Sam laced his fingers with Bella's as they walked down the beach. Bella had taken her boots off, reasoning that though her clumsiness was no longer as crippling as it once was, it still probably wasn't the greatest idea to try and walk on the soft sand in four inch heels.

"Are you feeling better now?" Sam asked, as they sat down on a piece of driftwood.

Bella nodded. "It was just really hot is all. I'm fine."

"Yes you are," Sam muttered under his breath. "How are you feeling about the imprint? I know we haven't really talked about it."

"I feel... cautiously optimistic?" she replied hesitantly. "You?"

"I feel... honestly terrified."

"Of?"

"Fucking everything up. Chasing you away with a stupid mistake because of my inability to be sociable. Doing something to hurt you."

"Sam... You won't hurt me. I won't say you won't ever fuck up, because, hey, everyone makes mistakes. Have you ever been around Jared and Kim when they argue? I'm sure I'll fuck up more than a few times as well. You're over thinking this."

"How so?"

"Would you find me attractive without the imprint?" Bella asked after a moment's pause.

"Absolutely," Sam replied instantly.

"And would you like me as a person without the imprint?"

"I don't know how anyone couldn't," he admitted. "You seem to draw people like moths to a flame. You're... you're lovely, Bella. Absolutely lovely, inside and out."

"Then really, that's all you need to know. Stop overthinking and just let shit happen naturally. It'll come."

Awestruck by the beautiful girl in front of him, Sam stopped thinking and followed his instincts, leaning forward to press his lips to hers. She kissed him back instantly, applying slightly more force and raising her arm to run her fingers through his short hair. Sam pulled her to him, moving her so she was straddling his lap as he gripped her closer. She smelled so good, tasted even better, and he needed her more than he'd ever needed anything else in the world.

Losing himself into the kiss, he was shocked back into reality when he leant back, forgetting he was perched on driftwood, and landed on his back on the sand, Bella on top of him. They were silent for a moment, before Bella started giggling against him, loosing her composure completely as the giggles turned to a full on belly laugh. Sam joined in, unable to deny how infectious her laughter was to him, and the lay laughing for long minutes.

Getting control of themselves, Bella climbed off him carefully, and they both stood up, Sam throwing his arm around Bella's shoulders. They were about to walk back when Bella's cell jingled in her pocket.

"Paul and Emily and getting ready to leave. I should head back, I'm staying in their spare room," she said, and he could feel an echo of her disappointment along with his own.

"You could... I mean... I have a spare room, you know? You could... if you wanted... I'd..."

"Do you want me to come and stay at yours, Sam, or are you trying to be polite?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her tone.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'd really like you to come and stay with me. Please?"

"Okay."

He grinned. "We should still head back. I need to see if anyone is sober enough to do a boundary run."

Bella nodded. "Sure."

Bella didn't try to hide her curiosity as Sam led her into the small wood cabin on the edge of the woods. She'd already aww'ed and cooed at the cute wrap around porch and wild flowers at the front, and now she was in a warmly decorated living room. She could feel Sam's eyes on her as she looked around, and she had a vague impression he was hoping for her approval on his home.

"It's lovely here, Sam," she whispered, tilting her head to look up at him. "You have a beautiful home."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Thank you. Are you tired?"

She shook her head. "Not really."

"Would you like to watch a movie?"

"Sure. Can I steal a t-shirt though, so I can get changed?"

He nodded, leading her to his bedroom. He took a shirt out of the dark wood chest of drawers, handing it to her as she peered around the room. He'd decorated it in muted, earthy colours, and she couldn't help but feel it fit him perfectly. The bed spread was what drew her attention though. It had a picture of a cliff spanning the entire length of it, and it looked familiar.

"It's the cliffs at first beach that we go diving off when we get good weather," he told her quietly. "My mother had it made for me."

"It's gorgeous," she murmured.

"The bathroom is just through there, and the spare room is this door here. I'll go and make some popcorn while you get changed, okay?"

