Okay, thanks for the reviews! I've decided to carry on with this fic for a couple more chapters, but I'm not sure it'll be a very long one because I have got an idea for another fic for Sam and Tom. But please enjoy :)

7am
Sam opened her eyes, that were sore from crying herself to sleep and she rubbed the sleep out of them to wake herself up properly. She turned over in the double bed that was too big for her, to find that Tom's side of the bed was empty.

The last thing she remembered was settling with him on the sofa and crying some more the previous evening, so maybe she had scared him about being so emotional that he had left her once she'd fallen asleep in the hope that he wouldn't be stuck with her.

The thought of being alone scared her so much because her mother was her only family she had had left, and now she had now boyfriend either - though she didn't blame him. Who would want to be tied down to such an emotional reck with commitment problems at his young age when he could clearly get someone so much better than her.

She felt the tears well up in her eyes, though she wasn't sure if it was because of her mother's death, because of her assumed breakup, because she was alone... Or maybe a combination of all three. But it didn't matter as tears of sorrow and despair began to roll down her cheek once more.

Suddenly, she almost jumped out of her skin as she felt a pair of muscular arms engulf her but she soon settled into their familiar embrace and back under the duvet again.
"I thought you'd gone." She admitted quietly.
"Sorry, I just needed the toilet." He apologised because he really didn't want her to have woken up alone, however in the minute or two that he had gone, the unlikely had happened and that had been the time that she stirred.
"Thank you for staying."
"I wanted to... In fact, why don't we move in together?" He suggested.
"What?" Sam asked confusedly. Did he really want to settle down, or was he just giving her the sympathy vote.
"Sam I love you, and I want to be with you. Not just for a couple of nights a week, I want to go to sleep with you in my arms and to wake up next to you every morning." Tom explained and Sam felt a warm tingle inside of her.
"Really?" She asked.
"Really." Tom nodded as he tightened his grip on her. "So, my place or yours?" He questioned.

"Mine. I've got the spare room, you've got a shoebox with a bed." Sam joked halfheartedly.
"Well that 'shoebox with a bed' has served your needs plenty of times." Tom stated smugly and Sam smiled to herself.

"You know what you said, about me and you having our own family last night?"
"Yeah."
"Did you mean it? Or did you just say it to calm me down?" Sam asked.
"No, course I meant it. I've always wanted kids, I just never thought that I'd find the right woman to settle down with." Tom stated.
"And am I the right woman to settle with?" Sam queried.
"Of course you are. I wouldn't be moving in with you if I didn't love you enough to want a family with you." Tom stated and Sam's heart warmed - it was only a tiny bit, but he was slowly patching the hole in her heart that had been created by the death of her mother, the experience in afghan, and of course her divorce with Dylan. He was slowly healing her broken heart, and she couldn't wait until it was whole again because then she'd be able to trust properly.

"Y'know, I'm sorry that I gave you the cold shoulder last night when you came to see if I was okay, and that I started crying like a baby about-" Sam had to stop herself as a lump formed in her throat.
"You weren't crying like a baby. You were crying like a daughter who had just lost her mother. And you shouldn't be sorry about that at all." Tom stated. "Grieving can take months to get over, you can't just pretend you're okay the next day. It's okay to appear weak sometimes, just because you appear weak, doesn't mean you actually are."

Sam nodded a little bit in understanding before she glanced at the bedside clock.
"You'd better be getting to work." Sam stated. "Otherwise Zoe'll have your head on a platter."
"Why don't you just tell Zoe why you need time off? She'll give you compassionate leave and I don't think a couple of days off is enough." Tom suggested quietly as he stroked her hair. It was slightly greasy where she obviously hadn't had her usual early morning shower the day before but he wasn't going to mention it because he understood why she hadn't had a shower - she'd been crying her eyes out in bed instead.
"But I don't want more time off. I just need a few days to sort my head out, and then I want to get back into work. Thinking about her isn't going to bring her back, I need something to keep me occupied and work is the perfect solution." Sam explained.

"If you're sure... But are you okay if I go into work today? I could take the day off and tell Zoe that it wasn't food poisoning and now I've got it as well." He stated. "In fact, that's not a bad idea if I don't say so myself." He smirked.
"No, go to work. I could do with some time by myself. Honestly I'll be fine. And I kinda need a shower before I go out anywhere." She stated
"Yeah I did notice." Tom admitted as he glanced at her hair and Sam playfully elbowed him.
"Shut up!" She protested and Tom just grinned at her.

