AN: Hi! Hope you guys are all doing well. Thanks so far for reading this. I certainly hope more people will jump on the Sam/Tina ship. Anyway, here is another update and I hope you like it!

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Chapter 4

Sam woke up from the faint feeling of something tickling his neck and he groaned softly when he slowly became aware of the uncomfortable pain radiating from his neck and down his back. Cracking open his eyes, he grew aware of something pressed against his side and the incredible need to stretch his strained body. Looking at the wall clock (a cat with paws as the clock's arms), it read it was little past 8 in the morning. He guessed they slept for about six hours or so.

He looked down, feeling Tina shift against him and he couldn't help but stop the small smile that played on his lips. She looked adorable, tucked into the crook of his arm and her face pressed against his neck. His left arm held her waist and her arms were thrown around his torso.

She looked so comfortable.

Sam stared at her sleeping form for a few more moments and he couldn't help but think that this was kind of nice. Waking up like this. But of course, this really meant nothing, he thought to himself.

And while it this was a definitely nice position to hold (and did he mention that the fabric of her top was so soft under his fingers?), his body ached. His neck and back hurt like hell. And he kind of needed to pee. Before he could stop himself, he shifted slightly, hoping that he could slowly shimmy his way out of her grasp and let her sleep a few more hours.

But that slowly backfired and she whined softly and before stirring and slowly opening her eyes. Her grasp around him loosened and she blinked, before looking up and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Morning," Sam breathed, grinning slightly and his arm around her waist went slack.

Tina went rigid for a moment and she stared at Sam with wide eyes, before she relaxed and she pushed herself away from him. She looked flustered and stared at the dishevelled blonde. "Morning,"

Sam blinked and faintly wondered what just happened before grinning and sitting up and trying to slowly stretch out his sore muscles. "I think we fell asleep in the middle of the movie. I can't remember if we finished it,"

Tina nodded, looking like she was still trying to pull her composure together. "Yeah," she looked away as Sam stood up and stretched out. She heard him say something about having slept well, and she nodded her head in agreement. She did sleep well – best in the longest time – never mind she had fallen asleep against an old high school classmate.

She stood up, fumbling momentarily with the sheets and dumping them on the sofa, and collected the empty pizza box (had they seriously finished off one pizza?). She looked at Sam as he tried to manage his floppy blonde air. "Breakfast?" she asked. "Or do you have anywhere to be today?"

Sam looked at her and shrugged, not really having anything to do today. "Sure,"

Tina smiled and nodded her head walking over the kitchen and folding up the pizza box before dumping it into the trashcan. She immediately set out to fix them breakfast, silently hoping that there was something decent to eat in her fridge and pantry.

"Need any help?" Sam asked, hopping on the kitchen stool and watching her over the wooden counter.

Tina shook her head and smiled. "Thanks, but I'm good," she said. "Just make yourself comfortable,"

"The last time you said that I kind of fell asleep on your couch," Sam grinned. "I might fall asleep here too,"

Tina laughed and placed a mug of black coffee in front of him. He took it gratefully and took a sip. "Just make yourself at home," Tina shrugged. "It's nice having visitors around. I don't get them often,"

Sam looked over the rim of the yellow mug (it had cartoon dogs running around it) and he eyed her amusement. "Not even guys?"

The Asian woman looked flustered and she dropped the toast onto a white plate clumsily. She averted her gaze and placed the stack of toast on the counter. Her gaze turned back to Sam, she watched as he stared at her curiously. She swallowed. "Not even,"

Sam blinked, a bit confused, wondering why there was no guy around waiting for Tina on hand and foot. She was awesome and from all the catching up they did, he faintly wondered why they never were close in high school. She loved graphic novels, for Pete's sake! "Guys are missing out then,"

She sighed loudly and shrugged, pulling out two matching bowls with cartoon dogs on them, and placing them on the counter. "Not sure about that," she mumbled, throwing Sam a rueful grin. She turned her back to him, opening the fridge and fishing out a milk carton. Next to fridge, she picked up a box of Lucky Charms. Turning back to Sam she carefully placed everything onto the country and sat down across of him.

"What about you?" Tina asked, looking at Sam curiously as he poured some cereal into his bowl and some milk.

Sam looked up, looking at Tina with curious eyes. Tina shrugged nonchalantly and an amused smile played on her lips. "You living with anybody?" she quirked an eyebrow. "Or close to settling down?"

