It was easy to slide his other hand along Locus' jaw to cradle his face. To lean into the kiss like he could pour himself into Locus' skin and settle there. Live in his bones, breathe in his blood, own him completely. His teeth dragged along Locus' bottom lip and Delta knocked quietly, to check in.

When York pulled away he called out. "Lock the door and bump my appointments down by-"

Taylor's eyes swept over Locus in a long, smoldering look. "Two hours."