"Saaaam," she responded, mimicking his tone before she giggled and shifted closer, turning her body to ease between him and the laptop, one hand going to start trying to tug the machine out of his grip.
"Well you've been focused on that for hours," Faith dragged the last word out in an exaggerated way before pausing and amending it slightly. "Or possibly only about ten minutes, but it felt like hours, and really I should get a reward for my patience."
Her other hand, the one not currently making a play for the laptop, slid behind his neck, gently starting to press against the taunt muscles, trying to make Sam relax.