"What about me?" she asks, muscling him closer--he's got to be crushing her against the car a little bit, but McNally doesn't seem to care. "Would you have found me?"
Sam rolls his eyes, because the actual answer to that question is or gotten myself killed trying, and yeah, not scaring her. "Yeah, sweetheart," he tells her (and the sweetheart, that's new, a J.D. thing he guesses is gonna stick). "I'd have found you."
McNally grins, big like Christmas (and this girl, Sam swears to god, he can't decide if he wants to zip her inside his jacket or get his mouth between her legs or sleep for thirteen hours with her stretched out on the mattress next to him. He thinks it's possible he wants all those things equally). "Good," she says. "That's what I thought."
He kisses her again, good hand curled around the back of her skull--a little sloppier, further into her mouth until he gets a quiet whimper out of her. Then he smiles. "McNally," he mutters, right in her ear. "Get in the car."
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Date: 2011-09-12 02:27 pm (UTC)Sam rolls his eyes, because the actual answer to that question is or gotten myself killed trying, and yeah, not scaring her. "Yeah, sweetheart," he tells her (and the sweetheart, that's new, a J.D. thing he guesses is gonna stick). "I'd have found you."
McNally grins, big like Christmas (and this girl, Sam swears to god, he can't decide if he wants to zip her inside his jacket or get his mouth between her legs or sleep for thirteen hours with her stretched out on the mattress next to him. He thinks it's possible he wants all those things equally). "Good," she says. "That's what I thought."
He kisses her again, good hand curled around the back of her skull--a little sloppier, further into her mouth until he gets a quiet whimper out of her. Then he smiles. "McNally," he mutters, right in her ear. "Get in the car."