Inspired by a scene in today's episode. Mild spoilers for the beginning of the episode. I just had to write it out because Sam really looked like this! XD
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"Now if Miss Crazy Cat would join us," Sam joked, placing the plate of pancakes on top of the counter. While last night had been quite a surprise (not to mention a little unnerving), he figured that it was just a bad night on her part. Sure enough, she'd be coming down the stairs any second, scowling and scolding him for his words.
Peter was in the middle of saying something (and of course he wasn't really paying attention, it being Peter) when the group of his friends silenced, their heads whipped towards the kitchen entrance. Sam quirked an eyebrow and before he could ask what their problem was, the corner of his eyes caught dark skin next to the refrigerator and -
His stare widened, hand tightening around the spatula. Ava stood there in her typical sleeping attire, a purple tank and tantalizing short-shorts. She was slouching with one hand behind her head, hair disheveled and lips twisted into a pout. Sleep was still evident in her eyes, but they hinted at a casual outlook Sam wasn't familiar with.
He cringed as he felt an unexpected shiver run across his shoulders and spread to his head. His eyes followed Ava as she opened the fridge and gulped down the quart of milk, mouth salivating when some dripped off her lips. Was he…was he turned on?
Holy shit, Ava's hot, Sam realized as his heart drummed against his chest.
When Ava burped and the rest of the guys gasped at her behavior, Sam conformed and did the same, though he hoped they were too distracted to recognize he was faking it. Because goddamn, Ava was hanging loose and her hair was splayed across her neck and face and now she was laughing like she didn't have a care in the world and -
Oh god, don't get aroused, don't get aroused, don't get aroused - Sam chanted, palms sweaty and face hot.
"Huh, you're out of milk," she sung to the boys, dropping the empty carton into the trash. A smile flashed across her face before she headed back to her room without another look back. Sam kept his eyes glued to her back, making a firm effort to resist lowering his gaze further. And when she was finally out of his line of vision, he took a deep breath and ran a shaky hand through his hair.
"So…" he trailed, turning his attention back to his astonished comrades, "That happened."
He would accept, a few days later, that he indeed was aroused by an unkempt Ava.
And everything else about her.