[Perhaps he should have given more warning to his ruse, especially when Rumlow seemed about ready to clear the desk. It had been stupid, he thought, but he couldn't help the relief at having made this excuse to see his commander. It would never be able to be employed as a tactic again, so he was going to relish every single second he had pressing Rumlow to the desk.]

Our shifts are opposite, and I didn't want to go the rest of the day not seeing you. I missed you. [That wasn't the only reason, just the main one. The problem was that thoughts of Rumlow now often took him down an inappropriate path, and he didn't yet want to throw his mind away from the delicious erotic nature of it.

His metal hand rose, burying itself in Rumlow's hair as his flesh hand wormed around between Rumlow's body and the desk.]

I was... thinking about you, and it was very hot. I wanted you to know that.