You guys were supposed to be working. You kept telling yourself that over and over, barely hearing the words over the sheer heat of Sam's kisses. Airplane crash…investigate… but the words jumble together and lose all meaning as you look at Sam, wearing his FBI suit, lookin' so…so good. He smirks a little, tongue tracing your bottom lip before pulling away.

"What? Too much?"

His hand smoothes your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear before kissing your nose lightly.

"I just…"

You swallow, out of breath.

"You're just…whoa."