[ So the original version of this was smutty as all hell but I realized I should probably edit it down for . Hopefully it's not still too dirty ;] but I tried to keep a little. Consider this is your last warning: This chapter is about SEX, turn back now if that's not your thing and read on if it totally is. Enjoy! ]

The cut on her leg wasn't so bad, Samantha thought looking at it now. She was surprised to find herself slightly embarrassed as her pants were being cut off by the Gorasni medic who couldn't have looked happier to do the job. Unfortunately she was alone with him too for the time being as she'd hastily sent Jace to find her another pair of pants. She wasn't walking out of here without a pair, end of story. Thank God you wore your knickers today Samantha, Mom would be proud. The thought made her laugh and snort out of no where startling the medic as he was trying to start her stitches, almost poking himself. It was so cool and comfortable inside the small lab room/minor trauma center they had set up just inside the complex that she couldn't help but enjoy her time in it. Her eyes closed as she realized it was quiet now, no gun fire just the whir of circulated air to lull her ever closer towards sleep. She heard someone enter the room and didn't open her eyes, figuring on it being Jace finally returning.

"Did you find me a pair? I bet you'd all get a right kick of me walking out of here bare assed but I'll hold you down and steal the pants off YOUR ass if it even crosses your mind." Sam chided a bit sarcastically.

"Your pants are already off, I just walked in the door and now you're threatening to strip me by force? I really must have impressed you Byrne." Fucking Baird. She opened her eyes to the site of him and grinned. He didn't so much looking at the wound on her leg. "Jesus Sam, good thing we made you stay back."

"Shut up you shit head."

The cut was no more than seven inches and ran from the front of her thigh up and around towards the inside. She was lucky and she knew that deeply but didn't regret the actions she had taken at that moment. Even if she had died the decision was still the right one. As the medic finished off the last stitch she winced, the local anesthesia starting to lose it's touch. Baird was again not impressed that someone else had their hands on Sam. He was tired of sharing.

"Get lost grunt," he snapped. "I'll take it from here."

Sam gave the guy a sympathetic look and he relented, moving away from the table she sat on with her left leg up on it as well and right one hanging off. Baird really did appreciate the view of her ass it gave him too but he moved in to stand between her legs. It was a bold gesture on his part but she seemed to appreciate it.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Sam asked, looking at her leg and then back to him though her eyes implied something else.

"We'll see." Damon sighed and cupped her face.

There were no crowds, no beach, just them. This was the moment he'd been fighting for an hour before he could hardly believe. Sam grabbed him by the back of his head impatiently and finished the distance between them, seizing his mouth with a victorious moan as she did so His hands couldn't resist the opportunity before him and moved down to caress her oh so long and tattooed arms and legs, mindful of the wound. While she took initiative nipping at his bottom lip just barely to tease before rewarding his efforts and taking it in her mouth, he took his own initiative. He traced his finger tips down the back of her right leg causing her to shiver and moved his right hand around to the small of her back. Instinctively he started to lay her down on the bed and she didn't fight it. The light blonde stubble that had grown in on his cheeks and around his mouth scratched at the skin of her cheeks her but she didn't care. Some part of her even seemed to enjoy it. Anya had been right, she really needed to get laid. Finally, having to not fight off her own urges but Baird's strength as well she gasped.

"Go lock the door!"

"Mm-what?" He was just starting to open his eyes. "Oh the door, right right."

Breaking away from her was almost painful but Baird tried to make it quick. The less time spent doing meant the more time thinking. Thinking about how she was too young for him, too pretty and smart too. Still he locked the door and even put a chair under the handle to assure they wouldn't be interrupted. He wasn't dreaming this anymore, he knew that when he turned around and looked at her. She looked better in person even as she fumbled clumsily with the chest piece of her armor.

