Deleted Scenes
A/N: This takes place after Sam wakes Kira, but before he tells her he has to leave.
Alternate ending.
Good morning, beautiful. She stirred, smiling. Opening her eyes, she looked at him. He smiled back, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. She sat up, pushing back the covers
"Sam, what is it?" He fastened his mouth to hers, pulling her to her feet.
Do you know how very special you really are to me?
Show me. She challenged. He pulled her closer, channeling all he had into the kiss. She returned it with a force that blew his mind. Kira ran her hands up and down his body, finally sending them seeking his buttons. His shirt came off leaving his strong arms free to tackle hers. Careful of her arm, he saw to it that her tank top came off with ease. His eyes perused her body, making them both crazy.
He kicked off his shoes as she worked another button. Then a zipper. He was hot and took control, pinning her to him as he removed her shorts, baring her to him. He joined her. She lay back on her bed and raked him with her eyes and nails as he knelt over her.
You're beautiful. She thought.
He heard. Sam fastened his mouth to hers, settling his body into hers, mindful of her arm.
He sighed. She sighed. He rocked. She exploded.
He shifted their positions, now on his knees, pulling her with him. They were both breathing heavily; locked together mouth to mouth, body to body, and heart to heart. Sam's eyes scrunched tight as Kira leaned her head back, arching into him. He fastened his mouth to her neck, kissing first, then caressing with his tongue. She gasped, tipping her head to kiss his shoulder, her nails biting into his back. They maintained close contact, sighing and loving one another with all they had. Mouths locked tight, they shared breath; inhaling each other's scent, sharing gasps. He rocked her higher, faster, carrying her to a new plane of existence. His mind and thoughts were hers.
He shifted again, lying on his side behind her, holding her close as she was rocked once more. Sam hovered over Kira, running his tongue around her ear; her neck arching as he followed that path to her collarbone, all the while trying to share her skin. She was responsive, turning her head with a gasp and locking her lips to his.
Their skin glistened like the rain on the window as they were both blown away yet again. He held her tight, until their breathing slowed and their hearts beat in rhythm. Loving her with all he had, he explained his sadness without saying a word aloud.
I love you. He thought.
She heard.