(A/N): New Scenario! WARNING: A small amount of sexual content!
Scenario: Created based off a OTP Scenario Prompt: "Whatever you do, don't imagine your OTP being all cute and domestic. Don't imagine one washing dishes while the other comes around from behind and lays their head on the others shoulder. Don't imagine them having a soap bubble fight in the kitchen which ends up being a make out session on the dining room table. Just don't." (Bubble fight was not used due to seeing only Sam doing that with their two kids while Nadine watches them around the corner, lol)
Setting: Three years after Uncharted: The Lost Legacy (Nadine's and Sam's home)
Reason for Scenario: Well, it seemed like a fun prompt. It took me a bit to figure out how to start it though, lol. This will also be my first time writing the two all- *wiggles arms* -sexual like. Hope you like it! XD
"You know, it would be nice to have a party on the fact that we are still together just to rub it in everyone's face who thought you and I was never going to work out." Sam said as he held my waist while I did the dishes.
I scoffed. "Well, it took you long enough to ask me." I teased.
"Ah, 'cause I never thought I would marry so soon. I thought I would be maybe sixty by the time I got married."
I laughed as Sam laid his head down on my shoulder. "Old man."
Sam laughs with me while raising his head back up. "Ah, you got jokes now, huh?" He asked before I stopped with the dishes to turn and face him.
"Well, you seemed to be already gaining wrinkles." I teased, grabbing his cheeks and stretching them.
"Ow, ow, ow! Okay!" Sam yelped and grabbed my hands to pull them away. "Why are you so mean to me?"
I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. "'Cause, you're used to me kicking your ass all the time."
"O-okay, now that's about three years in the past, Nadine." He scoffed as he lets go of my hands to lay his own on the counter, one on each side of my waist.
"I won every time..."
"Okay, not-"
"It seems to me that I'm stronger than you..."
"Just because-"
"I'm better than you in everything."
"We both know-"
"I can go on and on..." I laughed and Sam just went ahead and pulled me into a kiss. It wasn't long before Sam started tugging at my belt strap on my pants and I knew what he was going after. "You're so straightforward."
Sam pulled away to laugh. "Well, being married to the most bad-ass treasure hunter is a big turn on for me."
Suddenly, he lifts me up and begins to carry me away from the dishes.
"Samuel Drake, let me go!" I shouted while trying to pull away from him.
"See, your weakness is me carrying you. I know you love it when I do." Sam explains as he looked up at me and smiles. I narrowed my eyes at him as he sets me down on the edge of the dinner table. "...You know you love me."
"Of course, I married you."
We both scoffed at my comment before Sam leaned in for another kiss. I laughed at him before grabbing his shoulders to close in the kiss.
I had completely forgotten he was taller than me during the time he had picked me up to now. When we had deepened the kiss, he rose to his full height. I slid my hands under his t-shirt, feeling over his bullet scars. Sam shivers and sighs into my mouth.
"Your hands are freezing!" He yelps before bitting down on his bottom lip. I only laugh at him while watching his lips until he came back down for another kiss. I could feel through his movement that he really wanted to lay me down, but since the table could not hold us both, he went ahead and lowered his lips down on my neck where my birthmark laid. I suddenly let out a moan, making Sam pull back. His eyes were widen as a grin pulled back on his lips. "...Loud girl." He says.
"Shut up." I spat while pulling my hands out from under his shirt.
"Hey, that's my first time hearing you be that loud."
I jump down from the table and begin to walk away.
"What did I say?" Sam asked.
"Are you coming to the bedroom or not?" I asked, flustered.
"Well, if you don't mind me being in there..." He replied before I suddenly felt his arms wrapped around my waist. Sam lifts me up and dashes into the bedroom with me.
"SAMUEL!" I yelled.
~Fin
(A/N): If there is someone out there who didn't know about (POSSIBLY) being Nadine's birthmark, it's the two dark red lines on her neck that looks like a bruise. Very noticeable, but it could also be a scar from some fight or accident in the past that the writers of Uncharted hasn't told us about.
