Fontbaum -squeeeeeeeee-
Frank interrupts Bridgette as she works one night.
What will happen?

The continuous ticking emitting from the clock on t he wall drove Bridgette closer to madness, she had been working 12 hours straight and was becoming increasingly short tempered, 1 of the lab assistants had already run out crying after Bridgette had yelled at her, calling her incompetent and telling her to find another job. Bridgette regretted it as soon as the assistant was gone but the feeling was fleeting and she was quickly absorbed back into her gene sequences.

She looked at the clock, swearing as she saw that it was past midnight, a whole day spent in the lab. Again. Maybe Sinclair was right, she did need a life.
Running her fingers through her dark curls she sighed softly, savoring the stillness and silence around her, knowing that when she came back tomorrow, it would be replaced with Suchongs yelling and the usual loudness of the goings on in the lab.

'I thought I'd find you here, working well into the night, as usual. You need to stop this Bridgette, it's not healthy.'

Bridgette turned in the direction of the smooth voice, raising an eyebrow at her boss, Frank Fontaine.

'And here I was thinking you didn't care.' Bridgette murmured, her voice softly accented and calming.

Frank chuckled lightly and shook his head, taking a few slow steps closer to Bridgette. His hands rummaged in the pockets of his jacket, finally pulling out a silver tin and a match box. Opening the tin he extracted a cigar and placed it in his mouth, he then struck a match and touched the flame to the tip of the cigar, skillfully throwing the match into the bin beside Bridgette. He inhaled deeply, taking his time in answering her.

'Now you know that's not true, I care about all my employees. And when my favorite scientist is working herself too hard and I feel the need to step in, I will. Go home Bridge, get some sleep."

Bridgette sighed softly and drew her gaze away from his light blue eyes to the numerous pieces of paper on the desk behind her. She turned her back on him, gathering up the papers and slipping them into her brown satchel, clasping it shut when she turned back to Fontaine, her brown eyes flickering up to meet his blue ones.

"Happy now?" She said a small smile on her lips.
"Not quite," Fontaine murmured,

He took a few more steps forward, stamping the cigar out under his foot, laughing at the look of confusion on Bridgette's face. Once he had closed the distance between them he leaned forward, wrapping his left arm around her waist and gently pulling her closer, he placed his right arm around her neck, his hand tangling in the curls at the back of her head.

"Relax Bridgette," He whispered in her ear, "I'm not going to hurt you."

She tilted her head up, her brown eyes locking on his.
"I know."

She wrapped her thin arms around his neck, touching her lips to his softly, hoping he would respond and not leave her feeling like an idiot.
When she felt his own lips return the kiss she relaxed, tightening her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his.

Frank smiled against Bridgette's lips, pulling her as close as he could as he kissed her softly.