Sam sat at the small, dimly lit motel table, hunched over his laptop with a laser focus as his fingers tapped rhythmically against the keyboard, combing through information for the latest case. His brows furrowed, eyes fixed on the screen, leaving you forgotten on the bed—a little restless and a lot ignored.

You’d tried coaxing him away with a few gentle nudges, even called his name once or twice, but he’d only mumbled that he was busy. So, with a smirk, you decide on a bolder move.

Sliding off the bed, you cross the few steps to him, leaning in to brush a series of soft kisses along the curve of his jaw. Sam mutters something, but you just smile and settle into his lap, straddling him with a soft sigh.

He lets out a quiet grunt, a chuckle slipping past his lips as he feels your weight against him, his hand coming to rest instinctively on your hip even as his gaze flickers back to the screen.

"Comfortable, baby?" he murmurs, though you can tell his focus is already beginning to waver.