This is another story for a friend. Tell me if you like it, if I should continue or not. Also if you are reading my other story 'Maddy's Baby, Taylor's Granddaughter' I will not be posting another chapter until Monday. I'm sorry.
Eighteen year old Zoe Shannon and Leah Marcos sat gossiping about the new baby that the neighbors had, before their conversation turned to boys and clothes.
Zoe knew Leah was more the military than girly, but she was girly enough to have interests.
"You know, I think it would be nice to actually have dates for the harvest festival this year." She said as they looked through their dresses, Leah have brought her best dresses for Zoe's opinion.
"You know Nat will scare any boy away from me," Leah laughed.
"Hey look at the bright side, he has gotten taller since last year, a least taller than you now." Zoe laughed at her friend's scowl. Changing the subject Leah and lifted a particularly pretty blood red dress. It was silk and stopped just below the knees, with thin straps.
"I bet Angus will love this," She laughed at Zoe's pink face and threw the dress at her.
"Yeah, yeah, like he would take me tonight." She picked up one of Leah's dresses and held it to her. It was pale green with strips of purple at the bottom. "This one will catch Jaxson's eye, don't you shake your head at me I know you like him."
The girls laughed and changed into their respective dresses, Zoe in red and Leah in green, before doing each other's makeup.
"Wow, Zoe, Leah, you look amazing." Zo's mother exclaimed and smiled as they giggled and left for the festival. Jim was grabbing his coat, when the girls left, "Don't you dare follow them." She ground out, "It was bad enough that you almost killed Mark when he proposed."
Jim placed his jacket on the back of the chair and smiled when Elizabeth said, "Good, now I have you all to myself and Taylor let me borrow these." She pulled out a set of cuffs.
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"Miss Shannon, may I have this dance?" Angus McShire asked with his oak eyes and black hair. She loved how he bowed to her and swept her around, watching Leah get dragged onto the floor by an almost fifteen year old Nathaniel Jr. Both men took their partners waists and hands, swaying to the music.
Zoe stepped closer and laid her head on Angus' shoulder and breathed in his scent.
"Enjoying yourself, Miss Shannon?" She giggled at his warm voice, and wrapped both arms around his neck, his other hand slipping to her waist.
"May I steal her away from you?"
Zoe turned towards the voice and gasped. Little Sam Marcos, the bean pole a year ago, stood strong and muscled, and a good foot taller than her. "Sam," she looked at Angus, "Do you mind, I haven't seen him in a year.
She was twirled away from him and into a powerful chest, "Wow, Sam, you really packed on the muscle." He smiled at her with his green eyes, but he looked at her like she had seen Maddy look at a flower, examining it's delicate petals.
"Thanks, you'd be surprised what you do in the wild, and the soldier's like you more when you help." His voice was deep and honey coated. How much had he changed in the past year? "You look nice, specially in that dress, I barely recognized my Zoe here."
"Oh, so I belong to you?" They often had this playful banter, saying they owned each other and other inside jokes, but when he spin her and dipped her, this was not playful.
"I do own you," he was suddenly very serious and she felt a shiver run down her back, "And I don't like that sniveling dick even coming near you." She stared at him for a moment, he had always been one to protect her and they have been flirting for years, but they generally didn't know how to go about getting to first base.
"Sam, what happened to you out there?" She looked into his eyes as he lifted her from the dip. He shook his head and took her hand. Sam walked her out of the market and walked along the side of his and Leah's house.
"When I was out there a lot of us got eaten, the bodies we could send back got here but some of us chose to stay out there to get the star charts written or we would have to wait a century …" he babbled grasping her hand tighter.
She stopped walking with him and started yanking her hand from his, "Sam, your scaring me." Voice trembling, she watched him stop and turn around to hold her to him.
"I'm sorry," He breathed into her ear, one of his hands rubbing circles into her back, "I just haven't stopped running since Dr. Hansan was killed." She had heard of the scientist and worried until they sent another team out to them.
She cupped his face and looked at his eyes, they seemed to make him look so much older. "You're here, your safe, your mine." She said with all seriousness and awkwardly stood on her tip toes to press her lips to his. It took a moment for him to respond, before her lips were parted by his and their tongues brought into the equation.
Zoe hadn't noticed that he had been walking her backwards to his front door were she laid back against it as their kisses became fevered.
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Leah looked around for her brother, she had just been told that Sam was back, and she dearly wanted to see the seventeen year old boy.
"He'll show up," Jaxson said as he helped her look. "Let's look at the fireworks." He took his jacket off and draped it over her shoulders.
"Hey, Jaxson, you're supposed to be on the fence this year." Reynolds called and Leah waved as he ran to his spot.
She gasped when the coat as ripped off her shoulders before being replaced by Nat's jacket, she smiled at him and watched the exploding lights.
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Zoe laid on her side and traced shapes into Sam's bare chest. They were both naked beneath the sheets, but content with the new direction of their relationship. Zoe looked around his room and noted that he had taken many of his science posters down.
"So how are you going to explain the blood," she nibbled at his ear, still sore and surprised by how gentle he was with her. Sam silently groaned and tightened his grip, pulling her closer to him by her waist.
"Don't know, I'm being distracted by a succubus." He smirked as she slapped his chest then kissed the area. He sighed and pulled her to his lips.
"We need to get back to the party." She gasped as he rolled them over.
"No we don't." he bit on her neck and smiled.
"Then get ready," she kissed his jaw line before adding, "because you're mine."
"And you are mine."