"Nah," Sam looked at his bow and he toyed with the cereal for a bit before shoveling some into his mouth. "Haven't been seeing anybody for about a year or so," He quirked an eyebrow. "Unless of course you count my roommate who is close to moving out anyway,"

Tina raised her eyebrow. "Not even some of your hospital lady friends? Like a pretty nurse?" she grinned.

"Did that before and it got a bit weird," Sam made a face. "Never date co-worker. Best advise yet,"

"Good thing most of my co-workers are gay," Tina gave him an amused look before biting into her buttered toast.

"I seriously thought Flounder had a thing for you," Sam grinned at her.

Tina rolled her eyes. "Flounder and Aladdin have thing,"

The two laughed loudly before resuming their breakfast with Tina and Sam talking about their co-workers and the things they did at work. They talked about their new set of friends from work and from their colleges and what kept them busy on regular work days. It surprised Sam to find Tina's schedule pretty packed during the week, with about eight performances in a week. He wondered how she kept up with that kind of schedule

"What's the name of the musical again?" Sam asked, looking curious. "King –what?"

"King and I," she supplied, looking amused.

"Cool," Sam commented as he finished off the last bits of his cereal. "I got to catch you, then,"

Tina blushed and took the bowl from him, standing up. "Sure," she said.

While Tina was doing dishes (or at least, trying to – Sam kept doing these weird impressions), they agreed to spend the day together at Central Park. And as they made their way to Central Park (after Sam changed clothes at his apartment) and they watched old couples feed the pigeons and couples hold hands, rids running around, and that somehow started into their own little weekend tradition.

"So," Sam grinned, a few months later, sitting on a park bench stretching out and enjoying the cool October breeze. "Batman or Spiderman?"

Tina looked up from her book, and wrinkled her nose. "Spiderman,"

Sam looked appalled. "Seriously? Peter Parker over Bruce Wayne," he asked the young woman with an incredulous expression. "How can you say no to Bruce Wayne?"

Tina shrugged and cocked her head to the side in an amused expression. "Peter Parker is cute," she said. In the background she could distinctly hear the clear sound of a bell, so she closed her book and stood up with Sam following suit. "Batman is a rich mysterious man," she explained calmly. "While Spiderman is kind of a dork, which is just adorable,"

Sam laughed and nodded his head, following her lead as they walked towards the ice cream vendor. "Okay, go on,"

Tina grinned at him over her shoulder, a small blush creeping over her cheeks. "And besides, the whole kissing upside down thing?" she began, her eyes sparkling. "Totally hot,"

Sam watched her for a moment before chuckling at her flustered expression. "What? No guy kissed you upside down before?"

She rolled her eyes at him and paid the ice cream vendor for their ice cream, taking the offered vanilla ice cream cone. "Unfortunately, no," she said simply, before taking a tentative lick. "A guy has yet to drop upside down in front of me,"

Sam threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him and making her nearly drop her ice cream cone. She gave a sound of protest but he ignored it, grinning at her. "Then we got to find you your Spiderman then"

Tina laughed and shook her head. "Funny," she commented dryly. "But not going to happen,"

"You never know,"

"Oh, I know," Tina chuckled, and stuck her tongue out at Sam, who laughed in return, watching her twirl out of his arms and walk in front of him looking at him in amusement. He was about to say something when the familiar tune of Lady Gaga's Born this Way filled the air and Tina stopped walking backwards.

Balancing her ice cream cone, she fished out her iPhone out of her bag and answered her phone, frowning slightly at the unregistered caller ID. "Hello?"

Sam watched as her mood visibly dropped and he stared at her in worry, his ice cream cone momentarily forgotten and ice cream slowly melting and sliding over his fingers. He'd clean up later. He watched as Tina tensed for moment and her gaze flickered momentarily at him before averting her gaze to the fountain.

"You're here?" Tina frowned, she looked at her ice cream cone, white vanilla ice cream melting over her hands. She swallowed. "Like, here here?"

He watched Tina sigh and he slowly began to wonder if something was wrong. He watched her sigh, closing her eyes briefly and an expression crossed her face that he could not decipher. She looked over her shoulder, looking at something down the cobble path before glancing back at him. "Bye," he heard her say before effectively ending the call.

"Is everything –"

"Let's go," Tina said, dumping her ice cream cone into the nearest trash bin and with her sticky ice cream covered hand, she grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him towards the park's exit. As her sticky fingers curled into his, Sam did not protest and instead followed her lead and decided to talk to her later.

