Kiss With A Fist

"... Then we'll do it," he says quietly.

 

Scott walks back over, clicking his phone shut. "You're both going to to what, now? Do I need to leave you alone for a few more minutes?"

 

Yosef raises an eyebrow. "I thought you'd want to join in. Knowing your... proclivities."

The best insults are true ones.

 

Abigail squeaks, going red.

 

"I figured I wasn't invited," he drawls. "But if inviting myself is fine," he goads.

 

"Well. Abigail?" He raises an eyebrow.

 

She hesitates, mouth working, then raises her chin. "If... If you think he can keep up."

 

He grins at her. "Well. Can you keep up, Scott? Or are you chickening out?"

 

"I can keep up with anything you two throw at me," he grins crookedly.

 

"Good. Then it's a date."

"... I could probably stand to eat more outside the office, anyway."

 

"Especially with that harpy around, hm?" Scott replies seamlessly.

 

"Clearly." He rolls his eyes. "I'm not looking forward to tonight."

 

"...tonight? Back to sleeping at the lab, or... what? She taking you to bed?" He taunts.

 

"The latter. Not by my choice," he says, rolling his eyes, before moving closer, tauntingly, cupping Scott's cheek in one hand. "Give me one last night of freedom."

 

"Aww, all you have to do is ask, Adler," Scott teases, thumbs still hooked in his jeans.

 

"Please, Sakach," he says, voice sharp with sarcasm as he leans in close, pressing his lips hungrily to Scott's.

 

Abigail squeaks.

 

Scott bites Yosef's lip, then grabs the front of his shirt and hauls him in closer.

 

Yosef gasps in surprise, hands on Scott's hips, holding him in closer as he kisses him again. "Maybe you can keep up, Sakach."

 

Abigail squeaks louder and covers her face with her hands, eyes wide.