"Focus on me." Joe ran his hand up and down Natalie's arm. "Look at me."

Natalie lifted her head. "Your face doesn't exactly come to mind when I think of being calm. All we do is fight or fuck. Or sometimes both at the same time."

"You just need a distraction."

"That's hard in a dark, cinder-block closet."

Joe thought for a moment. "Have you ever played Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

"Not since Adam Edelbaum's bar mitzvah party." Natalie tried to take slow, deep breaths. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

Instead of answering, Joe brushed his fingers under Natalie's chin and tipped her face up to his. His lips pressed against hers, softly at first. A jolt went through her body as his tongue eased between her lips, seeking hers and twining with it in increasing urgency.

Joe had never actually kissed her before – not like that. They'd done some kinky things that would have earned them decent money had they been porn stars instead of prison wardens. He'd had his mouth on just about every inch of her body from the neck down, but not her lips. They had adhered unofficially to the Pretty Woman logic of kissing on the mouth being too personal, intimate, and romantic for their sex-focused affair.

The kissing was familiar and new at the same time. There was a palpable shift between them. When Joe finally released her, she was left staring at him, dazed and speechless.

Joe smirked, caressing the side of her face. "If I would have known that kissing you is the only way to shut you up, then I would have tried it months ago."

"I…" Natalie faltered breathlessly.

"I don't know what it is, but there's just… Something about you. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, but…" Joe ran his free hand up through her curls, tangling it in them and tugging, and interrupted himself by pulling her face back to his to pick up where he left off.

She knew exactly what he meant, as she too felt inexplicably drawn to him even though she couldn't stand him at times. Maybe even most of the time. But it never stopped her from wanting to banter with him, to talk to him, and to feel him inside her.

Natalie climbed onto Joe's lap without breaking the connection between their lips, and he slid his hands up her hips, pulling her pencil skirt up a bit so that she could straddle him more easily. She leaned forward against him, pushing the back of his head into the wall. She sucked one of his lips into her mouth and nipped at it.

"You do like to bite." Joe groaned against her mouth.

"You love it." Natalie whispered, grinding herself against him.

Joe had just pushed the black satin of her panties aside with his untethered hand when the knob rattled and the door to the closet was yanked open. Natalie's instinct was to try to jump apart, but being shackled to each other would have made it impossible. Joe gripped her hips to keep her from moving so that her body blocked the bulge in his boxers.

Taystee stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips, staring at them disapprovingly while they looked up at her sheepishly.

"Well, well, well. It looks like you two are getting along just fine now. Let's get back to it."

Joe cleared his throat. "Could we maybe have five more minutes?"

Taystee narrowed her eyebrows. "Fuck no."

"Fine." Joe sighed. "We're coming."

"Not now, we aren't." Natalie muttered as they stumbled to their feet. "I think we only had about two minutes left, anyway."

"Two minutes of what?" Joe asked in confusion.

"Of our 'Seven Minutes in Heaven.'" Natalie smirked.

"I'll show you what I can do to you in seven full minutes another time." Joe said, playfully grabbing her ass as they finally walked out of the closet together.

One chapter left for this one. :)