Few had seen Sam like that. Without the body-hiding suit, without the perpetual tension that never seemed to leave him, with his breath hitched, not from being hit against the wall, but from the way you touched him...

This time you just didn't wait for the moment and snuggled up to him right as he was working on an improved version of the suit. The blueprints were immediately thrown away, and all his attention turned to you. Gideon happily responded to the kiss with the flavor of smoke and black coffee he'd just been drinking. But since you distracted him, he wasn't satisfied with one kiss. He kissed you again once more, and again, this time on your neck, where the wreath was pounding frantically beneath his lips.

He's completely naked now, resting his ass on the edge of his desk. The entrance to the research department is blocked, as are the doors to his office, so no one will be a spectator to the scene that is about to unfold. And if anyone wanted to hack into the cameras...let them watch; he had nothing to hide.

Sam slowly pulled himself up, sitting down slightly on the edge of the table. Even at a moment like this, he couldn't leave smoking, pulling a single self-twist and a lighter from the pocket of his crumpled pants that lay nearby. The flame flared almost immediately at the tip. The cigarette slipped between his open lips, he threw his head back and took a deep breath, letting a new dose of nicotine into his smoky lungs. Slowly, as if stretching out the pleasure, he exhaled a couple clouds of smoke, but suddenly he almost choked when you pressed closer and touched your hand to his thigh. Even so, he didn't put the cigarette away, just smirked and took another puff.

«Nothing like a cigarette to remind yourself that you're still alive...»

Now his gruff voice, that gave orders on the battlefield, sounded more like a satisfied rumble as his arm wrapped around your waist.

«But you're probably the best one to remind me of that.»