Less Than an Hour

By: Ceeg

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Scarecrow and Mrs King and characters are owned by Shoot the Moon productions. Lines and settings are borrowed from the show as needed. Please infer any other necessary disclaimers.

Summary: Filler scene for 'Suitable for Framing', Amanda comes over to Lee's apartment before he has to leave for New York with Billy.

Lee Stetson and Amanda King adored each other; almost from the minute they met they were willing to risk life, limb, and even national security for one another. It took them almost three years to realize it...

Lee flung open the door to his apartment before Amanda even had time to insert her key in the lock. He pulled her into the foyer, slammed the door shut, and leaned against it while gathering her close in his arms.

"Lee..." Amanda protested in surprise, laughing softly as she settled against his chest, dropping her keys and purse on the floor and entwining her arms around his neck.

"Amanda..." Lee whispered softly, capturing her lips with his own. They shared a long, languid kiss, lips moving softly together, and parting gently as their tongues moved to participate. Amanda lightly nibbled his lower lip. Lee moved his head to trail kisses across her neck and down her throat. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Lee sighed, punctuating each declaration with a kiss.

"I love you, too!" Amanda assured him breathlessly, tipping her head back to allow him better access, threading her fingers through his hair.  Just as she thought her knees would buckle, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the dining room, where he deposited her in a chair...

"Dinner's getting cold," Lee announced, turning towards the kitchen.

"Wh... what?!?" Amanda exclaimed, stunned at the sudden change of subject.

Lee froze in his tracks, and ran his hand through his hair. "Amanda..." He returned to her side, kneeling on the floor, and putting his arms around her waist. "Billy's picking me up in 45 minutes. There isn't time for me to make love to you the way I want to!"

Amanda smiled down at him, and reached out to stroke his face with her fingertips. "Sometimes I wish you didn't respect me so much," she teased.

"Amanda," Lee pleaded, "45 minutes with you is barely an appetizer, I'd feel frustrated for the rest of the weekend... even more than I already am!

"I can't believe Billy's doing this to me," he growled, "I told him I had plans tonight, and we all know that he knows it's us. For years he pushed us together, now he's keeping us apart!"

"Now, Lee," Amanda chastised, forcing herself to be logical, "You know it's nothing personal, you and he just have a job to do. You're right about dinner. I couldn't let you go off to New York for 36 hours of Q&A with the FBI and a gaggle of Soviet Shadows on an empty stomach.

"And while I'm sure that Billy would be delighted to know his matchmaking attempts were so successful, I don't think being in bed when he arrives is exactly the way we want to tell him!"

Throughout this exchange, Lee and Amanda had continued kissing, touching, and stroking each other. Lee was now the one seated in the chair, and Amanda was in his lap. They rested their foreheads together, breathing shallowly as they struggled to control their raging hormones. Amanda disentangled herself from his arms, and rose to her feet, grabbing Lee's hand and
pulling him along to the kitchen with her. "You pour the wine, while I make sure our Beef Wellington is done."

Minutes later, they were again seated at the table. Separately. With the width of the table between them. Enjoying their dinner and non-intimate conversation. With their legs tangled together under the table...

The end