Kavanagh turned, suddenly conscious of a presence at his elbow. Two arms closed around his neck and warm lips took his violently. He let out a yelp and tried to straighten up, but the slender, wiry body pressed him firmly back against the desk. One of the shapely legs lifted, sliding up the outside of his hip, and plunged knee-first across the desk, knocking off several pencils and an empty coffee cup as her body pressed against his, demandingly.

Kavanagh gasped for air.

"Dr. Weir!" he squeaked. He threw up one arm between them, trying desperately to settle his dislodged glasses back into place.

"Yes?" she breathed, her lips bare centimeters away from his.

"I don't think–-I-–what are you—-mmmf!" He gave up on the glasses and gripped the desk behind him with both hands.

Her arms relaxed, her hands slid caressingly down his arms, then slipped up under his shirt, questing fingers finding their targets quickly.

"Aaagh! D–Doctor Weir!" There was pure panic in his voice. She paused for a second, drew back just slightly. Her eyes followed his to the evidence of the effect her mouth and hands were having on his trembling body.

"What are you afraid of?"

"We can't–-I-—I–-" He put up both hands, palms forward, closing his eyes. His mouth made a thin, tight line as he tried valiantly to bring himself under control. She plucked the glasses suddenly from his nose.

"No!" He made a grab for them, too late. She folded them shut, neatly and swiftly, and tucked them down the front of her shirt.

"D-don't do that–-you'll break them-–they're–aaaaah! very–-fr-fragile–-"

She slipped her arms around him.

"I won't break anything. I'm good with...fragile things."

She drew back one hand and dropped it lightly over something else that was arguably fragile and furthermore something he most definitely didn't want broken.

"Oh..my...God..." he whimpered, grabbing at the desk for support. She was touching him, stroking him, and suddenly he wasn't struggling anymore...he was even pressing back against her hungry kisses...one hand slipped up to caress her hair, her cheek, her throat...his other hand left the desk as he pushed himself up...

Her eyes suddenly opened wide. She looked down at him, then with horror at herself.

"What in the—-"

She jerked back. Confusion and suspicion crossed her face. Her brows lowered.

"No, wait–-"

The very air cringed at the slap she gave him. He dropped back, panting, watching her with incredulity and dismay. One hand stole up to cradle his reddening cheek.

She gasped suddenly, covering her face with both hands.

"Dr. Kavanagh–-I—don't feel-very good–-"

She staggered slightly and he thrust himself forward to catch her, grimacing as she slumped against him.

"Oh. Whoo. Ah. Oh. Ok. Just...here." He gathered her in his arms, clumsily. She clutched at him for support.

"Hold on. You'll be ok." He pressed his receiver a bit more firmly into his ear.

"Infirmary, this is Dr. Kavanagh. We have a medical emergency in Lab 32."

He lowered her to a sitting position and dropped down beside her, licking his lips nervously.

"Try putting your head between your knees. It'll help keep you from passing out."

She stared at him woozily.

"What's happening?"

He closed his eyes and sighed with more than a little frustration.

"Believe me, I wish I knew. Here. Head down."

She obeyed, finally.

"Uh...hey, um..."

She looked up, her eyes slightly unfocused. His hand was wavering close to her chest. She frowned and slapped at it. He raised both hands instantly in denial. She glowered at him.

"Kavanagh, if you think this is your opportunity to get back at me by taking advantage of this, you can just forget it! "

"I–-no! Really, I'm not-–" He pressed a sincere hand to his heart. Her eyes narrowed.

"Please, I–-you–-" He looked at her miserably, nodded with resignation as she cocked her head fiercely at him, and settled back down. His hands plopped into his lap and he winced, as if he'd suddenly remembered something. His voice was tinged with despair when he spoke.

"You've...got my glasses."

"I–-what?"

"Yes. You took them. They're-–" He gestured carefully, his lips white and compressed with strain.

"–-in there."

She examined herself, found them and drew them out, looking at him with fear-filled eyes.

"Here," she whispered, handing them to him.

He took them, gave her a deeply reproachful look, and opened them very deliberately, his hands shaking slightly as he settled them on his nose.