sam stares at you from across the bedroom, watching as you put your suit outfit on. this was one of those cases where you guys had to use your fbi aliases.

a deep, throaty hum left his throat as he stood and walked over to you. he wraps his arms around you from behind, and places a kiss to your temple.

“good morning, agent” he says, teasingly, smirking slightly as he looks at your reflection in the mirror.