'Iain Come For A Pint' Tom Offered,
'We're celebrating' Sam said in a cheerful tone
'Oh yeah? What's the occasion?' Iain asked in a friendly tone
'We are moving in together' Sam announced. Smiling
'Well that is a reason to celebrate, congratulations' Iain replied in the same tone he had before. Sam and Tom then leave. Iain watches as they walk ahead in front of him, hand in hand. 'we're moving into my apartment, my apartment is bigger than yours' Sam tells Tom, as they're hands remained in unison.
'I'm pretty sure Iain doesn't want to hear you say that' Tom tells Sam gleefully, as they exit the ED and walk down the pathway. Still hand in hand. 'So shall we go for a pint, or just head home?' Tom suggests. 'Actually lets leave that for another night. I'm beat' Sam tells him, Tom nods and they head home
They soon walk back to Sam's in silence but it's a comfortable silence as Sam reaches into her pocket to fetch her keys she let go's of Tom's hand as she unlocks the door. Which Tom opens for her. 'After you my lady' Tom says in a rather gentleman type of voice causing Sam to giggle. And he closes the door after her. she takes off her coat, and Tom does the same 'I'm impressed with you Tom' Sam tells him. 'What do you mean?' Tom asked cocking an eyebrow in confusion.
'You didn't over react when you saw Iain. Thank you' Sam tells him, giving his hand a squeeze. Tom chuckled. 'Why would I over react when I know I have nothing to worry about you are mine.' Tom tells her. 'I know, and you are mine' Sam smiles. As he pulls her closer and leans down, connecting they're lips. Lips moving in perfect synic, until the need for air becomes too much and Sam is the first to break away first.
'So shall I call the takeaway, we need to celebrate' she tells him with a smile. 'Okay, what do you suggest?' he says.
'Me a Chinese. You, your pizza' Sam tells him.
'I'm sure you want a piece of my man fest' Tom smiles.
'I would, but lactose intolerant so Pizza is a no go' Sam tells him, Tom cocks an eyebrow.
'We have been together for nearly six months and you not once mention you are lactose intolerant' Tom raises an eyebrow.
'You can talk, you never once mentioned that you were adopted so don't play that card on me Kent' Sam tells him, folding her arms.
But he leans forward and kisses her, they're little argument forgotten in seconds as they're lips connect. Tom deepens the kiss. And she places her hand to the back of his neck. Its not long before things are getting heated on the sofa. Tom's shirt finds its way to the floor, Tom breaks away first.
'Maybe we should take this upstairs?' he suggests, Sam's sofa wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing in the world especially for what they were about to do. Sam cocks an eyebrow before nods. Tom takes her by the hand and they head upstairs. To the bedroom. Tom kicked the door shut with his foot. The ordering food long forgotten as they embrace in a night of passion.