Don leaned over Stella's shoulder so that he could read the test results as well. Their bodies weren't touching, but he could feel the heat coming off of her, and it took every ounce of concentration for him to keep the words on the paper from becoming indistinct blurs. He could have sworn that she was becoming more distracting every day, and -
"That's it!" Stella finally yelled, causing Don to jump back. "I can't do this anymore!"
Flack frowned in confusion. "Do what?"
"You!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. "You are no longer allowed within...five feet of me. Ever."
His face fell, and there was pain mingled with the confusion. "What did I do?"
Stella gestured wildly, her frustration mounting. "You just...you smell too damn good! And then you stand behind me, smelling like that, and smiling like that, and I just...I want to jump you! And since I can't do that -"
She never finished her sentence. Flack moved forward quickly, her words sending a shiver through him as he took her face in his hands and kissed her firmly. When she didn't pull away, he let his hands fall to her waist and he tilted his head, taking the kiss even deeper. Stella sank against him, moaning as they drank one another in. Eventually they separated, their foreheads touching as they breathed heavily.
"Why can't you?" he asked, his voice low.
"I thought it was against the rules."
"Whose rules? 'Cause those rules suck. I hate those rules."
"We could trash the rules. Make our own."
He kissed her again. "I like those rules."