Who would've thought that a moment like this one would ever come to pass? A hunter and a werewolf in close quarters, something willingly given, something willingly taken. Peter's always thought it ironic, in a way, that werewolves should have this ability to take pain, yet all some ever saw were monsters in them. (Then again, he also understood that the capacity for both good and evil within humans and werewolves was unbounded.)

The relief showed visibly on Chris's face, Peter's eyes half-closed but not quite even as he kissed him back in an almost chaste meeting of the lips. He watched the pained lines smooth themselves out, his hand lingering before he withdrew it.

"You weren't getting anything done anyway." Which was partly due to Chris seeming more interested in talking with Peter than focusing on his files. Admittedly, Peter hadn't given him much window for it either, but if Chris had really wanted to work, he would've done it.

Peter threw a glance towards the direction of the bedroom.