Hello in February! Hope you are all well! ^_^

It's been a while since been I wrote something playful so here we are back with another in this collection!

Disclaimer: If Totally Spies was mine you would be watching these scenes on TV instead of reading them on a fanfic site lol.

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First-Hand Experience

"Quick! In here!"

Keeping her eyes closed to protect them against the cold and wet flurries invading her face, Sam followed the deep rumble of her husband's voice and let her feet move in its direction.

Soon enough she knew she'd reached him when she felt his large hand on her back helping guide her inside to whatever shelter it was that he'd managed to find for them.

"Please please let it be a nice little cottage!" Sam prayed desperately needing to warm up right now. "Or a cozy log cabin with a fire going!"

A mission in the depths of the countryside of Chamonix, France in peak winter season had frozen her down to her soul. Why Jerry couldn't send them on more weather friendly adventures was beyond her.

She raced inside and felt the door shut behind her. After taking a few seconds to catch her rampant breaths she finally opened her eyes to survey her new surroundings. Her face fell the second she did at finding not a comfy little abode as their rest stop tonight as she'd hoped but rather a very old, very dilapidated, very dingy looking little country barn.

Unimpressed and displeased, her eyes scrutinized the premises which were made up of what appeared to be nothing more than wooden boards that had been nailed together shabbily. The ceiling had a gaping hole in the ceiling where snow was steadily trickling through and the floor of the barn was littered with nothing but old farming tools, torn sacks of what appeared to have once been grain, and a whole lot of hay.

And seeing how Tim had found this place for them to spend the night, Sam's eyes widened in horror at connecting the dots that the hay was to be their bed.

"What?" She heard him ask, clearly having noted the upset look on her face although not sounding like he had any clue as to why it was there.

She watched him as he dusted snow off his black trench coat and then flung his head back to get the snow off his bangs doing that sexy hair flick he always did that she was to this day unsure if he did on purpose or not.

Rubbing his hands together Tim raised them up to his mouth and blew hot air into them to try and thaw them a little. As he did that his eyes darted around to look for wood and tinder. They needed to start a fire now if they intended to survive this night without becoming popsicles.

Locating the necessary supplies he got to work and grinned to himself when within mere moments, he had a healthy fire roaring high. Holding his hands out in front of it he instantly felt his body temperature improve.

"See?" He called out to his wife proudly. "Perfectly good place to stay the night!"

Hearing no response from her save for an unnecessarily extended sigh, he turned his head over his shoulder to find Sam actually standing there grimacing. And it took her just one glance at his confused face to start reeling off her long list of rebuttals against why his plan for them to stay put here all night was a terrible one.

"I think not! Baby, do you know that hay is an excellent host for rodents and a whole bunch of insects?" She started with her hands on her hips and a pout on her face as she began reciting them for him as though reading straight off a page from an expert's book on the subject, acting every bit like the nerdette that she was and he loved.

"Straw Itch Mites? Chiggers? Stable Flies? Fleas? And a large variety of spiders including the extremely poisonous, very dangerous—"

Tim bit his cheek to suppress a chuckle as she paused to gulp and started twitching before she continued.

"Widow Spiders!" She cried out with her green eyes bulging as her hands flew into panicked fists. "Do you know that without medical attention you can get seriously sick and even DIE if you're bitten?!"

Unable to keep it in anymore, Tim snorted from his nostrils before letting out the laugh he'd been working so hard to leash back. And even though Sam hotly glared at him for it, he just held his stomach and kept giggling.

At times like this he really got a reminder of how different the lives he and his Mrs. had lived once had been. Sam had been relatively sheltered all her life while he? He'd been looking for a safe shelter ever since he'd been orphaned as a child, something that he'd only recently found with her after a decades long hunt.

But as wonderful as life was now, he'd never forget his past and that was why he was more than happy to tuck himself away here until morning. No matter how unsanitary it was, it was still a roof over their heads and a good hideout from their bad guy until they regrouped tomorrow and found a way to shut him down.

Besides, he knew from having read just as many books as his darling Samantha that Black Widows rarely ever killed anyone and on the rare occasions that they did, it was usually infants or the elderly. Thankfully for them both they were neither. They were both young, healthy, and in the prime of their lives.

In fact he was just about to open his mouth and inform her that she'd gotten the Black Widow confused with the Funnel Web spider which was actually capable of killing someone but stopped at the sight of her fuming face. The vein throbbing in her forehead made him quickly decide not to be a smartass right now, plus he was exhausted and so instead of saying anything more he just got up, arranged a few bales of hay into as much of a mattress as he could and plopped down onto it with no further comment.

He could feel her beady eyes studying him as he moved and just as he drew his coat over his legs like a blanket and placed the back of his head on the cushion of his crisscrossed arms he heard her speak up.

"You've done this before ... haven't you Tim?" Sam asked having noticed how easily he'd gotten himself comfortable as if he'd had lots of practice with this exact situation before.

Unlike herself.

