Hey guys! I was looking through my files on my hard drive and revisited this fic. I had been meaning to post this, but my muse had faded away and now (fingers-crossed/"jinks" *knocks on wood*) my muse has slowly filtered its way back to my brain. This was originally intended to be a one-shot, but after reading it over, I thought it would be more fun to make it a few chapters long.

Hope you enjoy~

P.S.: The first part of this chapter is bordering on an m-rating, just to let you all know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warehouse 13 or any of the characters.

"Mmm." Claudia sighed contently as the haze from her sleep slowly started to dissipate. Vaguely, she registered fingers lightly tracing the spine of her back. She smiled as she heard the thump, thump, thump of her companion's heartbeat underneath her head.

"Mornin'," she mumbled, bringing the man closer to her.

Said man let out a hearty chuckle as he placed his lips to the crown of her head. "Good morning."

"What time is it?" She asked.

She felt the man twist his head over to the digital clock on her nightstand before responding, "7:30."

She let out a disappointed sigh."Meaning, you're about to leave," Reluctantly, she moved to pull away from him.

"Or…" The man trailed off, but before she could decipher the meaning behind the ambiguity, her world was sent upside down as she felt her back hit the mattress. "…I can stay." His breathy whisper to her ear was followed by a trail of kisses down the side of her neck and onto her collarbone.

Her breathing was now coming in short gasps. It took all the strength she could muster up to say, "We're going to get caught if you keep this up." Despite what her mind asserted, her body betrayed her; the moan coming out of her mouth only encouraging her partner's ministrations.

Her back arched into his body as he came up to meet her eyes. "Then aren't you glad that you made all of Leena's rooms sound proof?"

Even after two years, the mention of the late B&B owner and warehouse consultant still stung. And no matter what anyone else said, this place would always be Leena's. Artie had bought the B&B a few months back for preservation sake, but he insisted on keeping Leena's name on the sign outside. No one had objected.

"Yeah, well it had to be done after not sleeping for two straight days because of Pete and Myka."

A hearty laugh escaped her partner's lips before a flicker of lust in his eyes changed his demeanor. "If they hadn't gotten together, you would've been the one screaming at all hours of the night and keeping up everybody in this house."

"Hey! You're guilty too! And plus, whose fault is that? Hmm?" A crooked smile formed on her lips and he mirrored it before crashing his lips onto hers.

Her hands found their way around his neck as one of his skimmed the length of her thigh ever so slightly. Her moan was captured by his lips as he kissed her with even more fervor. She took the small distraction to turn the tables. It was her turn to take control. As his back hit the mattress, the man let out a guttural moan that shot right towards her core, making her want her partner even more.

"It's almost 8, you know." Claudia tossed her hair to one side as she lowered herself onto her companion's body slowly. Inch by torturous inch, she kissed her way from his throat to his abs, all the while maintaining her eye contact with him – something that turned Agent Steve Jinks on immensely.

And right after leaving a kiss a few centimeters below his belly button, she rose up, causing Steve to let out a frustrated groan.

A wicked grin overtook her features as she let one finger lightly slide down the center of his chest. "This is so unlike you Agent Jinks; to break the rules."

Smirking, he said, "Well, I broke the cardinal rule of being gay, so why not break some more?"

She rested a palm on the center of his chest where her tantalizing finger once was and lowered herself onto him, her lips only millimeters away from his. Steve's eyes fluttered shut as he waited in anticipation of his lips meeting those of the woman currently straddling him.

But it never came.

He felt a pat of her hand on his chest as she slipped off of her position on top of him and then the bed, leaving it (and him) cold and empty. Picking up his dress shirt that had been haphazardly tossed over her arm chair, she smirked at him.

"Oh, you are such a temptress." He growled.

A sly grin made its way onto her features as she buttoned up his dress shirt, walking towards him.

"Come on," Steve rose up on his knees – his aversion to clothing currently evident – grasped his dress shirt in his hand, and pulled her towards him, "15 minutes never killed anyone."

