He nosed at Wilson's thoroughly wet skin over the scent gland, flicking his tongue to taste as he had done far too many times in his heat and Sam's rut. Everything was settled now, just the sensation that everything was right and as it should be. He caught a slight apprehension which no doubt came from the news that was being whispered in his ear, since breaking a known scientific marvel and known enemy of the entire organization out was going to be a tough one.

He issued a throaty sound at the close contact, slipping a leg around Wilson's knee to hold on. When was the last time anyone took a risk like that for him? Maybe it was bond-fever, but he couldn't remember if anyone had. Wilson had come for him with a plan, not just half-cocked and willing to just fight like some crazy alpha. "God you're sexy when you're talking about breaking the rules. I'm not sure I can contain myself from ravaging you."

He was teasing - mostly - and he allowed himself to be turned, tipping his face into the spray of hot water. "You realize how much of a risk you're taking? They'll immediately suspect you because of our association and they will drive hard to find us. You got a plan on where to keep me locked up safe and sound? A cellar somewhere? Your basement?"