"Mmhmm," was all the short reply that he gave her before he took a deep breath in and closed his eyes waiting for sleep to come to him.

Still standing rooted to the door several feet away, Sam just stared at her husband as he reclined on his makeshift bed. "How can he look so cozy on ... that?!" She asked herself in awe, genuinely stunned at how anyone possibly could.

But the longer she watched him the more tempted she became to put her reservations aside and join him. She was just dying to rest her aching feet and he just looked so at peace that her resistance gradually melted away. And after five whole minutes of internal debate she slowly, timidly approached where he lay.

With careful eyes she scanned the hayloft bed as best as she could in the dim, orange lighting of the fire. Not spotting any tiny critters scurrying about as she'd expected to see, Sam told herself that it was okay and that she could do this.

"It's just for one night after all," she pacified herself as she at long last put her butt down and sat next to Tim. She was in the process of taking off her high-heeled spy boots before she laid down and was wiggling her toes to relieve their pain when she stopped dead. Her blood suddenly went cold as ice as she felt something fuzzy, tiny, and with at least six legs scooting up the flesh of her bare calf.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sam screamed bloody murder, startling the man beside her who had been just on the threshold of slumber into letting out a shout of alarm himself. She jumped up to her feet noisily with her arms flailing about wildly in a blind panic as she swatted herself over and over with her hands.

"OH MY GOD! GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF! EWW! KILL IT! EWW! EWW! EWW!"

Rubbing the side of his head tiredly, Scam sighed and shook his head in frustration before rising to his own feet. Unlike his distressed missus he remained completely calm as he surveyed her body and easily located what had given her such a fright because it glowed in the darkness.

"Relax Sammie, it's just a little firefly," he explained with mild annoyance in his tone because the way she was hopping up and down made it look like there was an entire nest of hornets on her or something.

Flicking the bug away with his index finger he tried to get her to lay down again but she just shook her head no like a bobble head doll and backed up as far as she could get from the hay.

"I-I don't care!" Sam stuttered as she stood there barefoot, too freaked out to even go back to grab her shoes. "I'm NOT staying here tonight! I'm not sleeping on this ... this... filth!" She wailed disgust before turning up her nose and closing her eyes as if to tell him to consider this a case closed. She wasn't going to change her mind.

But even though she'd closed her eyes, with his own he could see how badly her body was swaying back and forth from fatigue and how close she was to just passing out on the concrete floor.

So instead of reminding her that she was a super spy and was supposed to be a lot braver than this Tim opted to be kind because it'd get them both snoring a lot faster.

"Your body doesn't have to be touching the hay Sam, if it makes this any easier you can just lay on me," he suggested kindly, offering to be a physical barrier between her and the hay which she was so grossed out by.

Opening just one eye she peeked at him pointedly. "And you'd be okay with me being on top of you the entire night?"

She wanted to confirm that he actually was for real because if he said yes then she would be literally clinging to him to ensure that no part of her made contact with the icky surface below.

"I mean..." Scam trailed off and shrugged his broad shoulders in his black t-shirt to say that that it was no big deal. "It wouldn't be the first time."

He stated those words nonchalantly, but as matter of factly as he'd pronounced them she caught his drift anyway and coughed softly to chase away the need to blush like a ripe tomato before redirecting the conversation back to her prior important query.

"Tim, I'm serious."

"Yea, it's fine. It's totally fine," He muttered even placing a hand on his chest over his heart to show her he was being one hundred percent sincere about the offer before he murmured for her to please just lay down already because he was getting tired of begging her.

"We need to get some shut-eye. Come on!"

With that he moved to get back onto the hay and with their deal made, Sam reluctantly followed him until something once again halted her in her tracks. This time it was a squeak followed by a fat and furry, gray mouse scuttling past her feet to vanish into some distant corner.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sam shrieked. This time she full on tackled her husband while wailing like a banshee.

"WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Tim shouted while struggling to catch his footing, a task made much harder with the weight of Sam's entire form being plastered to his back.

"M-mouse!" She squeaked to him as though she was one herself.

When he got his feet steady he let out a breath of relief before turning around in Sam's hold while she clutched onto him for dear life with her eyes sealed shut tightly and her body visibly shuddering from fright.

"You're not scared of mice Sammie," Tim whispered firmly knowing full well that she'd had to have dissected many during the course of her science studies having had a similar educational background although hugging her back for comfort anyway.

"I'm not," Sam admitted although still hugging him hard enough that it almost hurt and keeping her eyelids closed as she explained herself. "But you know, when they jump out at you like that I just ... I just get ... a little startled that's all."

He didn't say anything for a long moment just taking in how uncomfortable she was and soon realized that she was still struggling with the prospect of spending the night in this barn. Knowing he had to persuade her somehow, he thought carefully for another minute before finally figuring out what he had to do to help her.

"We have to get through this night right?" He whispered into the top of her head tenderly while stroking her long hair. "We can't go out there in this blizzard can we?"

As he said those words he felt her head hang and shoulders droop in defeat. She was starting to see that they honestly had no choice here but clearly still wasn't happy about it.

