[ I didn't expect another chapter so soon, but here it is. Is the beginning smut for smut's sake or something more? ;) Hmmm. Anya really wanted to come out so her and Sam needed some girl time on top of everything. May contain some spelling and grammar areas, only proof read a couple times. Enjoy! ]

"Don't walk away from me Private," he growled under his breath as he kept just a pace or two behind her. She did just that and he followed until they were around the corner of the broken pavilion and away from the others. Baird grabbed Samantha's shoulder causing her to whirl around sharply, knocking his hand away. Her eyes were still narrowed and steely, sizing him up and speaking volumes without words. Yeah, she was still mad at him for what he'd said and apologies had no obvious affect so fuck it, the impossible had already happened once today. No reason lightning couldn't strike twice.

Baird again reached for her, slow enough that she had plenty of time to raise her own hands defensively. Again she tried to push his away, but he had tricked her and was able to grab both her wrists in his larger grasp. Immediately she wretched all her strength against him, but he was just stronger.

"Let me go Baird, before I rip your bloody sack off like a piece of tissue paper." Sam snarled.

He was able to move both of her wrists to just one hand, and kept her arms held suspended above her head. Hell, he even lifted them higher so that she was forced to stand on her toes. It almost made her eye level with him. They had time now and he took his, studying the features of her exotic face. Her lips were parted with ragged breaths, cracked and dry before she wet them with her dark pink tongue much to his visual pleasure. Sam's cheeks were scuffed and dirty, the bandage on her right side laying half peeled off and her eyes were two boiling cauldrons before his own. The anger radiating off her was palpable.

"You never shut up do you?" Mocked Baird. He had control of her movements now and forced her to take several steps back. It was that or either let him take several steps towards her and the second wasn't really an option for her. This shit wasn't raising Sam's opinion of him much.

"Not when I'm talking to an idiot," she retorted. It seemed like his words were unforgivable, and Sam didn't want to have to be reminded of them every time she saw him. "Besides, I'd really like to see you make me Damon."

Magic words. He still had the free hand she had forgotten about and he wrapped it around her back and put a hand behind her head. This way she couldn't turn away. At first she fought it, his mouth against hers, his hand squeezing her neck and the surge of adrenaline that they both caused to shoot through her veins. Every hair seemed to be standing on end and her skin was electric, his touch was incredible. He nibbled on her jaw line with the slightest brush of a wet tongue and Sam felt her knees buckle, luckily he was still holding her tight.

"Oh shit," she cursed herself and made it all the easier for Baird to slip aforementioned tongue just against the roof of her mouth.

The hand that was once aggressively holding her by the neck was now massaging softly, squeezing the mass of her muscles into his palm much to her pleasure. Ever so slowly her arms had been going slack no longer fighting Baird's hold upon them. He was hesitant to let the grip he had on Sam loosen, but this was quickly becoming a two hand job for and she seemed to have been sufficiently subdued. Huh, broads. Act like you're going to sweep them off their feet and -

Samantha was finally able to free her hands and while Baird's were still up in the air. She grabbed him by the utility belt and swing him around into the wall that was several feet behind herself. He hit it with a hollow 'oomph!' and barely caught himself, back against the crumbling brick structure. It was a sudden case of déjà vu when he found her their against him, her right leg hooked around his at the knee incase he got any ideas and her hands to his chest. Sometimes he really made her fucking bonkers, hair ripping, wall punchingly so because he had no boundaries, it didn't matter if it was appropriate or not if Baird disagreed with it. He was a bold and self assured man and she wanted to test that under the most tenuous of situations. She knew where the release latches for his armor were and had a much easier time undoing them than he did, from there on Sam could move her hands under it, palms flat, her fingers curled just slightly so that her nails would scrape over his undergarment clad chest. One catching his nipple aggressively was enough to make him hiss. The leg that been wrapped under his as a safety measure now came up and around his hip. Baird wrapped one hand under it and pulled her in closer.

