They were on his desk. Again.
Wash could feel the cool surface of the glass through the back of her shirt and, as always, it was a sensational contrast to the warmth of Nathaniel's chest against hers. She was trying to stifle her moans as he rocked gently, then not so gently against her. It was the middle of the afternoon and she's just walked in to get his approval on some paperwork. Next thing she knew she being thoroughly groped (and then some) and desperately hoping no one else needed the commander for anything today.
He was busy working his way back up her throat and she was busy banging her head on the glass and biting her lip when she croaked out, "Mark!"
Taylor pulled back with a hazy grin, "I thought we were trying to be discrete?"
Wash popped him one on the back of his head without even looking and indicted where she was looking. "No. Mark."
Taylor's eyes focused up passed her flushed face, and sure enough, there was Reynolds, gaping like fish in his doorway.
"Something you needed Corporal?" Taylor asked calmly, planting his forearms in relaxed way on either side of Wash's red face. Her hands came up to cover said face when Mark's eyes started doing a panicked dance between her and her CO. This was all his fault and she would have no part in it just now.
"Uuuhhh… I um... Nothing that requires immediate attention sir." Reynolds saluted, and fled from the room like there was a Nyko on his tail.
"Hm. Next time I'll remember to lock the door," Taylor mused.
Wash stared up at him in horror. "Next time? Poor kid is never gonna be able to look me in the face again and you are thinking of a next time?"
Taylor smirked down at her. "If Reynolds knows what's good for him all he will remember is walking in on an awkward sparing session."
"Oh really? And I was moaning in what then. Exertion? Pain?" she muttered as Taylor returned to his former ministrations.
"Agony, Lieutenant," he rolled his hips against hers, making her let out another of the incriminating sounds. "Beautiful agony."