Reading her slumped posture expertly he could tell that she was thinking this was going to be a long and dreadful night and he seized the moment to suggest to her something that he was pretty sure would take her mind off that instantly.

"... But I think I know something that can make it go by a lot faster."

"Well what is it?!" Sam popped the question impatiently, pretty much ready to do anything at this point to make these dark hours before dawn when they could finally leave fast forward.

Dead silence was the only answer she received but before she could ask him again in case he hadn't somehow heard her despite them standing in the circle of each others arms, she felt her heart skip a beat as she felt the warmth of his muscular hand ever so gently brush against her chin as he grasped it between the pad of his thumb and middle and index finger.

He proceeded to lift her face while softly calling out her name from the pit of his throat. Then just as she glanced back up into his sea foam eyes in wonder, she felt the heat of his lips lingering closer and closer to her own and blushed suddenly knowing exactly what he had in mind.

Sunlight cast through a broken window and landed on her sleeping face. Stirring as it invaded the space beneath her closed eyelids, Sam let out a moan and held up a hand to shield her eyes before opening them to the surprise that morning was somehow already here.

Stretching her arms high above her head as she sat up slowly, she let out a small gasp when the black trench coat that had been covering half her body in the place of a bedspread fell away to reveal to her that she was completely naked right now.

The fire they'd lit having burned out sometime during the night, the cool air inside the barn kissed her uncovered flesh leaving her to blush. Throwing her arms around herself, Sam's cheeks only grew pinker at the stirring sight greeting the peripheral of her vision; her beautiful husband laying in a similar disrobed state just beside her snoozing peacefully.

She bit her lower lip hard, shyly stealing her gaze away from his handsome face as her body tingled with the blissful memories of what he'd done to her all night long until she'd dozed off too worn out to take anymore.

Unable to wipe the smile away from her lips because it just kept creeping back every time she shooed it away, she busied herself with getting dressed.

Leaning over the side of the haystack she grabbed for her clothes and began untangling them from his own, that chore doing absolutely nothing to aid in returning the color of her face back to normal. Blowing some air into it as if to tell herself to knock it off Sam picked up her underwear and slipped it before retrieving her green spy suit from the messy pile.

Shaking it to remove the wrinkles in the latex she set it aside for later and began putting on her bra. She slid on one lacy strap and then the next and was in the middle of clasping the hooks when she sharply held her breath at feeling the tips of a certain too familiar set of manly, seductive fingers crawling up her spine.

Their intense heat warmed her entire being and compelled her to forget everything but their owner just as they had last night. Her emerald eyes fluttered and closed on their own as if she were under his spell, her hands forgetting their task and submissively dropping to her sides as he finished her hooks for her.

Her body swayed back to be closer to his as he propped himself up on an elbow reclining elegantly as he began leisurely doodling affectionate circles up and down the length of her bare back.

"Now was that so bad?"

"Hmm?" Sam mumbled, her eyebrows furrowing when he broke the comfortable silence between them, her mind somewhat in a daze from his wonderful caresses. Having such heavenly hands that had such an hypnotic effect on a human being should honestly not even be allowed.

"Last night ..." Tim clarified for her, as he rolled himself closer to her and lazily kissed a blazing trail along the side of her slender waist before speaking into it. "Was it so terrible being here?"

Realizing he meant the hay they'd slept on, Sam fessed up. "No, it wasn't. It was fine."

"So much better than fine," she thought to herself flushing hot again, being grateful that he couldn't read her thoughts as she recalled some of the sounds she remembered making that the seclusion of this old barn had been ideal for. She didn't think she wanted anyone else's ears but his own ever hearing any of that or she'd probably just die of shame.

Seeing her blush with ease despite her turned back because her cheeks really were just that violent of a crimson right now, Scam took it as a sign that Sam truly had ended up enjoying the turn last night had taken despite all her complaints earlier on.

Which meant that he had nothing at all to worry about and could return to being his usual smug self.

"And you learned some new last night from this experience too," Tim stated, barely being able to suppress his need smirk as he did so. "Something that you only could have learned first hand."

"Oh?" Sam said curiously. "And what's that?"

The unsuspecting, sweet innocence with which she'd said that left him unable to resist any longer. He sat up behind her, taking his time as he brushed her hair back from her bare shoulder and breathed a hot gust of wind right over her jugular making her shudder before whispering something into her ear in a low, husky, and suggestive drawl.

And when he did, her reaction was just as satisfying as he'd anticipated it being.

"Exactly why it's called ... a roll in the hay."

... I'll leave y'all to imagine Sam's reaction haha.

Well this was fun to write, hope y'all liked it! :) This was partially inspired by Season 3, Episode 17: Creepy Crawly Much?

Anyway, I'll be working on updating Remember Me? next and maybe Second Chances after that? Although not sure of anything since I'm still being a turtle with updates thanks to a lot of things and it'll take me time. *sigh* x_x

Till next time!

- Cres