I Want What You Want

His heart pounds a steady beat. Sweaty palmed, he swings his hands back and forth by his sides, swipes them clean on his jeans and then clasps his hands together. He lets out a nervous laugh. "You see, Sam," he says. "There's something I need to tell you. Because if I don't."

"If you don't?"

"If I don't," he begins again, "I'm going to go out of my mind. And I like my mind. I want to stay in it if at all possible. So I have to tell you."

She smiles at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Behind her kind expression he can read her confusion.

"I like you," he admits. "And I mean a lot. In a more than teammates and more than friends kind of way." He doesn't allow her surprise to throw him off. "I'd even go as far to say I love you, but that would be creepy to just come out with like that so I won't."

"Okay," she says.

"So?" he asks.


"Have I completely freaked you out? I don't want to lose you as a friend, Sam, so if I'm going too far with this let me know and I'll pretend like none of this happened. I swear I won't say another word about it and we can go back to how things were before my little outburst here."

Brilliant blue eyes pierce him through. "And what if I don't want to go back? What if I want what you want?"

"Then that would be even better! And somewhat less humiliating for me too which would be a bonus." The corner of his lips curls up. He unclasps his hands and shoves them deep into his pockets. The grey fabric of his shirt settles over and around the shape they leave.

"I think perhaps this needs some exploring. Just, you know, to be certain this is what we both want. Or don't want." She wets her lips with her tongue.

Swallowing, he nods. "That is an excellent idea there. We wouldn't want to leap into something if we're not both one hundred percent sure we want it."

"That would be bad."

"It would be."

"So this thing. We should try it. Test it."

"Yes," he agrees.

"It's the only thing that makes perfect business sense."

"I would have to agree with you on that." Before she can utter another word, he leans in and captures her lips with his own. His hands instinctively go to her waist and pull her closer as she responds; they explore the skin her shirt does not quite cover up. A groan escapes his lips and is muffled by hers when her hands tangle in his hair and her fingers stroke through it.

Certain body parts react to their closeness. He pulls back before she can feel just how aroused he is.

"Mmm, why did you stop?"

He doesn't know how to explain it to her so kisses her again, hard. They get no further than their first kiss before she breaks away.

"Why did you stop?" he teases.

Her answer sets his heart racing faster. "I think you know why. This isn't just a physical thing, is it?"

The shake of his head confirms her theory. "Sam, you are one hot scientist-military gal. But my feelings for you are for you, and by that I mean all of you."


"I know," he says. "Are you... scared?"

"A little," she confirms. "Are you?"

"Hell yeah."

Pulling at the sleeves of her cornflower blue sweater, she sucks her lower lip into her mouth and bites on it lightly. Her teeth scrape along it until her lip is released. "How about we start small then?"

"Dinner? I'll pick you up at eight?"

Her grin is contagious. "Sounds like a plan."