A/N: Just a little drabble that came to my mind out of nowhere and nagged until I wrote it down. Femmeslash, so if that offends you kindly klick the little X in the upper corner and be on your marry way back to whatever rock you've been living under. You have been warned. Everyone else, enjoy. :)

The door clunked shut as her back collided with the hard wood. Bags hit the floor with a low thud and she found herself pinned in place forcefully.

A hand trapped hers above her head with surprising strenght, while the other roamed her body in an agonizingly slow pace.

I've missed you, you know." A husky whisper, accompanied by hot breath too close to her skin.

The brunette wasn't in any condition to reply. Her mind spinning, the most she could offer was a gutteral moan that only distantly resembled anything coherent.

Mhmm." Again with the breath – and gentle fingertips crawling under a blouse. Hot skin on hot skin. Nails raking teasingly over sensible flesh.

Her body tensed, shivered. „Sam.." More of a panting. A plea instead of the command she'd been going for. The blonde ckuckled lowly. Oh, her nerve. How could she act so infuriatingly unaffected?

Buttons became loose, hands freed as the silky material slid down her shoulders and onto the ground with a soft rustling..

A tap on the glass wall of her office brought Elizabeth out of her revere.
„Hey, you're back. So, how are things on the home front?"