"Let me," he instructed, returning to her side and knocked on the small side latches to release her from the plastic and metal. He was all for her disrobing and helped her out of the parts. Her black tank top underneath was stuck to her body underneath. He thought about peeling it off but didn't want to rush this moment and leaned over the table to kiss her again. Their lips were dry and the salt of her tongue stung but he welcomed it, letting her take his mouth again. Now he was able to explore her body free from bulky restrictions. Sam was excited, but she followed his pace though and made each kiss slow and thoughtful instead of the ravenous hunger that she felt. His right hand had been at her side and slid down to her hip. As she bit on his tongue he squeezed the flesh in his palm and growled. Since her pants had been cut away she was left wearing only a pair of black cotton briefs and his mind was reeling to think were the only barrier between himself and her. He hooked his thumb under the side of her underwear and gave them a playful snap. She laughed into his mouth in response. His other hand supported her head as he pulled back a bit to look down at her, assuring himself again she was still real. A sick part of his mind expected her to just disappear, or turn to ash in his hands like Adam Fenix. Baird tried to shake those thoughts away, back to the most pleasant task at hand, literally. Careful of her hurt leg he summoned up his nerve and slid his free hand inwards over the mound of her underwear. Her fluttering eyes opened to his as he started to work his hand up and down the short length of her slit. She made the softest of sounds between her panting lips and he rewarded her by pressing his middle finger deeper into the fabric that was starting grow damp. One of her hands fell to his shoulder she grasped it weakly. She should have known a mechanic would be good with his hands, but Sam was surprised just how well he seemed to work her. The calloused pads of his fingers and palms moved over her panties, brushing through the fabric against the right spot occasionally and causing her to move her hips back against him. This was overdue. Baird broke their kiss.

"Samantha, is this…Can I?" He asked, needing to stop now if he was going to have to.

She nodded enthusiastically and ran a thumb across his lips which he made an effort to nip at. Taking a secondary glance at her body Baird used the moment to decide where to start. He pushed the tank top's hem to reveal more and more of her stomach and settled it rolled right beneath her breasts. His eyes were fascinated by both her fantastic form and the tattoos that adorned it, her right side was inked with foreign writing on her ribs, a few verses worth at least. Just inside her hip bones and peeking out of her underwear he could see sharp Anvegad tribal markings he was eager to follow. He'd started to chew on his lower lip just a bit, eyes still roaming. Sam was growing both wary and impatient.

"What are you staring at?" She half-laughed but afraid maybe he was a bit too taken back by her unusual appearance.

He'd been caught and blushed a bit. "You, you dumb broad. You're gorgeous."

"Oh yeah? Well then, where's my show?" Sam coyly asked, eyeing him up through his armor.

"I kind of like the idea of you having wrestle my pants off…" He teased, deciding to get back to work finally.

"Keep dreaming."

Baird leaned down over the table and planted a kiss just on the inside crease of her left thigh, causing her to stifle a gasp. He could have spent all day exploring her, he thought. She had a hundred little scars and birthmarks aside from the man made modifications that he wanted to know about, but they would be there later. This moment maybe not. It was a little awkward with her half on the table and he eased her other leg up over his shoulder as he knelt. He could feel the tremors in her legs and smiled to himself.

God, did he know she was shaking? Sam wondered as he started to rub the inside of her thigh he'd put on his shoulder. The coarse stubble of his cheek was rubbing against the same flesh too as he started to make his way inward with teasing kisses until his lips were on the border of her panties. She'd started to chew on her left thumbnail anxiously, her other hand resting against his scalp. Her eyes were on the ceiling tiles, too nervous and self conscious to watch the man at work. With his right thumb Baird hooked the side of her underwear and began pulling at them slowly, enjoying the taste of the revealed flesh as he went until had moved them completely to the side. She could feel the cold air on her exposed flesh, the metal of the table on her ass and his lips moving just above her box. He blew a hot breath over her wet folds and she shuddered.

"Damon!"

He was smiling to himself, but she didn't need to know that. He drug his tongue just lightly across the moist skin in front of him, enough to get another shudder from her. Her hand finally seemed to settle comfortably on his head and her leg over his shoulder gripped him tighter. Sam would never expected him to be such a tease, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her plead yet. The soft strokes of his tongue over her intimate areas had her pushing just slightly against him. He wasn't going to resist and parted her snatch fully with his tongue, sweeping top to bottom and for a moment he caught her clit between his lips causing her back to arch and body to freeze, awaiting his next actions. She tasted so good but he eventually freed the nub to go back to work thoroughly wetting her with his tongue.

Thank god for the air conditioning, she thought to herself as her body's temperature seemed to have reached triple digits. She was unaware of the tiny noises she made, unable to focus much except for on all things carnal. Fuck did he know what he was doing. Her fingers relaxed the unintentional grip on his hair just long enough for Baird to surprise her again. He had gone back to work diligently, knowing now what just exactly made her work. One hand on her hip kept her from moving too far and his other was wrapped around the leg on his shoulder which he still squeezed and kneaded at. Each time his lips or tongue caught against the raw ball of nerve endings she squirmed and could feel an almost unfamiliar pressure growing in her stomach.

