Author's Note #1:
Our Word of the Week was Toothbrush. I decided to have a bit of fun with a word that was so everyday and ordinary.
This originally started out as Chapter 3 for "A Night, To Forget," but I think that Soulless Sam wanted in on the action as well, and took things over, so I'm making this a story unto itself, with the events of "A Night, To Forget" as the back story; which doesn't need to be read to understand this...but it is a fun read (if I do say so myself, Lol.) And, Nope, still haven't been able to decide on who the woman is, so it can be someone of your choosing.
Author's Note #2: I really, really don't know what I'd do without Riathe Mai. Thanks for everything.
This doesn't tag to any particular episode, so no spoilers.
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"You don't have to do that on my account…trust me."
Sam's lips curved in a smirk as he met her gaze, her expression just as suggestive as her tone. He released the sheet, letting it slip down his bare hips.
His eyes drifted as his tongue wet his parted lips. Tan, sensual skin tantalized him from beneath his white dress shirt she'd borrowed. His fingers ghosted along the curve of her breast as he whispered in her ear.
"That's mine."
Her body slid against his as she drew his toothbrush from her mouth. "After last night, you're worried about germs?"