Author's note: I have both a spycraft story and an emotional piece that was requested in progress, but this scene wouldn't leave me alone. This is silly and fun and a one-off. This is a month after the events of 3X16.

"Uh, wow," was all Annie could manage as she collapsed on top of Auggie.

"Yeah," his normally witty banter stifled as well.

"That was, umm," she tried to swallow but her throat was dry.

"Yeah," he seemed to only know one word now.

Auggie traced his fingers up her back, a fine sheen of sweat evidence of their earlier enthusiasm. Annie melted her body against his and tried to regulate her breathing. Barely five minutes later Auggie's stomach decided to announce its need for food.

"Hungry?" she chuckled, her ear very close to said stomach and she kissed it lightly.

"We keep skipping dinner," he nearly whined.

"I didn't hear you debating food over sex earlier," she shimmied up to kiss his lips this time.

"I didn't know I had a choice, you had me pinned to the door before I got it locked."

"That is because you tortured me all day long in that black shirt. Every time I looked up you were within sight, reaching or stretching or turning so I could see that shirt pull across your shoulders just so, or twist at your waist at just the right angle," she ran her fingers over each part of his body as she catalogued them.

"Well I could have been wearing a fisherman's sweater and a down jacket, it was you who started this with your Morse Code tapping in Joan's briefing," he kissed her fingers one by one.

"We always used Morse Code to communicate," she looked confused.

"Yes, but recently you have moved your hand from my knee to my thigh and it is truly distracting."

"You kept up just fine," her voice turned deep and Auggie wanted to roll her over and show her how distracting he could be, but he was really hungry.

"How about some dinner? I'll cook," Auggie offered and kissed her soundly.

"Sounds good, just let me do a quick walk through," she slid out of bed and he heard her slip a tee shirt over her body.

He closed his eyes as he heard her move through the apartment picking up the remnants of their frenzied entry. It was a pretty distinct path from door to bed of shoes, clothes and undergarments, but Annie could not seem to locate her bra.

"Where did you fling my bra?"

"Off of you, that is as specific as I can be," he chuckled.

"Aha!" she triumphed as she saw the white lace cup peeking out from a book shelf.

Annie returned to the bedroom and dumped her bounty on the bed.

"All clear," she grinned at him.

"I'm sorry you have to clean up after us," he looked shy.

"Don't be silly, it is literally my pleasure, and as I pick up each item," she ran his silk tie over his bare shoulders," I get to remember how it came off."

Later over scrambled eggs and toast Auggie broached the subject of actually dating.

"I think we should go on a real date. It has been a month. I meant to take you out that first Friday night," he blushed a little remembering showing up at Annie's door fully intent to take her out as they had planned on the plane, but just like the night he arrived to talk, they barely got a few sentences out before they were naked again.

"Auggie we can barely make it through the front door without literally tearing each other's clothes off, a restaurant might be risky," she giggled.

"I think the fear of an arrest for public indecency would be deterrent enough," he shrugged.

"If you could see yourself in that black button down you would disagree."

The End