"So, does this mean in my lunch break I can go to my flat and pack?" He asked.
"Only if you don't bring that awful CD collection of yours." She stated.
"What's wrong with it? I can't help it if all you like is the bloody Foo Fighters and Green Day." Tom stated.
"Tom, get ready for work or you're gonna be late." Sam ordered.
"Oh yeah, that's right. Change the subject you little rock chick." Tom joked as he reluctantly slid out of bed and tucked her in a little so she didn't get cold without being in his hold.

"By the way, I'll be expecting a house warming present." She said suggestively.
"Which would be?" He asked because she seemed to have something in mind, but he wasn't sure if he understood what.
"Use your imagination." Sam winked.
"Are you sure? You don't have to and I don't want you feeling that you have to becau-"
"Shut up and get ready for work. Yes I'm sure and bring protection." She ordered and Tom's eyes flashed open at her assertiveness.
"But you're on the pill." Tom stated confusedly as he pulled his jeans on over his boxers.
"Yes but for some reason or another I forgot to take it yesterday and I don't want to take the risk." Sam stated.
"Right, okay. I just wanted to check." He stated as he pulled his shirt on. "Right, I'll see you tonight then." He smiled.

Later that evening, Sam and Tom had just entered her - or rather their - bedroom, though Tom was still hesitant because he wasn't sure if Sam really wanted to make love to him, or whether she was just doing it for the sake of it. They had begun in the living room as Sam had come on to him by giving him a deep passionate kiss so that she could undo his belt. But then she led him into their bedroom, and resumed the kiss as they laid on the bed with him on top.

Within minutes, they were both naked and fully ready, as Sam put Tom into her like she had done it a million times before, and that time was no different to before. But as he kissed her neck and caressed her body whilst he frequently thrusted into her, she began to release realise that she had only lead him on because she wanted to take her mind off of things.

It was at the point of Tom's climax that she really couldn't take it anymore and she didn't like him being on top of her because she had no control so she put both hands on her chest, and used all of her strength to push himself off of her...

She didn't know how or why it happened, but the next thing she knew, she was looking at her naked partner who had been flung to the ground, and he was stunned, and almost frightened, by the experience as he caught his breath back.

Thankfully for him, the landing on the carpet hadn't been to harsh, but his concern wasn't for himself, it was for her. Because as he looked up, he saw true panic in her eyes that quickly developed into regret and fear as though she thought he was going to retaliate.

He watched as she scrambled back on the bed against the headboard. And out of shame she began to cling to the duvet and bury herself beneath it as the tears filled her eyes once more.

Tom quickly pulled the condom off, tied it in a knot and put it in the small bedroom bin before he pulled on a pair of boxers - despite the discomfort it caused him - and climbed onto the bed. She was wrapped in the thin white duvet as he pulled her thin frame onto his lap and he held her tightly against his chest. Both seemed shocked by the experience, but both felt guilty too because she hadn't meant to make him fly into the air and onto the floor, and he should've realised that she wasn't happy.

Tears began to fall down Sam's cheeks again as she was so confused. She was guilty for what she did to Tom - both leading him on, and throwing him off of her -, guilty for trying to enjoy herself when her mother had died, she was feeling stupid, regretful, heartbroken, upset and deranged at the same time.

Tom held the sobbing woman in his arms as he didn't have a clue what to do with her. He knew she was strong, but he didn't have a clue why she hadn't just asked him to stop rather than launch him off of her. He was almost angered at her for saying that she was ready when she was so clearly not. And even though he would've told her that she shouldn't be sorry, he couldn't believe that she hadn't apologised for her actions when she had quite literally abused him.

But he couldn't leave her, and he couldn't shout at her. Because she was going through far too much and she was obviously so upset, perplexed and bewildered that she could barely speak as he breathing was disjointed and shallow from her sobbing.

He just held her tight because that was all he could think to do whilst she let her emotions out without even an ounce of restraint, she just let herself go as she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, until she could cry no more.

He knew bereavement could make people do odd things, and he knew that the sooner he forgave her actions, the sooner they could move on from it so he had to forgive her. Otherwise he would only be making her feel worse. And of course, she had forgiven him when he accidentally hit her becuase of his diazepam addiction so forgiveness was a seemingly no brainer.

But she knew that she should've said something, yet she couldn't make any words come out of her mouth no matter how hard she tried.

"Just go to sleep." Tom whispered. "In the morning, we'll move on and forget that it even happened... Just get some rest."

He was freezing, because he was naked aside from his boxers that he had thrown on, and she was wrapped up in the duvet leaving nothing for him. But he didn't want to disturb her, she wasn't wearing anything under the duvet at all and he knew, more than anyone, how self conscious she got sometimes.

She soon managed to let herself fall asleep, and it took a while longer before Tom could relax, but they both settled for the night, but how would they act in the morning?

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