he laced his fingers together, resting his hands on the table surface, just near the bundled lunch box in front of him. “I may have a theory though, if you are willing to listen, sir.”
Kouen refrained from raising an eyebrow, and instead adopted an attentive expression. “Yes?”
“Please do your roleplaying somewhere else,” said a voice from the doorway, and Mu and Kouen looked over toward it.
“Ah, Sergeant Karimi, hello.” Mu smiled at the other man. “What can I help you with?” Masrur looked between him and Kouen, and then walked over to hand Mu a file. “My report,” he said, and Mu nodded. “Alright, thank you, Masrur.” Masrur nodded, lingered a moment to give them another look, and then he turned to leave.
Mu cleared his throat, and looked back at Kouen. “My apologies,” he said. “Would you still be interested in hearing my theory, sir?” Kouen nodded. “Well then. Perhaps it is simply that your husband wishes to see you more often, even if it’s only for a few minutes?”
Kouen made a thoughtful sound. “Perhaps you’re right. But officer, I never mentioned that the person in question was my husband.”
“Truth be told,” Mu covered Kouen’s hand with one of his own. “I must confess. I have seen you before, and have been unable to tear my eyes from you. I am terribly jealous of your husband, to have been so lucky as to marry a person like you.”
Kouen had just been ready to act scandalous - as scandalous as he could manage to pretend - when another voice interrupted them.
“Seriously? Come on, at least close the fucking door.”
Mu let out a groan and entirely abandoned the act of a cop flirting with a married man. He ran a hand over his face, then smiled up at his subordinate. “Yes, Doron?”
Doron bared his teeth at them, and despite his eyes not being visible, it was all too easy to tell his expression. “If you need to get laid, go get laid, just don’t make us watch your damn spectacle, it’s creeping me out.” He dumped a pile of documents on Mu’s desk. “The files on the jewel case that you wanted.” He turned, and when he left the office he slammed the door shut behind him. Kouen looked at the door for a few moments of silence.
“That one does have a mouth on him,” Kouen stated matter-of-factly. “The mood is ruined,” he continued. He pressed a kiss to Mu’s cheek. “If you’re forgetting your lunch boxes on purpose, I will pull all the laces from your shoes and feed them to Taraneh.”
“Ouch, that bad? How petty.”
“You knew I was petty when you married me. And it’s not like I mind, but it would be a hassle if you forgot it when I didn’t have time to deliver it. You know I’m busy.”
Mu shook his head. He put a hand to Kouen’s cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Yeah, I’ll do my best to remember. At least when you’re too busy to pamper my like this.” There was a gagging sound from the outside the door, and Mu spoke to Doron on the other side. “You’re acting like my nine year old son, detective. If you don’t want to hear then don’t stand around out there.” He heard Doron mutter curses, and he shook his head. “You seem amused,” Kouen said. “Well, he’s young,” he said as an explanation. “He’s a good guy, and an excellent detective. Do you need to go back yet?”
Kouen nodded. “I’ll spare you a couple more minutes. But then I need to get ready for a conference call.” He pulled himself up on a free spot on the table, leaned on his arm with his palm on the table, and curled his other hand around the back of Mu’s head. “So? What are you waiting for?”
“My restraint,” Mu replied. Kouen blinked, arching an eyebrow. Mu cleared his throat. “So I don’t just jump you right here.” Kouen let out an amused breath of air. “Don’t keep me waiting too long though. I’d rather have a few invigorating kisses before I go.” Mu smiles up at him, and put his hands behind his ears, cupping his head in his palms. He brushed his lips against Kouen’s. “Hmm, I better do my best, then.”