"What do you have to say for yourself now?" He asked since she was all over him.

"I didn't think you were interested in what I had to say." Samantha replied, centimeters from his lips, breath on his face.

"You're absolutely right. I've always thought your mouth had a better use," snickered Baird. "But I want to hear you say something first..."

His trail started at her neck a second time. Lips just under her chin he started kissing their way over her throat, to her collar bone he rubbed his nose against lightly. Her breast plate armor was in the way and he was forced to skip it moving along to right to her stomach. Her own cloth under armor was torn revealing the skin just right to her belly button and he ripped it further to expose the rest of her abdomen. The tip of his tongue started underneath the breast bone of her rib cage and moved down, nipping snarling and smooching til he was above her pant line. Just there her stomach had the slightest of pouches, just enough he could suck the skin into her mouth as the tip of his nose nudged her belly button. The hand that had been under her legs moved it up onto is shoulder without any resistance and he started stroking the inside crease of her thigh with his thumb causing her to shudder.

"O-Ooh, Damon you bastard," Sam breathily cried.

That was what he wanted to hear. It made him inhale sharply and he could smell her, everything about her. From the smell of sweat, dirt, gun powder and the fact she wanted him. God that was hard to resist and Baird sunk his teeth a little deeper into her stomach, causing her to gasp and squeeze that lifted thigh against his head. This had to stop and regretfully he removed his mouth from Sam's flesh, feeling the suction of his lips break away. He looked up at her for the first time since they'd started this and tried not to say anything stupid. She was fucking gorgeous. Those eyes were tamed now under thick lashes and well shaped brow. Jaw slack to accommodate a few last pants of breaths she was leaning forward with hands on his shoulder and head so that her hair fell to frame her face too. The others weren't far away, their voices weren't faint but he didn't care. Her armor was loose enough that Baird could slip his thumb between it and her body beneath and he ran his thumb further along the seam of her tights, along her slit. Sam tried not to react now that he was looking her in the eye, but his thumb went from stroking with the flat face to bent and on it's tip, changing the distribution of weight and her lips tightened. He slid it back up along that seam, slowing when he thought he saw her face react to just the right spot. Her thighs squeezed again, yeah that was it, her cringing eyes said so too.

"Sam," he whispered her name into her own stomach, lips brushing against her abs, tongue circling her belly button oh so softly before dipping in. He flicked his thumb quickly and she started to get heavier on his shoulder.

"Baird! Fuck! Oooh .. Aah." Her nails were scraping his scalp and she started to push back. "We've gotta stop, save it for later.."

Piece of shit, Sam thought to herself while she mashed at the communication device on her wrist. It figures, most of their equipment was second hand and up kept by their few remaining mechanics which included everyone's favorite asshole. Baird. They should have been able to make contact, they weren't that deep underground but the screen was blank and partially discolored from water damage as well. Her smudged finger tips kept tapping it relentlessly, as she became more and more enraged with it by the second. Finally she just hit it with a flat palm and said out loud.

"Piece of shit!"

Anya who had been at her side and also leading point with her looked over brow raised. Such out bursts weren't the Private's style but had become more frequent. The Lt. observed out loud, "I think you have some anger issues Sammy. You need to find a creative way to release some of that tension before you explode and do something rash."

Okay, now Sam was intrigued and it was clear on her face. She tried to keep her pace even and asked. "What do you mean Anya? Just how do you think I should be releasing all this tension?"

"You know," she checked behind them, the men were a good 8 yards or so behind. Afterwards, eyes back to the dark skinned woman Anya tried to make a sultry face. "You know."

"Stroud you slut!" Sam gasped as softly as she could, but the only other female of Delta still started to laugh. It echoed in the hangar and Sam could feel the eyes behind them. She heard Jace's voice saying something about 'girl talk' and refused the urge to turn around.

