A/N: I posted this because I was getting tired of the lack of Quorra/Sam fics XD. This is possibly a oneshot, and possibly not. It just all depends on whether you the people like it. Or even If someone wanted to do a follow up story that's cool too! Reviews equal love yo! Also I put it as Mature more as a "just in case" kind of thing. This is not really a full songfic, I'm just adding in sections of the song that inspired me to write this. I am aware that the lyrics are out of order in places, I just wanted to add the appropriate line where I thought it was due ya know?

ALSO: I do not own anything Tron. I wish I did, and even though I am a straight female, I do wish I owned Olivia Wilde. Alas, I do not XD.

She's blood, flesh and bone

No tucks or silicone,

She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound

But somehow I can't believe

That anything should happen

I know where I belong,

And nothing's gonna happen.

The sound of rain hitting the window was soft and calming. The fresh smell that came with it had somehow found its way into the luxurious apartment, giving a relaxing mood to this perfect moment.

There laid Sam Flynn, turned on his side, arm loosely flung over a girls hip. No, not just any girl, THE girl... HIS girl. The beautiful ISO that was still fast asleep, her back against the mattress, face turned to him and short black hair fanned out around her.

It was already late morning, hours had passed the time that he was supposed to be at work. Normally he would get a good ass-chewing by Alan, but he had been on especially good behavior lately and he was sure the older man would understand one day. Sam couldn't ruin a perfect morning by rushing off to work and risking waking the most beautiful woman beside him.

Silently he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his cell, quickly texting a fast explanation to Alan:

'Spending the day with Quorra. Sorry for the late heads up, was occupied.'

Sam sent the message, replaced the phone back on the table, and returned his arm around Quorra's waist.

'Cause she's so high...

High above me, she's so lovely

She's so high,

Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite

Fingers delicately traced the outline of her stomach muscles. Running up from the top of her black, lacy panties up to the base of her bra and back down. He was careful not to touch anywhere supper sensitive to startle her awake. Sam cherished her more than anything else in the world (including his dog and that was a huge development for him) and he would never take advantage of her in this kind of situation. Not until he knew, without a doubt, that she would be his.

Skimming over Quorra's belly button, he reminisced of last night. Things had gotten hot and passionate between the two of them, clothes were abandoned quickly and they all but stumbled into the bedroom. Sam remembered how she climbed into his lap, with nothing but her underwear on, and slowed down their kiss. With this she infused something far more special than lust or want. The feeling was foreign yet not unwelcome. It was almost akin to love, something he had never felt before outside of family.

It snapped Sam back into reality at the situation, and he quickly halted their progress to doing the deed. Normally he would take advantage of a situation like that and have sex with the girl that was egging him on, but this was different. This was Quorra. He knew that deep down, after only three months in the real world, that she wasn't ready for sex, no matter how much she believed she was. Sam wanted it to be perfect with her. He wanted to make love to her, not fuck her. He also wanted to make sure she didn't feel obligated to be with him.

What could a guy like me

Ever really offer?

She's perfect as she can be

Why should I even bother.

Slowly Sam looked back up at Quorra's face, only to have two large, blue eyes staring at him. A smile was on her face and slowly a few butterflies unleashed an assault in his stomach. Only she could make him feel like a nervous boy again.

...like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite...

"I thought I would wake up to you gone." Quorra's voice was soft, still sleep-fogged. Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't want to leave you. What can I say? Your so damn sexy in the morning." he said lightly as he brushed her bangs out of her face. His statement achieved a few giggles. She gently nudged him over and laid herself half on him half off. Propped up on her arm, she leaned down and kissed him.

"Oh really?" she asked and she pulled away, biting her lip.

Sam didn't answer and instead just looked at her, eyes sparkling. "Somethings changed about you Sam Flynn." Quorra stated with a hint of concern at the behavior change.

...She's so high, high above me

She's so lovely...

Smiling mischievously, Sam picked her up off the bed, flung her over his shoulder and walked out of the room. "I'm starving, lets make some breakfast."