This story takes place after the war, and I decided to bring back Eight and Sarah, because I miss them a lot. Hope you enjoy the story!
"So what are we going to do about this?" Nine asks, grinning. I zoned out into Sam's eyes. His beautiful hazel eyes are easy to get lost in especially when he's focused on something giving him an intense look. Everyone looks at me. Um what are we talking about.
Sam sighs "Six are you listening?" I'm listening to everything you say.
" To what?" I ask, for sure not paying attention. John gives me a look of disapproval and shakes his head. I don't know what's gotten into me lately, I just can't pay attention to anything that isn't Sam.
"Let's continue talking about this at dinner, maybe all of us can pay attention then," Four says, glaring at me. I don't care, like he hasn't been distracted by Sarah. And I would know, my room is next to his. Nine needs to get better sound-proof walls.
As everyone is leaving the dining room I slip over to Sam. He's gathering the papers he's been writing on trying to get ideas. I lace my hand into Sam's. A giant blush spreads across his pale skin. He doesn't understand how adorable he is.
His arm moves up to my face and caracess it. Slowly pink lips collide with my red ones. My arms wrap around his back and pull him closer to me. He seems shocked how much I am into this kiss, he doesn't know how much I've been craving him. His lips pullback to get a quick breathe and collide back into mine. My tongue slips in his mouth. I need Sam.
I pull back and grab his hand. I pull him into my room. I close the door and like that Sam is pinning me against the wall. His warm hands explore my torso and grips at the bottom of shirt. I kiss him with the most passion I could ever give. My hands rustle his hair as he pulls of my shirt. We only brake the kiss to pull the black tank over my head. I wrap my legs around his waist. Sam turns me around and falls onto the bed with me. His shirt is off faster than I can kill a mog. I wrap my legs around his hips and push hard down. He moans and starts to pull off my dark jeans. I stand up and slowly pull them.
"Come on, stop teasing me six" Sam says as sitting up on the bed. I listen to him and pull them off. He answers by pulling his off too. A tent is starting in his boxers and I smile. I lace my arms over his shoulders and press forward on him till he falls back. His hands fumble with my bra as I run his hands up and down his body.
My lips hit his, almost like angry that they aren't touching his. As we make-out, the lights flicker.
"Must have been my powers," Sam giggles. His laugh is the most intoxicating thing. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and light kiss him. A soft yet loving kiss. As I stop kissing him, he slowly sits up, a smile flickers across his lips as he's about to talk.
"It's almost time for dinner, but we should so finish this later" he says upset at first ,but then excited. We share a small kiss, then start getting ready. I slide the tight, black jeans back on my body, and latch my black bra back on. Sam helps me get my white tank back on. He kisses me on the forehead. Forever he will show off that he is much taller than me, but he still knows I'm stronger. I shift my arms around his torso. I hold him tight to my body for a minute. I lift my head up and give him a peck on his lips. Sam's freckles luck so much darker when he blushes.
"Erm guys, it's time dinner" Marina says awkwardly. I give her a warm smile, and say,
"We'll be right there."
Sam holds the door open for me, and smiles sweetly at me. I latch my hand in his as we walk down the hall. When we walk into the dining room, Nine looks at us with an eyebrow raised. Everyone else is already in there.
I'll be posting the next chapter soon, so stay tune ~LuckyNumberSix