"Oh shut up Samantha, you're no prude. Go hop on Baird and get it over with, I'm so tired of listening to you two argue." The Lieutenant had no problem continuing on, even if Byrne was going to act like hearing such advise was an affront to her delicate senses. Yeah right. "Stop giving me that look! Don't you realize how much you smile around him? You want him Sam."

"Yeah, only because I'm tearing him down. He's a completely over confident arrogant asshole."

"Try tearing down his clothes for a change. Baird gets to you, admit it. I'm not going to tell anyone Sam."

She said nothing and lowered her eyes having always known this not in her head but square in the middle between her bellybutton and breastbone. Thinking about it and him forced her to swallow hard. Composed but oh so happy she was right Anya moved close to Sam, almost bumping shoulders so she could chuckle.

"I knew it. It's okay. It does make you the slut though."

This time Sam laughed and purposefully bumped into her friend.

"So if he does? That definitely doesn't make him relationship material Anya. Don't project your deal on me" It was apparent now what a low blow that seemed to be and she was quick to apologize, pace slowing. "That was a dick thing to say hun, my apologies. You're the last person I should take it out on."

"I know it's not personal, it's your starved vagina talking so go fill it! I heard through the grapevine that Baird stacks up too I mean he showers with Jace and Cole right?"

Alright, Sam couldn't hold it any longer she laughed too finally giving in. Fuck she loved Anya. The woman was just as real as she was, but much more quiet about it. That was how she had gotten so far, Sam just took the other road, loud and brash. Which explained why she hadn't gotten as far down it just yet. Still they were all they had when it came to gender alliance and it wasn't that hard for them to get along. These sorts of things were shared with each other because ... fuck, who else could they say it to, the boys? Just the same they both understood what it was like to get shit for being women in the COG from their brothers too. They had the important things in common.

"May be I can put a paper bag over his face if what you say is true." Sam pondered devilishly.

While they walked and snickered they were glad to have one another, something to grasp onto in the eye of this shit storm when they could. The men had started to trail even further behind, they were intent on finding supplies and the women wanted to go. Sam was the first to notice this, as well as the movement of ahead of them, she stopped and put a hand against Anya's chest keeping her from moving any farther too. Then a finger to her own lips indicating the need for silence. Up ahead, a single Queen's Guard. They were deep in the shit though and he could have been a scout, there could have been an alarm near by, there were just too many variables. Anya was lifting her pistol when Sam shook her head.

"No, let's make this silent. This place is uncharted Anya, wait here." She lowered her lancer and foolishly left it behind. The Lieutenant thought this was stupid and wanted to chastise her but Sam had already taken off, so light on foot she was able to slide behind boxes one to another and another unnoticed and waited her turn with baited breath. The guard carried a vintage Lancer, Sam, just a pistol and some grenades neither of which she planned on using. It stopped and finally turned his back to her so she could make her move. The private darted out a large knife of her own in hand and came up behind him, one hand over his ugly face to blind him the other jammed the knife up under his jaw. Most of the flailing stopped but as if that wasn't enough she turned him around and rammed the bayonet on the guards own gun into his gut so he would fall further on it on the way down. A bit of blood from his gargling mouth splattered on Sam's face but she didn't seem to notice. The coast was clear with minimal sound made, it was impressive but over the top and Anya's rolling eyes conveyed as much.

"Oh yeah Samantha, you don't have any anger issues at all. I'm telling you, go get laid and you'll feel better." She said, licking her thumb and starting to wipe the blood of Sam's face.

The men must have worried about the girls having been by themselves because they came bursting in at mid-trot. Seeing the two ladies merely standing there both Marcus and Jace stopped and observed the scene.

"So, uh…everything you okay?" Asked Jace.

"Oh you know how us girls are" said Sam. "Just got caught up chatting away."

"Yeah, what about?" Grunted their Sergeant.

The dying locust grub behind Sam continued to choke on it's own blood loudly, somehow still holding onto the last bits of life. She stomped on the base of it's skull, putting it out of it's miserly. "Boys."