FanFic- the one were Sam returns home drunk, to a not so happy root.
The lights were all off in the house as Sam clambered out the taxi as gracefully as is possible after 1 bottle of wine, maybe just maybe she was thinking I might be able to make it into the house without anyone realizing the time or my state,
but as she got closer to the door she suddenly felt like a school child again unable to hold in her giggling laugh , whilst rustling around in her bag for her keys she could hear herself giggling louder and louder when finally she found her keys she put the correct key in the door after about the 3rd key attempt and just as she was about to twist the key the door flew open from the other end for Sam to be greeted with a not so happy looking root who stood in her oversized grey top with a naked lady on a motorcycle, the top was just long enough to sit above roots thighs and Sam could feel herself staring at roots long muscled legs, following her gaze up to see the curls in her hair just a tad messier than usual a little whispy framing her perfectly sculpted slightly pale face
"jesus root, do you ever not look good" Sam spluttered out only realising what she was saying after it was said .
"your drunk Sam, and managed to wake up the whole house with your childish giggles coming up the street, you even managed to wake up bear. Just get upstairs to bed please" root replied not using her usual soft toned voice
"only if you'll keep me company in my bed otherwise I might just stay up all night " Sam was feeling cheeky now and thought she might as well push her luck root was always the one dropping the oh so obvious flirting into most conversations now it was time for some of her own medicine.
Root's face was trying to hold back the smile she wanted to let out, Sam might have been drunk but she knew no matter how drunk Sam got she wouldn't lie to root or play her along and hurt her feelings, "fine but only if you go now and quickly before you end up waking up Finch too! "
Sams head was killing her and memories of her return home last night were filling her head, did she honestly let root win and admit to her feelings whilst being drunk the worst possible time to do it?!
rolling over to the other side of the bed, she was surprised to find it empty, maybe it was a dream? just then the door flew open and in walked root looking just as good as she did at 3am this morning, "Morning sweetie, how's the head "
"oh shit root, last night did i?"
"make a fool of yourself and wake up the whole house, of course you did"
"no I mean did I, did I "
"oh what confess your love to me, yeah of course"
"pack it in root, I was drunk "
"oh so you don't think I always manage to look good then, even when rudely woken up at 3 am? Why thanks Sam"
turning on her heel root was almost done with hopelessly flirting with Sam and always getting her cold side, not that that wasn't what had attracted her in the first place.
Sam through off the covers and leaped out of the bed catching roots arm just as she was about to reach for the door swinging her around to face her, and with a sigh and a muffled "oh for god's sake"
she gave in to it all and kissed root, softly at first before root retaliated and it turned passionate