Sam snorted. "You could just ask. I'm always happy to have an excuse to grope you," he said, grinning. "And I never made it to Captain, or I might not have given up the job."
He let go of G's hand the moment his other hand reached for the door knob, and then they were going down the stairs and into their basement.
There was work to be discussed, but first Sam reached for G, fingers curling around G's hips and he kissed his lover again. He might just get used to this added layer to their relationship. "I wasn't talking to Hetty about this," he started with a smile, although he really didn't want to know what Hetty might suspect or know.
"You mentioned wanting to test your power, and I've been thinking of a safe place to do it around here, and the truth is that unless we start driving three and four hours each way, we won't find any out door place that's secure, and that's hardly optimal because we'll leave the team for too long," he said. "So it got me thinking, most paintball is done indoor here, no outdoor places. So why not have our own indoor place for training and as a safe house. I was thinking right in Jersey, Elizabeth comes to mind, since it's near the airport, commercial area, lots of traffic, and easily reachable from both Manhattan and here, through Staten Island, but if you want to go further down, we can do that. Anyother idea was to create the first one, and maybe branch out, create more safe houses spreading South and West. Hetty can find the money, but you need to decide where, and we'll go from there."