*Okay, here's a little snippet of an idea I have for a new fic. So many people have been asking me for more, shall we say detailed scenes. I'll see how we go. Lol. Please review, let me know what you think and I'll see if it's worth continuing with. Thanks and enjoy!*

"This is the last time." His voice was heavy on the air in the small room. "It's gone too far now, I'm done." Tucking his shirt back in, he tore his eyes away from her as she re-buttoned her blouse.

"Fine." She spoke confidently, a slight smirk gracing her lips. Finishing her buttons, she replaced her stethoscope back around her neck.

"Don't you feel any kind of remorse?" Contorting his face with a mixture of anger and confusion, he just stared at her, awaiting an answer.

"This doesn't mean anything, Sam."

"That's not the point, Connie."

"Okay, what is the point then? You're not seriously going to start pretending you have a conscience now, are you?"

"I'm getting married." He hissed angrily, following through with a laugh that held absolutely no sign of humour. "Not that you'd know anything about dedicating yourself to someone you love, in fact I'm not sure you're even capable of loving anyone other than Grace." Throwing a little shade into his sentence, his lip curled angrily before he moved his attention to re-zipping his pants and fastening his belt.

"Please, come off it!" She shook her head, reaching for the door handle but his hand slammed the door shut before she could open it fully.

"I'm serious, this ends now."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Her face was only centimetres away from his, the breathy exchange of words making him feel some type of way again. It angered him to no end and she knew it. Smiling smugly at his pained expression, she removed his hand from the door before whispering in his ear and sending a shiver down his spine. "You've got lipstick on your neck, Mr Strachan."

Before he could even grasp what had just happened, she was gone. Leaving him stood stupidly in the tiny store room. It had fast become one of their favourite rendezvous spots. During work hours anyway, outside of work it was in a parked car somewhere concealed or if they were feeling really splashy, a hotel room. Never each other's houses, it was too risky with Emma and Jacob on the scene. Not to mention Grace, she was the only person Connie was concerned about hurting with this weird situation. She wasn't even sure how it started. Their exchange of glances during a patient wedding, followed by a heated argument and a slap across the face for Sam. Boom, that was it.

It was as equally confusing to Sam. Poor Sam. He was really in a pickle at the moment, Emma had moved over from the States to be with him. She'd sacrificed everything to be here, he'd even proposed and she said yes. The guilt was starting to chip away at him slowly, but he was addicted. He didn't know what it was or why he couldn't help himself but their little sex sessions were like a drug for him, giving him the biggest and most incredible highs. He was always left wanting more, he couldn't keep away and it infuriated him to think that Connie could just walk away from this little thing they had going on and she would be completely unbothered. But this was it, this time was the last time. It had to be.

But it wasn't.

In fact, only a measly three days passed before he found himself in the same situation once again. This time somewhere new.

"Shhh." He removed his lips from the side of her neck immediately, letting his instruction become heard upon drawing a throaty moan from her. He was feeling super sketchy due to their current surroundings. To be honest, he was slightly surprised the toilet cubicle frame wasn't quaking with their movements. The whole setup of these toilets was extremely flimsy, not that he was really studying the architecture of Grace's school toilets. He was far too deep in other matters at this moment in time. Quite literally. Her upper back was pressed up against the flat of the wall, her legs over his hips as his body supported hers. His left arm was wrapped around her lower back whilst his right hand remained pressed up against the cubicle door to stop it from rattling the lock as he thrusted quickly. The adrenaline rush of being caught was an added benefit of their little get-togethers, it merely added to the high. Every noise she made, along with every breath he panted, was echoed through the large tiled room.

"Oh my god." He whispered exasperatedly down her neck, his movements speeding up before his lips found hers, kissing her deeply he got caught up in the moment. Losing all self-control, he let go of the door, mimicking her actions as he moved his hand quickly to her throat, gripping it tightly as he got closer and closer to his release. She tightened her hold on his throat to match his grip on hers whilst her left hand remained under his shirt, travelling up his right side as she raked her nails over the skin on his back. He could feel her breath quickening, her throat tightening as she neared her climax too. Moaning into his mouth, they continued to wrestle one another's tongues. His arousal hit an entire new level as she came, she instantly pulled away from the kiss as she rode out her orgasm with an ecstatic moan, her head tilted back in a state of pure ecstasy. Her satisfaction brought him to the edge, his head buried in the nook between her shoulder and neck as he groaned deeply into her skin, his teeth grazing at her hot flesh as he too reached his climax. Slowing his hip movement down gradually, he continued to hold her up, riding out the strong feeling of pleasure as they both panted heavily, regaining their composure.

This was the level of urgency it had now reached. They were attending Grace's school play this evening, not together but with their respected partners. Yet here they found themselves, screwing in the school toilets like a couple of naughty teenagers. They didn't even bother undressing, Sam merely pulled his zipper down, rolled her skirt up over her hips and pulled her underwear to the side before hoisting her up against the wall. He did, however, lose control for split second in a sexual frenzy and roughly pull her shirt open to expose her neck and shoulders. The insubstantial material of her blouse sliding down her back and now just hanging pathetically on her forearms, her skirt was pushed up so far it almost met her bra, which was nicely laid bare to his view. She'd frantically tugged his shirt from his pants too in order to feel his skin as it heated with arousal. They were breaking unspoken rules now, leaving tell-tale marks on one another's bodies. Secretly it was a thrill to both of them, knowing they'd marked each other as their territory and there was a possibility their partner could find it.

Setting her down, he began his usual routine of inserting himself back into his trousers, doing up his zipper after tucking his shirt back in. All the while, keeping his gaze on her as she shimmied her skirt back down over her hips and re-did her blouse buttons. She licked her upper lip, catching him staring she smiled seductively.

"Give it a minute before you come out, we can't have people talking." She unlocked the door and brushed past him with a close proximity, she approached the mirror and checked her appearance before leaving the toilets completely, her heels clicking down the corridor until he could no longer hear anything. That was his cue to leave too.

"There you are." Emma gushed as he approached her through the crowds of gathering parents, she holding her clutch purse under her arm as she chatted with some of the Mothers. "You didn't get any drinks?" Questioning confusedly, she looked at his empty hands, reminding him that he'd gone to get some drinks before bumping into Connie and having one thing lead extremely quickly to another.

"Sorry, the queue was a mile long." He lied, snaking his hand under her arm and across her lower back, holding her tightly to his side. "We can have drinks later, in private." He was about to kiss her but the guilt stopped him. He couldn't keep doing this. The high was incredible, unmatched even but the low he'd feel afterwards was quickly starting to outweigh the high.

Dirty secrets are hard to keep. Like dead bodies, they always float to the surface.

Eventually.