A/N: Written the night of, post-iKiss because, well - Sam is ten different kinds of amazing, and I loved her line, "Well, lean," too much for words. :)

Disclaimer: Me? Own? Don't make me laugh.

The loft changes almost instantaneously from deafening to silent. In that instant, Sam can feel more heat in the twelve feet between them than she's felt with a guy lying on top of her. They spend two minutes looking alternately at each other and away from each other. And still, even though she's had time to breathe, Sam's heart rate won't slow down.

When Spencer finally looks at her she says, "Just kiss me already!"

Shock, then relief, washes over his face. Three strides and his hands are in her hair, her body pressed to his.

Fireworks. Heat. Passion. Finally.

A/N: Reviews will get you cookies!