Hermann sat in front of his computer, waiting. He turned around to see Newton where he usually was, beside a large chunk of Kaiju remains. He stared at him freely because the man couldn't see him. Newton's jeans clung firmly to his thighs and backside, his white button-down obscuring little of the shape of his torso. Newton felt a chill wash over him, despite his three layers of clothing, as he thought about how warm Newton must be to have that one layer on, his arms almost always exposed to the lukewarm air of their Shatterdome lab. With every motion of his hands inside the Kaiju specimen, Newton's arms pulled at the white fabric, revealing the physicality of his shoulders, the muscles, the blades. His shoulders and upper back always looked so inviting. Perhaps because that was what he most often saw of his lab partner. Or because he imagined his body to be warm and strong. What if they were in an established relationship? He could feel that warmth whenever he wanted. He let himself go all dreamy, not focusing on anything in particular, imagining what it would be like...
"Come and have a cuddle," Hermann said, uncharacteristically romantic and suggestive, with a sly friendly smile and an enticing gesture of his head. Newton stopped cleaning off a scalpel, let it clatter onto a tray and walked over to him.
"The Marshal will be here any minute," he said in disbelief, "You know how punctual he is."
"Come sit on my lap and have a cuddle," he repeated, still smiling tenderly. A wry look passed over Newton's face.
"Oh, I see, you wanna get caught." Hermann didn't say anything and pulled Newton onto his lap and into a lovely deep kiss. Newton wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Hermann ran his hands up his back. Yes, he was warm. He explored the subtle curves of his musculature between his shoulder blades. Newton breathed in, filling his lungs to the brim, which pressed them even closer together. He moved his mouth away from Hermann's and started to nuzzle his neck. Hermann squeezed him lovingly. He felt a strong hand reach down over his back between his own shoulder blades and dig its fingers in with gentle passion. The feeling of Newton straddling his lap, chest close up against his own, was, would be, heaven. He was enveloped in warmth. Newton had got his breath back and began to kiss his mouth again, and again. Hermann couldn't imagine the exact sequence of movements their lips could make, would make, but just the sensation of their lips touching, being enfolded, was...
Someone authoritative cleared their throat. Newton got off of him and they were parted like interrupted lovers in a film. ...
His mouth was parted, breathing steadily but deeply, staring into an invisible abyss, depth of field completely out of focus.
"Uh, Hermann, Hermann?" Newt said, waving a hand in front of his face. Hermann jumped and sprang to his feet erratically. Pentecost was standing, waiting for Hermann to discuss his latest findings with the aid of his computer. They were both staring at him. Stacker, annoyed; Newton perplexed. They couldn't guess what he had been thinking about, could they? Of course not. That was impossible. But he must have looked flushed, pupils dilated, surely Newton, an expert in biology, would see these things. After Stacker left, Newton nudged him.
"Jesus dude, what were you thinking about?" Newton smirked and walked away. Hermann would have to be very careful in future about letting his mind wander into such delectable fantasies before such an important meeting.