Temptation

Danger: Part Two

A/N: ! I hope you like this chapter and thank you for staying with me! Enjoy!

"Merce?"

"Huh?"

"We will need to talk about this Tank person."

"I know but let's save it for tomorrow, I just want to be here with you." She said looking up at him. He nodded and kissed her before wrapping his arms around her and drifting off.

"Mmm... that feels nice."

"Yeah? How about there?"

"Mmmmm! Even better."

"You know, me scratching your back shouldn't be this sensual." Sam said laughing.

"Oh but it is Evans, it is." Mercedes said giggling and turning back to face him. She woke up wrapped in his arms and was trying to softly wiggle her back against his hand to scratch it without waking him. It was still fairly early but she knew he would have to leave soon for work and debated if she should stay while he was out. She knew the doctors told her to take it easy but she still had some work to do and didn't want to impose.

"Hungry?" He asked breaking her from her thoughts.

"Huh? Don't you have to get ready for work?" She asked sitting up with a confused look.

"I can work from home besides, I'm not leaving you here alone. Plus we have a lot to discuss." He said causally.

"Oh... yeah." She said biting her lip not really wanting to talk about Tank mostly because she really didn't have much to tell him.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'm going to make us some breakfast and then we can talk okay?" He said with a sweet smile. She looked up at him with a worried look but nodded and gave him a weak smile.

"Well, at least let me cook with you." She replied getting out of bed and standing in front of him. She just realized how short she was next to him and it kinda made her feel like she was in the presence of a very handsome giant. She scanned him and smirked at the sight of his bulge and couldn't help biting her lip and turning to walk to the kitchen. She began rummaging through his cabinets until she found everything she would need to make homemade pancakes, she hummed as she looked around for a mixing bowl before getting frustrated and placing her hands on her hips and huffing.

"Looking for something?" Sam said from behind her laughing.

"A mixing bowl." He smiled and walked closer to her and reached above her to the cabinet and grabbed one of the medium mixing bowls he had, Sam felt her hand gently touch his stomach and stepped forward forcing her move back against the counter. He leaned down and let his lips brush against her forehead before handing her the bowl.

"So, what are we making?" He said pulling away and turning around to look at all the items she took out.

"I was thinking we could make some pancakes."

"Mmmm... I haven't had homemade in forever! What do you need me to do?" He said licking his lip and rubbing his hands together excitedly. Mercedes couldn't stop the moan that was building as she watched his actions, she quickly looked away and started for the flour.

"Have you ever made them before? Like on your own?"

"No, I used to help my mom when she made them and by help I mean stare at her and eat the chocolate chips."

"Well today's your lucky day, I'm going to teach you how to make them." She said stopping herself and placed the measuring cup into his hands. He gave her a huge smile and listened as she told him how much was needed and how to shave off the extra. Step by step he did as he was told even if she would occasionally make a face before giggling and helping fix whatever he messed up. She was hands on and made sure he didn't put egg shells into mix and explained to him that all it took was the tiniest shell to ruin the whole batch. Sam really appreciated this impromptu cooking lesson and wondered if they could have more.