Black Smoke

He groaned her name but was stopped short by the knock at the door. 

"Mr Cavanaugh, you are wanted on set."

He cursed and tilted his forehead against hers and laughed. He could feel her shaking beneath him, her silent laughter taunting him. His wry chuckle turned into a groan and she understood what she had done. She froze, trying not to moan and tickle the beast on top of her. 

In appreciation, he gave her a quick peck on the lips. 

"Give me a few minutes!" he shouted towards the door. He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. The vixen took the opportunity to sprawl on top of him and cupping his cheeks. 

"We do have a couple of minutes. Time for a quickie?" she teased. He cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer for a much slower and deeper kiss.

"I'm not fond of quickies," he told her when he pulled away. 

"You'll just have to get to work with a bad case of blue balls then," she whispered softly.