"You can't tell anyone," Sam tells Danny as she bites his ear. Hard.
He shivers, presses her more against the wall, and kisses her even harder. "What?"
"You can't tell anyone about whatever is going between us," she breathes, her head back, her eyes closed as he trails kisses on her neck. "Promise me you won't or I swear I will end you."
But Danny isn't listening, he is too distracted. With her legs around his waist, her body firm, hot, perfect against him, he can't think straight. Her perfume, her smell, she is driving him crazy. The entirety of Sam is making him lose all common sense.
He wants to kiss her, to ravish her right and then, he wants her—
"Danny!" she snaps and suddenly he can't move, he can't kiss her anymore, and he feels like his skin is screaming for hers. The grip she has on his hair is tight, and she is looking at him seriously, furiously, somehow. She's breathtaking, being angry and hot on top of him.
"What?" he asks again, his hands going up and down her tights. Big, bright brown eyes stare down at him.
"You can't tell anyone about us," Sam repeats. Her hand leaves the top of his head to play with the soft hair on the back of his neck. "If you tell anyone, I will hurt you so bad that you'll regret ever meeting me."
He chuckles and leans down to kiss her on the lips. "I will never regret meeting you."
Her teeth pierce his lips and he hisses in pain. That makes her smile and she licks his swollen lip and kisses him in return.
"Don't try to charm me, McCoy," she kisses him again, slowly, intimately and Danny feels like his heart is about to explode, as if she is about to destroy him, but then she abruptly stops. The feeling is still there, burning and destructive, he can feel it, even up to the tips of his fingers. He thinks he could touch it if he tries hard enough. "Promise me, Danny?"
"I promise," he swears, losing himself in the brown of her eyes. "I won't tell," he whispers inches away from her lips. She nods and the promise is sealed with more kisses and love bites.
