Samuel had decided that it was time for a stock-take. The database project had been going for four or so weeks now and he thought it was about time he knew what stage things were at. It wasn\'t that he wasn\'t working on it every night, linking and tagging scanned pages at a leisurely pace but... he hadn\'t been working very hard on it. That was unusual for him, for the library\'s contents were his passion but... he\'d found another for the past three weeks.
Vomas.
From bold beginnings had blossomed even more ardent couplings - every night, for increasingly greater lengths of time for the first couple of weeks. Given Vomas\' abstinence for two years, Samuel had completely understood his mind-hazing lust and desire to indulge with a willing bedmate. Every night, he\'d received an email; the first one had read, "I\'d like a repeat." Thereafter had simply come times - progressively earlier in the pre-dawn night, though they\'d managed to find more and more to do so that they always ended with Samuel creeping out of Vomas\' quarters just as the sun threatened to mount the horizon.
It hadn\'t made for very productive amounts of work getting done but Samuel - and, he believed, Vomas - hadn\'t cared. The sex was not overly passionate and Vomas\' efficiency deterred Sam from indulging in his usual amount of sensual explorations, but it was powerful, intense and supremely gratifying for all that it lacked any heartfelt connections and genuine feelings. They had respect and they had lust, there was little more required to spur two consenting adults with no emotional or physical obligations onward; a minor thing like lacking feelings wasn\'t going to hold them back.
Sadly, Vomas\' work ethic had begun to win back control over his lust by the third week, and their meetings had become less frequent. Sam had still been distracted, resisting the urge to ask if he\'d done anything wrong while he incessantly (and hopefully) checked his phone for email. He was better with it this week, understanding that they had reached a plateau of sorts; theirs was an arrangement, after all, not a relationship, and it wasn\'t conducive to a whole lot of in-depth communication. Vomas was needing to get his work life back in order, and so was Samuel...
But still, he checked his phone every half hour or so, hoping for an email.
Tonight, he was determined to not let it distract him and catch up on all his lagging work. He\'d been in each night but his workers were surprisingly more efficient than he\'d expected - Sable mostly - and there were an astounding amount of pages scanned, awaiting his attention and induction to the database. He and Sable had conversed a little each night but with Sam\'s attention not being what it should be and him leaving earlier than Sable did most nights, the vampire realise he\'d been remiss in looking after his employees. He planned to fix that.
Again, only with Sable, for the other two were vampire pets that generally were in the Chambers during the day, when their masters had no need of them. They\'d all met one another but Samuel wouldn\'t blame the werewolf if he didn\'t have much of an opinion on his workmates; they certainly hadn\'t put nearly the amount of effort into the work that Sable had. Mind, the youth having moved into the Chambers likely gave him some advantage; he was housed near the donors, as far as Sam knew.
Having dressed a little more formally tonight in black slacks, dapper white leather shoes and a white business shirt that had thumb-width vertical stripes of white satin running through it, Samuel was obviously focussed on business as he entered the library. He had a terminal set up not far from the three attached to the scanners (should all his employees decide to be productive at the same time, he\'d needed the three ready to accommodate them) and he want straight to it, to turn it on, before he approached Sable.
"Hey there, how\'s it going?" he greeted with a casual smile, his hands in his pockets (his right gently touching his phone, doubting it would vibrate with an email alert this early in the evening but touching it nevertheless) and his hips sashaying slightly due to his slow walk. When he reached his destination, he leaned against the corral that housed the computer/scanner that Sable was working at. His southern drawl was more pronounced in his warm greeting, his blue eyes twinkling and declaring that he was interested in getting a genuine answer from his employee.