Claudia pulled back slightly and eyed him incredulously, "Really?"

"Okay, fine," he acquiesced. "Maybe 15 minutes did kill somebody - and me, once - but we're safe for now." Slowly, he started unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"For now," she mocked him with a teasing smile. She took a moment before saying, "Artie will if he finds out. And he most definitely will if you don't get to your room before he calls for breakfast." She warned.

"Well, good thing you invented that little gizmo over there," he nods over to a small rectangular metal box with a mesh like design on the front (much like a speaker) and a variety of buttons on top that rested on her nightstand and continued, "where we can hear someone knock on the door and yell for us."

Taking a pause, he continued to unbutton his shirt. "And, on the subject of getting me back to my room, how do you think that'll even work? You know, with you stealing my shirt from me."

She shrugged, smirk still in place, "Sneaking around is half the fun."

"And the other half?"

"The sex. It's astounding," she said dramatically.

He chuckled, "Astounding, huh?"

She nodded, "Freaking mind-blowing."

"So, is that it then? Are you just using me for your physical needs?" With faux sadness in his voice, he looked up at her.

"Amongst other things." She smiled at him, bringing him up from his perch on the edge of the bed, and up to meet her lips. "We're going to get in trouble," she mumbled as he moved his lips effortlessly to the crook of her neck. He unbuttoned the last button of his shirt and effectively pooling the offending piece of clothing by her feet.

"I don't care," Steve declared as he flipped her onto the bed, him now on top of her.

"Ooh, naughty." She teased.

"Oh, you have no idea." His voice was low and tempting as he silenced her laughter with a kiss.

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Downstairs at breakfast – only 30 minutes later – Steve and Claudia sat side by side each other as Artie started his daily announcements. As usual, Pete and Myka also sat side by side one another with Pete sitting next to Claudia.

"No new pings today, which means inventory for all of you."

Everyone grunted in response.

"Except," the teams' breaths all hitched in anticipation, "Steve and Myka."

Reaching across, Steve motioned for a high-five with Myka which she gladly returned. Claudia slapped his arm away from her face and scowled at him. Steve just gave an innocent smile in return.

"I need you guys to shelve some of the items in the Ovoid Quarantine. It's getting a little crowded in there."

Steve slumped. "That's the same thing as inventory, just more walking."

"Stop whining. You're an ATF agent – isn't physical fitness a requirement?" Artie countered.

Before Claudia could make a joke, Artie raised his hand in retort. "Too late, oh wise one." The rest of the team snickered in response while Claudia brooded silently.

As Pete stuffed an Oatmeal Scotchie into his mouth, Myka asked, "Anything else?"

"Mmf," Artie started, his mouth full of freshly baked orange scone.

Making up for the loss of the previous remark, Claudia jumped on the chance to tease the warehouse supervisor, "Don't forget to chew old man, you need to save your energy to get your exercise in for the day."

Pete raised a fist towards her which Claudia gladly reciprocated.

"Devil child," Artie remarked. Claudia gave him a smug grin in return. "Bismarck is coming back to update new security measures for the Warehouse's computer system. Just hope that he does it properly this time." His last sentence was muttered under his breath as he brought his drink up towards his mouth. Claudia's breath caught in her throat. Well, this was going to be an interesting day.

"Excuse me, who?" Steve asked, confusion on his face.

"Guy from Eureka. Super top secret place." Pete answered.

"Doug?" She asked for clarification (secretly – desperately – hoping for it to be someone else) as Myka gave her a knowing look, a smile on her face.

Artie nodded before proceeding to eat the rest of his scone.

"Who's Doug?" Steve whispered.

Claudia shook her head. "Nobody," she answered back.

A/N: Thanks for reading! So much! Please leave a review if you liked it! Or any constructive criticism. Thanks a bunch! :)

P.S.: Is it just me that loves this new Fanfiction font?!

Oh! And Aaron Ashmore is going to be back on Syfy! I would've preferred more seasons of Warehouse 13, but this is cool news.