AN: As always thank you for the reviews. I love seeing and reading them. I couldn't sleep without giving Murphy his part. ^_^ So... Enjoy!

"What?" Connor asked, still stretched over Sam's body. Still imbedded inside of her. She couldn't have blushed more red than a ripe tomato. All she could do was lay there frozen under him as Murphy continued to stare, all the while wondering where her clothes had gotten to. At least Connor's body provided some cover.

"Roc's outside," Murphy retorted while digging through his jacket pockets. "Says he needs to speak wit ya. Seemed important."

"Fuck."

It seemed to be a thoroughly used word around here. Sam curled her arms under Connor's chest trying to shield some of her more delicate parts. Glancing back down at her he laughed at her embarrassment. The laughed pulsed through her, mostly thanks to their bodies being, still, connected. He planted a kiss full against her lips, drawing an unbidden moan from her throat. Connor pulled himself from her body as he broke the kiss, and tucked himself back into his pants. With the only cover other than her panties being removed, Sam rose up to wrap her arms around her legs. She glanced over her bare shoulder at Murphy. He smiled that devilishly charming crooked smile at her. She wondered if her face would ever be anything but beet red around these two. Her clothes dropped into view, blocking Murphy from her sight. Sam reached for them gratefully and hugged them to her naked body. She watched Connor stroll to the door and wink at her. Before stepping out he spoke to his brother in a language she couldn't understand. Whatever he said must not have been very polite, for it earned him a middle finger for a reply.

Eyes firmly planted on the floor, she listened to Murphy's footsteps, as they made their way to one of the chairs.

"What ya lookin fer down there?" he asked his mocking tone drifting across the room.

"My dignity." Still clutching her clothes in a death grip, Sam hazarded a peek at the man who just walked in on her and his brother in an intimate situation, to say he least. He was sitting at the table, rolling a cigarette between his fingers. Sensing her eyes on him, he looked up. His eyes locked onto hers and she blurted out, "I'm sorry."

Murphy cocked his head to the side before placing the cigarette between his lips.

"Why's that?" he inquired, bringing a lighter to the tip.

"I don't know."

Smoke billowed out around his laughter. " 's it because ya know it woulda been better if it were me ya were under?"

She hid her face among her clothes.

"Or maybe because we both know Conn pulled a dirty trick, sneakin time alone wit ya under the guise of gettin ya yer meds." At this she lifted her head, eyes narrowing as she mulled over the idea.

"Fucker," she laughed under her breath.

"Aye." His chuckles joined her laughter at Connor's little out-maneuver.

She shivered as the sweat on her body turned cold. "I should probably shower."

"Oh, aye," he said a little too enthusiastically. Sam rose from the floor, blocking as much as possible of her body with her clothes. As she made her way to the shower heads, she felt his eyes following her the entire way. She turned to see her feeling confirmed with his intense stare placed squarely on her. His eyes wandered freely over her as he blew little smoke rings through the air. She coughed loudly.

"What?"

Sam stared hard at him.

"Spit it out, girl."

She gave him her best stink eye. "You know the tv is on."

Murphy nodded at the screen. "Aye."

Sighing in frustration she squared her shoulders. "Maybe you could watch that instead of me."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Why th' fuck would I be wanting to do that fer?"

"Dammit Murphy," she scowled at him. "A little privacy please!" He threw his hands up in submission and turned his back to her. Sam switched the water on, sidestepping the icy spray. She pulled of her underwear, and dropped her clothes in a pile nearby. The towel she'd used earlier still hung on the nail near the shower head. Finally the water turned warm, and she washed trying her best to keep the bandages wrapped around her middle from getting wet. Bending over, Sam let the water spray over her head and neck. Scrubbing briskly with a nearby bar of soap, she rinsed the last remnants of her tryst with Connor of her skin. She didn't regret what she had done with him. It was just awkward smelling of sex and Connor while sitting with Murphy. No polite conversation would be able to ignore the big neon sign blinking over her head: I just banged your brother.

She switched the water off and reached for the towel. As she groped along the wall for it, a warm hand clamped down on her wrist. Sam jumped, pulling her arm away. The hand held her firmly in place. Soft lips brushed the inside of her wrist. Her knees turned to jelly and buckled under her. Murphy caught her around the waist, pulling her against him.

"Like that did ya?" he crooned into her ear. She nodded watching as he lifted her wrist back to his mouth, licking and sucking on her skin. Sam let her weight fall fully on him while she whimpered into his shoulder. He turned them around sandwiching her between the wall and his body. She pulled her wrist from his mouth. Wrapping the hand around the back of his head she sealed the gap between them. His mouth plundered hers with an aggressiveness she would not have guessed he had.

Murphy unhooked her hand from the back of his head. Along with her other hand, he placed both hands over her head. He left one hand to hold her wrists in place. His free hand slid down her body pausing only to give her breasts a light squeeze. His hand stopped, and came to a rest over her pelvis. Her legs spread of their own accord.

Sam nearly collapsed when Murphy slid his middle finger inside of her body. She rocked her hips shamelessly against his hand. Another finger pushed in her, sliding faster into her slick folds. Sam cried out against Murphy's lips, wrenching away to take a gasping breath.

His fingers paused their assault, and he looked at her expectantly. She shimmied her hands from under his grasp, and pulled at the button of his pants. Whimpering in frustration, she tore unsuccessfully at his jeans with shaking hands. Murphy laughed softly, taking her hands from his jeans and wrapping them around his broad shoulders. She nearly cried for joy at the feeling of his hard length springing from his pants to rest against her core. He hooked her knees under his arms and drove himself into her body.

"Fuck!" she shrieked. His hips pounded into hers relentlessly. Sam ripped her nails along his back, crying out with every thrust. "God! Yes!" He laughed between grunts, while he sucked on her neck. She gripped the hair on the back of his head slamming his head into her breasts. The bite Murphy placed on the swell of her breast sent her flying over the edge, screaming. He thrust against her before shuddering as he spilled into her body.

They slid together onto the floor, a quivering mass. Murphy raised his head to place a kiss lightly on her forehead.

"I think ya'll need another shower."