A/N: Sorry... I was planning on taking a week off from posting but then this scene popped into my head and I had to oblige. Smutty, angsty, case file this time.

~ I cant promise daily updates this time, but be sure I'll be updating it fairly often :)

Sam left a trail of clothes from his front door to his bathroom door. He reached in and turned on the shower. Without waiting for it to heat up he stepped in an pulled the curtain closed after him. It was already tepid but he forced his body under the strong stream. He braced his hands on the tiled wall either side of the shower head and bowed his head so the water was hitting the nape of his neck. He smelled of smoke and fire but despite that he could smell her. He hadn't even touched her, he had come so close. She moved toward him, even tilted her head. Then she stepped back and smiled. She moved away and had to stop watching her. Otherwise he was in danger of pushing her up against that fire truck and kissing her. Sam focused on two firemen who were rolling up a hose, then over at an EMT who was packing his tools away. He chanced a look at her and found her walking away, watching him and smiling.

So he left.

He spent as little time as he could at the barn filling out the paperwork then hurried home before she made it out of the locker room. Now in the shower the water was hot, as hot as he could take it and it all but scalded a trail down his back. He opened his eyes and turned under the spray. His back fell against the cold tiles but the shock did nothing to distract his mind from the thoughts of her. She would smell of smoke too, she had been around the fire longer. Her face was smudged with soot and dirt. She would need a shower too. He imagined he heard the click of his bathroom door opening and it was vivid enough to make him turn to see. Through the blue coloured curtain he would see her shadow cross the small bathroom, she would only pull the curtain aside enough to step in, so as to not let any of the steam out.

He stood up taller, his back to the spray to block it from her. She would reach up and place her hands on his chest and he'd let her. He wouldn't reach out to her, he'd let her set the pace. And it would be slow. He just knew it would be.

Her lips would be hot on his skin, hotter than the water would ever reach and she would burn a trail of kisses down his chest to his navel. She was kneeling now, her hands caressing where her lips were forgetting. Sam tipped his head back into the water; let it wash over his face. He opened his mouth as he felt her nipping on his hip bone. His balls tensed, her hands cupped them as her lips brushed his pubic bone, her tongue appeared and licked his shaft from tip to base then swirled around to the underside and licked him back up to the top where she released him after rasping it across the sensitive tip.

"Oh god."

Sam fell back against the tiles again and almost lost his footing. He reached out and grabbed the shelf for balance but almost lost it again when she took him in her hot wet mouth completely, her tongue twirling around him as she sucked him in. Sam reached down and put a hand on her head, not wanting her to move but loving the friction. He buried his fingers in her hair and as she moved around him he rolled his hips. His bowed his head to see her, her hair was loose, wet tendrils around her head, on her back and on his thighs. His erection was fully extended and he could feel himself close. His hand tightened in her hair and his hips moved faster. He needed this release to be hard and fast, there would be time for slow and lazy later.

One of her hands squeezed his balls lightly while the other reached around to his ass to push him into her further. Sam tipped his head back squeezed his eyes closed and with a grunt he came. She continued to suck, squeezed his ass and thrust him into her mouth three more times before slowing down. When he stopped twitching, she slowly released him, her tongue still playing with his hot sensitive skin.

Gradually Sam opened his eyes and looked up to the ceiling. He tipped his head forward and looked down at his flaccid spent penis in his own hand and he smiled. He turned to face the water and washed his body down. His muscles ached and his head swam. He towelled off then went to his room where he collapsed on the bed. He lay in the dark thinking about her. Wondering if she had gone home after the barn or gone to the black penny. Wondering if she had taken a shower. Wondering if she had found the same release he had.

Sam rolled over in his bed and pulled the sheet up around him. Another day on patrol tomorrow, sitting in the car next to her, teasing her and watching her squirm.

He couldn't wait.