Which never really happened, because they somehow found themselves in the nearest bar, drinking and talking about movies from their childhood and high school and somehow, they wound up talking about their old high school relationships and how they never really worked out. Prime example: Finn and Rachelle.

"I still think they will somehow end up getting married," said Tina, downing her – what was it? Fourth? Bottle of beer.

Sam shrugged and finished off the last dregs of his beer. "With how they are at it, I'm kind of sure they will,"

Tina sighed loudly and cradled her beer. "While their relationship something is like a time bomb, it kind of works for them," she said thoughtfully, leaning against the bar and looking into the distance.

"How about you and Mike?" asked Sam, curiously.

Tina shrugged, obviously over it. "Mike was sweet. Like, my first love ever," she said. "But the distance thing? And all our dreams? Didn't work out,"

"Sorry,"

She shrugged and finished her beer. "Don't be. Mike and I are still friends," she explained. "Heard he's seeing a lady dancer or something,"

"Mercedes is engaged," supplied Sam, and he watched Tina nod her head in agreement as if already knowing the news. "It's good that you and Mike are still friends. You guys were like the only couple in high school that lasted for two years straight,"

"Mike was the sweetest," Tina agreed. She made a face as a thought crossed her mind and she looked away. "I wish other guys I've dated were like him – and not like complete assholes,"

"Assholes?" Sam sat up a bit and looked at Tina. His brows furrowed and he stared, as she cradled her beer and nodded her head.

"Complete assholes," Tina rolled her eyes. "I'm just so unlucky with guys," She sighed and looked at him with a crooked smile. "They should be more like Mike, or like you!"

Sam stared and a small smile played on his lips and he grabbed Tina's elbow gently, keeping her from teetering off the chair. She looked a bit drunk already. "C'mon you," he said gently, pulling her off the stool and making her stand. "I think you've had a little too much,"

"No, really," Tina said, grinning up at him. "You're awesome,"

Sam laughed and threw and arm around her, leading her towards the door. "And you're awesome too," he said. "Now, I think it's time to go home,"

"Like, really awesome," Tina laughed, and bumped into his chest, easily getting engulfed by his big frame as they stepped out into the cold October night. They stopped by the road, the streets being close to empty as they waited for a cab, and Tina looked up at Sam, his profile framed by the sharp light of the streetlights and she stared. Feeling her stare, Sam looked down at her, and they momentarily shared a look. Sam stared and watched her and the small smile that played on her lips. And he couldn't help but allow his lips to quirk up and share a smile with her, before swallowing and hugging her closer to him and breaking eye contact. He spotted a cab and waived it over.

After a couple months of hanging out with Tina, he kind of made her apartment like his second apartment. Which oftentimes, it made him wonder if he was short of guy friends – but later made him just realize that he like spending time with Tina more than with his other friends. So, it kind of explained why he had an extra set of keys to her apartment, and why he knew that you needed to jiggle her doorknob a bit just to get it open.

They were back to their Batman versus Spiderman debate as they stepped into her apartment. Sam easily deposited an amused Tina on the couch (who sobered up) and he slipped into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses of water. He returned, ready to point out that Batman had the best gadgets, when he stopped and stared at Tina having slid off the couch and now sitting on the floor with her back against the couch and her head thrown back against the seat. "That's a horrible position to keep, sit up,"

Tina lolled her head towards Sam, and watched him approach. "My back hurts,"

Sam smiled, looking amused and set the two glasses on the coffee table. "That's what you get if you slump over the bar for so long," he light scolded her and chuckled when she made a face at him. "Scoot a bit forward," he directed her, and moved to sit down right behind her and gently guiding her in between his legs.

"You're the best masseur ever," Tina closed her eyes and grinned.

"I haven't even started," Sam chuckled. "And I'm a registered Physical Therapist, not a masseur,"

Tina opened her eyes, and leaned her head back, staring into Sam's amused eyes. "You're still awesome,"

He chuckled and shook his head. Gently guiding her head back into place, and placing one hand on her shoulder, he bent down a little and guided his other hand to her lower back to make her sit up straight. Slowly, he set out to massaging her shoulders and back, smiling softly when he heard he sigh in content and lean into his touch. His hands tingled when they ghosted over the planes of her neck. He quirked his lips.

"You have to continue," mumbled Tina, slowly literally becoming putty in Sam's hands.

