Les Chats du Guerre

7: Important Discussions

Sam Drake wasn't gonna lie. If he was on his own searching for this treasure, he never would have selected Clarke Baker as an ally.

Call him a traditionalist, but he found it hard to trust someone who had once held a gun to his head. Even if it had turned out to be fake.

[Y/N], surprisingly, didn't appear to have the same qualms. She was only too happy to work with the former university professor, rarely found without him whenever Sam and her spoke nowadays.

If they spoke to each other, [Y/N] too busy trying to appease Adam Ferguson and his whims, usually resulting in Sam speaking to Clarke on his own.

It was one of the rare instances where [Y/N] wasn't at the beck and call of Ferguson, Clarke apparently gone at some business meeting that he had explained with long sighs and eye rolls that made [Y/N] pat his back with a small chuckle.

[Y/N] was all business, trying to give Sam as much information as possible in the limited amount of time they could speak, onslaughts of information about thieves turned soldiers, Ferguson's grandfather's involvement as a runner for as well as lover of Joan...and all Sam could seem to focus on was the glint in her eyes and the wideness of her grin.

"I miss you," he blurted with a long sigh, causing her to stop. Her eyes softened along with her smile.

"Can't say the same for you," she retorted. "Things have been going quite well without you around. You know, it's nice not to be working beside someone I'm always terrified will get himself into trouble."

"You are cruel sweetheart, and I am wounded," he replied with his hand over his heart. "I will have you know I have not been arrested once since coming back to Paris."

"Yeah, because Sully's there to set you straight," [Y/N] retorted.

"Clearly you don't know him as well as I do," Sam countered with a laugh, watching her tuck her hair behind her ear as she laughed with him. "I mean it. Miss ya babe."

"You going soft on me Drake?" She teased. "That can't be good for your reputation."

"Well maybe you're worth it. Ever considered that?" He retorted, and she looked surprised. "What?"

"Oh. Sorry, no I just...." she began before she stopped. "Adam said he looked like his grandpa. Didn't believe it till now."

"You're working on the case?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Multi-tasking," she replied quieter than before, her eyes darting as she was clearly reading something.

"[Y/N]?" Sam asked, and there was no response. "[Y/N]? You listenin'?"

She barely looked at him, absorbed in what she was reading.

Desperate times, desperate measures it seemed.

"Think you'd be that focused if I was there?"

No response.

"Under your desk....head between your legs as I tugged down your jeans...."

Still no response, her eyes focused on the screen.

"Pulling down your underwear...."

Nothing.

"Parting your legs further, running my finger up and down just how you like it..."

Zilch.

"Before I'd use my tongue, slowly tracing and you'd start to lose focus..."

Nada.

"Oh, and then I'd find that spot. You know the one, and you'd be gripping the desk, trying to focus but failing miserably..."