It's been awhile since they did this.
It's been some time since they hooked up in a supply closet like high school kids, tearing each others clothes off as they kiss, hands groping at every inch of bared skin, breaths mingling together.
"I'm so - "
He tells her as he comes up for air, his lips now pressed against her neck.
"-pissed-"
Kiss.
"-at Maggie -"
Suck.
"- And Bailey-"
Tug.
"That genome lab should have not been opened without my permission!"
Kiss. Kiss. Suck. Tug.
She rolls her eyes both in desire and exasperation as she listens to him rambling on, her body humming with need while he rants and simultaneously makes her weak at the knees.
"My patient had a stroke."
She mentions.
"And Bailey, she knows better! She-"
He continues.
Barely listening to her, all wrapped up in his emotions, half in lust, half in anger.
"From having sex."
She dropped casually as she pulled away from him to kneel, her hands playing seductively with the waistband of his pants.
He stops at that.
His eyes blinking rapidly as he looks down at her while she looks up at him all innocently as she slowly strokes him with her hand.
"Soooo, your call. Would you rather have a stroke from being mad or from having mind blowing, toe curling sex with your wife?"
He grins.
And there was no more talking after that.