"You have a million knots," commented Sam as he kneaded her shoulder. "What do they make you do in those productions?"

"I'm just stressed," mumbled Tina.

Sam leaned a little bit closer as he lower his hands down her back. "Work?"

"Work," she nodded.

"That phone call at the park?"

He felt her go rigid under his hands for a moment, and perhaps he pushed it. He waited for a second before resuming his ministrations and she sighed softly under her breath just as his fingers ghosted over her neck. "Yeah,"

"Want to talk about it?"

Tina shook her head slightly. "It's nothing," she assured him, her voice soft.

Sam nodded and allowed his hands to rest on her shoulders, massaging them gently. "Okay," he told her. "But you know we can talk about it, right?"

Tina smiled and looked up to him, her head thrown back and leaning against his right tight. Her eyes looked up at him in amusement and he couldn't her but admit how adorable she looked. "Like girl talk?"

His lips quirked. "Maybe not like girl talk,"

Tina chuckled. "Thanks, Sam," she paused, staring at him. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were a bit flushed, maybe it was because of the massage and the room's heating system. "I really mean it you know," she said while staring at. "You're really awesome,"

And there it was again, that moment, that kind of moment they had a while ago at the bar – and perhaps many times before that (at the park, at the restaurant, at the hospital, or museum, or when he'd pick her up behind the theatre) – and it felt so right and strange and new that it kind of made Sam stare at Tina with something pounding within him. He swallowed and smiled softly. "You're awesome too,"

She felt his left hand on her neck and it kind of thrilled her, the touch of his hand against her skin. And something was beating wildly within her and she just knew that there was a moment. Maybe it was the alcohol, or all the stress, or the feel of Sam's hands and actually being in between his legs for crying out loud, but she suddenly felt dizzy and warm. Her gaze dropped to his quirked lips and her throat went dry.

If he didn't take this moment, he'd probably beat himself over it. He promised he'd figure this out later, but when her gaze dropped for a second, he just knew what he had to do. And in a slow swoop, he bent down and he could hear her soft intake of breath as his lips ghosted over hers. It was a bit awkward, him sitting down and her head on his leg, a kiss that was a bit upside down and awkward and sloppy, but when he felt her small hand snake around his right calf for support and push herself into him, hell, she was right – the Spiderman upsidedown kiss was hot.

Tina hummed softly Sam pressed down on her a little more and her fingers gripped onto his leg for support. She felt his tongue sweep across her own and she practically melted. She felt his hand ghost behind her back, gently nudging her to turn around.

She tried to turn around, fumbling slightly, a she felt Sam's hot sigh brush past her cheek and a soft mumble against her lips. She closed her eyes as her hand pushed against his knee just as she was about to turn around. Then the moment was broken when out of the blue, her phone rang, loudly, and startling them both.

Tina stopped and stared. Her eyes wide and she stumbled back a bit, away from Sam – who looked as stunned as she was. Her mind was reeling and her heart was beating wildly against her chest. She swallowed thickly.

"I—I should get that," her voice cracked and she stumbled to stand up. Sparing Sam one quick look, she grabbed her phone from the coffee table and checked who was calling. Annoyed, she cancelled the call and turned back to Sam.

Running a hand through his hair, Sam took a deep breath and stared at Tina. He kind of swore that his mind just exploded. But, he also didn't want to push things – not now. Whatever pushing things really meant. This was so confusing. He sighed. He stared at Tina's wide eyes, taking in her blush, and the dishevelled hair. It kind of took his breath away. He swallowed. "I…"

Tina smiled slightly and averted her gaze. "Sam…"

Sam smiled softly. "Sorry, I… I think, the massage thing went a bit overboard," His heart was pounding like crazy. Overboard, my ass.

"It's okay," mumbled Tina. A blush ghosting over her cheeks and she stared at the blue throw pillow. Her gaze shifted towards her clock. Her head – heart –was pounding. She needed to think. "It's late,"

Sam nodded and stood up. He picked up his jacket and threw it on. He sent her a tentative smile as they walked towards her door. "I'll see you,"

Tina nodded and she gave him a small smile. "Yeah,"

Still kind of overwhelmed with what just happened, Sam nodded and he stepped through the door. "Good night,"

"Night," Tina said softly, giving Sam one final wave and smile before closing the door and locking it. She sighed loudly, her hand still on the doorknob and she stared blankly at her hand.

What the hell just happened?


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