DRABBLE: We all know what Dylan is like towards other people but does he treat his wife differently behind closed doors? A series of drabbles, not necessarily related, from when Sam and Dylan were married.
Define; drabble: A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length, although the term is often erroneously used to indicate a short story of fewer than 1000 words.
Disclaimer: Casualty belongs to the BBC. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: I'm using a little bit of artistic license in the way that I portray Sam and Dylan as no-one knows (at the moment) what they were like when they were married properly, i.e. living together etc. If you think that either of them are too OOC then please feel free to tell me. I don't bite. Also if you're a Tweeter, then please feel free to follow SamAndDylanFans. So I hope you enjoy it and if you have an idea for a drabble that you want me to write (Sam/Dylan ONLY) then please let me know!

The Toast Thief

Sam Keogh leant against the kitchen counter, idly tapping her fingers against the polished work surface as she waited for the kettle to boil. She opened the cupboard and took out her polka dot mug. She closed the cupboard and placed the mug down on the work surface, reaching into the tea caddy for a tea bag. Sam dropped the tea bag into the mug just as the kettle finally boiled. She added the boiling water and then moved over to the toaster. She took two pieces of bread out from the bread bin and dropped them into the toaster, pushing it down. She moved back over to her tea and carefully removed the tea bag, giving it a quick strain. In went one sugar and a dash of milk. She gave it a quick stir before raising the spotted mug to her lips and taking a small sip. She sighed contentedly. Life was good.

"Paper." Dylan walked into the kitchen, dropping that morning's paper down on the table before moving over to where his wife stood. He pressed his lips to her cheek, his eyes landing on the silver toaster.

"Good morning to you too." Sam twisted round so she could see him properly. She drank in his handsome features, a contented smile slowly appearing on her lips.

Dylan glanced down at her, his lips slowly curving upwards into a smile. He bent his head downwards, gently capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, hoping he could keep her distracted long enough to pinch her toast. She'd done it to him enough times, he reasoned, gently sliding his fingers through his wife's soft light brown hair.

Sam was confused. He wasn't normally this affectionate first thing in the morning. But she wasn't going to complain, she quite liked it. Then the toaster pinged and she realised why he'd been keeping her distracted. She groaned inwardly as she watched him lean over to the toaster and pick out her toast. He placed it down on a plate before giving her a cheeky smile. Damn you Keogh.