"Fuck! Damon, you bastard…" she cried as she felt an electric shock run up her spine. "That's, mm, so … so good…I could…ugh.."

Music to his ears and swelling ego, Baird stopped what he was doing but gave her wet lips one last kiss before he looked up to her. He had to admit the sound of making her cum right there was pretty appealing. "Do you want me to?"

Sam shook her head no which got her a puzzled look only momentarily. "I want you to fuck me Damon."

That sounded so much more appealing. He grinned and set her leg down so he could stand back up but Sam caught the lip of his armor and started to pull him up onto the table over top of her. He was careful of her hurt leg, straddling it strategically. She was moving quick to first undo his chest armor and then tossed it aside carelessly. Something glass broke but they didn't care. He was laughing when he grabbed her face to kiss her again. She could taste herself on him when he seized her mouth. Fucking Baird, she couldn't stop repeating to herself. They parted so she could peel his wife beater off over his head and stared down at his bare chest and stomach. He wasn't the tallest or the strongest Gear but she didn't find the sight of him any less impressive.

"Like what you see?" He flexed rediculously, following the line of her gaze.

"It'll do." She teased, running her fingernails over his ribs. His face hardened and she could tell he was ticklish. She'd have to remember that. "Take off your pants."

God she was bossy. He was tempted to tell her she would have to wrestle them off like she'd said, but something about that stern tone she used that got his blood flowing. He had to get off the table to take off his pants. Sam sat up when she could and reached for an adhesive gauze bandage. She slapped it over the wound on her leg, not wanting to have to be distracted by it every moment. Baird was trying to pull off a boot, balanced on one foot. Sam laughed and came to assist. Her slender fingers made easy work of laces, buckles and straps that kept her from what she wanted. First his utility belt hit the ground, then his armor while he finally was able to kick his shoes off. They were chest to chest now, without any barriers to keep him from feeling the softness of her curves or the warmth of her dark skin. She seemed to fit just perfect against him and he wanted to hold her a little longer there. Other plans seemed to be more important as her hands now worked away at his button and fly.

"You're kidding right?" Sam gasped afterwards.

"Umm...no?" Whatever she was asking about he needed to deny because it didn't sound good.

"You're not putting that in me."

Sam hadn't even taken off his boxer briefs and knew she was in trouble when she pushed his pants down past his hips. He pressed into her, still grinning.

"Are you sure? It's kind of late to change your mind now Samantha." Baird teased, stroking her earlobe between the thumb and forefinger of one hand while the other slipped back beneath her panties. She was so wet he slipped a finger inside of her without much resistance, and then a second.

"Uugh," Sam whimpered, head falling back. Baird took the moment to kiss her exposed throat while he continued to finger her slowly..

"We really don't have to, we can stop if you mean it Sam," the gentlemen in him said even though he didn't completely feel the same way and his actions said so.

"N-no, don't stop." She knew there was no turning back.

As he kept her pinned lightly between himself and the table, toying with her she did the same and reached a hand blindly to feel him. Her palm fell flat on his abs which was close enough She slid it down over the sizeable bulge straining against his briefs and heard him growl against her shoulder where he had nestled his face. Yeah, it was real. She stroked her fingertips along the underside of his shaft through the fabric and pressed her thumb firmly under the head of his member.

"Samantha," he crooned. "Fuck…"

Her hands moved back to the elastic band of his shorts, pushing them down. He took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. Her bare breasts were mashed against his chest as he kissed her more roughly now, responding to her hand that had pulled him free of his boxers and was stroking the length of his manhood. When he was sure she couldn't breathe he let her go and looked down at her newly exposed chest. His eyebrows rose.

"What's wrong with your nipples?" He asked.

Her hand stopped. Feeling a bit insulted Sam snapped, "They're pierced you idiot."

Baird started grinning again. "You're a fucking freak Samantha."

She looked down at his impressive member which was now resting against her thigh rather intimidating is she could say so. He wasn't circumcised, she noted and started laughing. Baird didn't like that, his grin faded.

"What? Don't laugh at it!" Really, this was the first time something like this had happened and there was just no preparing a man for a thing like this.

"I'm sorry! It's just…" She was practically giggling now.

"Just what?" His eyes narrowed.

"Baird, even your dick is such a pretty rich boy it wears a turtle neck."

