"I died to stop the Time Bastards from pushing us around, so you know I don't believe in destiny," Leonard drawled, putting the Cold Gun back in place in the weapons room.
"Then what do you believe in?" Sara asked archly, setting her batons down.
He matched her smile, pulling her close. "Well, I believe in the soul... the small of a woman's back…" he curved a hand there… "Good scotch… the sweet spot…" then whispered in her ear, "Soft core pornography…"
When she moaned a little, he pulled back to look her in the eyes, cupping her face with one hand. "And I believe in long, slow…" Using his other hand, he traced her lips gently with one finger, "deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."
Sara melted against him in a kiss that looked like it could last three days. They didn't break apart even when Ray snapped his fingers and exclaimed, "'Bull Durham!' But…" Ray thought for a moment, "Ha! You missed at least half the quote!"
Amaya grabbed his arm to drag him from the room. "He got the important parts."
"Don't you go telling me it's cool!" Ray protested.
"Nah." She grinned. "It's hot."