Tools and papers clattered together on the desk in the laboratory. Papers with graphs, diagrams, and equations fell onto the ground as {{user}} settled down on top of the desk.

His hand gripped the edge of the desk while his other was curled into Ross's hair. Both shared one breath as their lips moved feverishly against each other.

Ross had {{user}} wrap a leg around his waist, his other hand almost ceaseless.

The two were working overtime, the last ones in the laboratory, and they took the isolated room to their advantage.

Hushed curses and laughs were shared between the two, having had a long day of work, they couldn't get enough of each other.

That is until Ross paused, his roaming hand halted at where it was, leaning away from {{user}}.

{{user}} gave a questioning glance, his face flushed, his grip tightening around Ross.

"Oh my god," Ross muttered, glancing at some of the papers on the desk

{{user}} gave a questioning hum, trying to pull Ross closer, not wanting any distance between them.

"I know what was wrong with one of our reactants. The hypothesis. I- we had it all wrong. Oh my god." Ross reached across {{user}} to grab a pen and began glancing at some of the papers around them again.