Samantha had lost it, this was obviously the funniest thing she'd heard all day and she leaned her head against his chest while she continued to roll with laughter. He loved that sound. It was pretty funny too even if he didn't want to admit. He decided to slap the side of her ass, bringing her back to the moment and the mood. Her lusty brown eyes peered up from his chest, the perfect fucking vision he'd been waiting for. He lifted her just the several inches so she could sit on the edge of the table, and pushed her right leg aside. She was watching him anxiously, he could see she was a little nervous but nodded her permission to him when he looked into her eyes. He kissed her and made his move…

One hand held her chin as his tongue ran slow circles around the inside of her mouth and the other stroked her softly a few last times before reaching for himself. Yeah, there was a good reason he was an over confident self assured bastard sometimes. Her hands were gently holding onto his upper arms as he made the first efforts, pushing the head between warm folds. Fuck, she was tight and the concentration on their kiss faded as he felt himself start to slip inside. The discomfort of her nails digging into his biceps barely registered but he knew enough to stop halfway now, though he ached to have her all. When did his mouth get so dry?

Sam should have told him to let her handle this in the beginning because though he went slow the man obviously still didn't understand just what he was working with. The head of his cock slipped in to her pleasure but it was the several thicker inches afterwards that made her want to gasp. She squeezed his arms and he stopped, so did the pain

"Sam…," he said it as it was one of the few words left in his vocabulary by now. The hand that left her chin moved on to explore her breasts, groping one with his thumb flicking over the nipple and barbells on each side.

She'd moved her good leg around his waist and slowly pushed him forward with it, a little deeper making her gasp. Baird stopped her, but only so he could warm her up further. Almost sliding out completely, he then started thrusting into her tight slit shallowly but taking a little more of it each time. Soon she was all too glad to move in rhythm with him too, putting an arm over his shoulder and around his back for leverage. Occasionally Sam's injured thigh was bumped, causing her to wince but not care. His damp forehead met hers and they attempted several ragged uneven kisses.

"This is crazy," Sam had to think out loud between little cries.

The sounds she made were driving him wild. They were like little battle sounds which he knew would forever change fighting beside her in combat again. The way her legs and insides squeezed him, Baird started seeing black spots in his vision.

"I know," he whispered against her cheek, pulling her back to his chest and completely to her hips. "Oh Sam…fuck.."

The pressure in her abdomen was there again, with each stroke he pressed into her g-spot and she could feel her grip on civility slipping. He was grunting next to her ear, his breath on her neck and his hands gripped her sweaty skin tighter. Always holding her close though even when he pulled out, teasing as he ran the head of his cock back against her, up her pussy and over her clit. She took a shallow breath, and he dipped the head just inside her. Samantha writhed in response, desperate for more than he slowly gave and took away.

"Please, Damon….I don't know if I'll…don't stop."

Carefully, oh so carefully with her Baird started to turn around so that now he was sitting in the edge of the table while she still straddled his lap. He'd had his fun, he wanted to watch her. While he ran his fingers along her tattoos Sam leaned back and eased herself back down onto him. Apparently out for retribution she seemed to take forever sliding down his cock, which drew a long drawn out 'fuuuuuuck' from the man's lips. After that it was entirely about her. She moved at her own accord, up quicker and down slower those strokes obviously doing the most for her. Her hair moved and her perfect breasts bounced in tune but he found it better to hold them for her now as she showed no signs of slowing.

"Samantha, I'm…"

He was biting his lip and holding back and hating how she looked so perfect now. It was like she'd almost forgotten about him being there, so wrapped up in her own pleasure and getting off. Still Baird couldn't stop and thrust into her as she was unexpectedly pulling away. It seemed to set her off and she used the lord's name in vein while giving her lover a heavy lidded look. It was all he needed. She pulled away and he took her back, catching her off guard when she thought she'd figured out his rhythm until the flood gates gave way. He watched her stomach tense and Sam fell into his shoulder right after, her hips quivering against his as she tried to quiet her screams in the crook of his neck. It was his name she was calling, Daa-amon as her toes curled and her fingertips went numb and she could only feel him inside her, pulsing. She kept saying please, please but he wasn't sure what for. He had a good idea though, and hammered out the last of his frenzied thrusts as her orgasm tapered off. His started and he took one hand full of her hair, the other smacked her ass harder than he realized. It felt like he came forever, hips still jerking slightly with each decreasing pleasurable wave. When it was gone he was left with the returning sensation of her warm weight on him. If he didn't know better he would have pulled her fully back onto the table with him and just rest in their glow

"Sam," he sighed wistfully into her hair, making sure she was still awake.

"Mmmm," she replied just barely. She didn't want to move at the moment and he wasn't going to make her. "We should have done that ages ago."