Ok, second chapter :) R&R x
Dropping his arms he pushed of the arm chair, stumbling to stand.
He steadied himself, before beginning an argument with his jacket. Sighing in defeat, he looks at you pitifully. "Stuck" he mumbled with puppy eyes
You giggle shaking your head as you move to help him. You reach for the top of his jacket sliding over his shoulders and down his arms. You look at him as you do and are shocked by what you see.
There's no humour in his eyes, his face completely serious as he stares down into your eyes. You have to look away as butterflies fill your stomach. You throw his discarded jacket on the chair.
"Can you manage now?" you ask looking at his face but not meeting his eyes. His head shakes, you swallow a lump in your throat as you close your eyes to try and ground yourself and keep repeating in your head *he's drunk, this means nothing*
He pulls at his plaid shirt and whispers sadly "buttons" you nod before opening your eyes. You try to focus on the buttons not Sam as you hands start to tremble. Taking a deep breath you begin to undo the shirt, knowing he is watching your every move. Each button revealing more skin and muscle beneath. You'd seen him shirtless before, Sam wasn't shy of his body and with a body like his why should he be? But this is different, you knew this would lead to many a frustrating dream.
As you finish you try to not stare at his perfect abs, as your hands itching to touch them. You look up and move to take off the shirt. You see Sam swallow heavily causing toy to frown slightly, Sam wasn't usually so bashful when drunk. You shake off the odd feeling, returning to the task.
Goosebumps appear on your arms as your hands slide against the soft skin of his arms, you try to memorise even inch of skin, every hard muscle as you know this will most likely be the only time you ever get to touch him like this.
The shirt thrown with the forgotten jacket, you ask if he wants a tshirt to sleep in. He shakes his head and you can't be disappointed by his decision. You move to grab your bag to retrieve you night clothes, as he removes his pants unaided. He jumps onto the bed looking at you, opening his arms in an invitation to join him.
"No Sammy, go to sleep" you say laughing, looking at him lying there. In nothing but his boxers inviting you to join him.
*I must be fucking crazy to turn that down* you shake the thoughts from your head.
Sam frowns and says "cuddle" his arms still wide. You decided to go easy on him as he looks cute.
"Your a big guy Sammy, and your not getting both of us in that little bed" he throws his arms down sighing dramatically. "I'll be right there" you say pointing at the other bed. He nods though he's still unhappy. "I'll be back in a minute" you say jumping into the bathroom closing the door behind you and lean hard against it.