#sofiahendrick

Sometimes they only have a few, precious moments to spend with each other on the insanely busy days (of which there are many). And when that happens, they make those moments count.

Baird is fighting a losing battle against the ever-growing mountain of repairs in the garage when the door bursts open. He looks up to see Sam power-walking towards him, a familiar determined expression that makes his stomach flip-flop. He opens his mouth to say hi, but before he can get the words out Sam crashes into him, grabs his head forcefully and crushes their lips together.

Alright then, he thinks, but he isn't foolish enough to try and talk through the kiss. She must only have a few free minutes. Her hands roam all over his face, cupping his jaw, fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. Her mouth is fierce and commanding against his, hungry and completely focused. She knows exactly what she wants and he's almost - almost - struggling to keep up.

He realises his arms are handing limply, stupidly, by his side and immediately rectifies this. Running his hands up under her shirt and along her ribs, he's rewarded with a needy groan that sends a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine and landing right between his legs. He loses himself in the moment, moving his fingers around to her back, feeling for the claps of her bra --

And then she's pulling away, without so much as a by-your-leave, and out of arm's reach before his brain can catch up.

"See you tonight," she says without turning around, but he can hear the grin in her voice.