When she nodded, he stroked her cheek before turning to leave her alone. Bella pushed open the door to the spare room, and pulled her tank off, folding it up and placing it on the table in the corner. She did the same with her skirt, and put her boots beneath it, sighing with relief at having them off.

Pulling Sam's shirt over her head, she giggled to herself at how far down it came on her, fitting her like a dress. It swamped her small frame completely, and she knew she must look like a child playing dress up in her parents closet.

She moved to the bathroom, quickly using the toilet and washing her hands before she splashed her face with water. Using toilet paper, she wiped off as much of her make up as she could, then shrugged to herself. It would have to do until the following morning, when she would be able to wash up properly at Emily's.

Padding down the stairs to the living room, she found Sam sitting on the sofa waiting for her, the biggest bowl of popcorn she'd ever seen on the table beside him. She watched his eyes darken as he took the sight of her in his shirt in, before she sat down beside him, tucking her feet underneath herself.

"What are we watching?"

He shrugged. "I thought I'd wait and see what you wanted to watch. I have a huge selection," he replied, waving his hand carelessly at a large bookcase. Of the six shelves, only one of them held books. The other five were filled to bursting with DVD's.

"You pick one. I don't have time to watch them often, so I doubt I'll have seen whatever you choose," she said, nudging him with her shoulder. He browsed through them quickly before turning back to her.

"Horror?"

She smiled. "Sure."

He nodded, pulling a DVD case down and inserting the disc. She wasn't surprised when he turned the light off before he joined her again on the sofa, wrapping his arm around her as she leant into his side. It was so natural, that they didn't even realise what they'd done until they both froze for a moment. Bella was the first to recover, shrugging and burying herself further into his side. Sam squeezed her lightly, before he settled his hand to run through her long hair.

Sam wasn't sure when he'd died, but this was surely heaven. He was sitting on his sofa, with Bella pressed up against his side, her scent filling his nostrils, his hand gliding through her soft hair. She'd fallen asleep midway through the movie, but he hadn't the heart nor the inclination to wake her.

If he woke her, she'd go to bed. Alone. Leaving him alone in his own bed. He had no wish for her to ever leave his side again. The movie was finished, the title screen was filling the tv, and Sam was just drifting off to sleep when Bella stirred against his side. She sat up slowly, patting his arm clumsily.

"Sam... Sam..."

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Bedtime," she murmured, stretching her back a little.

He nodded reluctantly, picking up the remote to turn the TV off. With the little bit of light the TV was giving off gone, they were suddenly sitting in complete darkness. Sam could still see perfectly, so he swept Bella up in his arms, chuckling at her undignified squeak, and headed up the stairs. He put her down gently at the door to the spare room, pushing it open and flicking on the light for her. She rose up on her tiptoes to press her soft lips to his own, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, unable to resist the urge to pull her closer to him.

"Sleep with me, Bella?" he murmured against her lips.

She startled, pulling back to look at him. "Just sleep?" she asked, biting her lip.

"I'll never push you for anything you don't want," he assured her. "I just want to hold you."

She hesitated for a moment, before she nodded. "Okay."

He led her into the room, pulling the left side of the cover back for her to slide into. Stripping down to his boxers, he threw the clothes into the laundry basket and slid in beside her, holding his arms out for her. She didn't disappoint, moving as close to him as she could, burying herself in his warmth. He wrapped himself around her, his legs entwining with hers, and with a contented sigh, he buried his face into her fair. This was how he wanted to sleep every night.

He'd never been addicted to anything, but he could all too easily understand how he could become addicted to this.

Bella woke up slowly. She was unbelievably warm and comfortable, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She blinked her eyes a few times before opening them fully, smiling slightly when she noticed how close Sam was holding her to his chest. He was still sound asleep and she didn't want to wake him. She let her mind run over the last few days, the wonder of Sam, the madness of the imprint, the slight worry that she was now eternally bound to this man.

He murmured her name in his sleep, and suddenly all the worry melted away. Being bound to him eternally was a gift, she realised. She would have the undeniable knowledge that she was the most important thing in his world, and she would never have to question his love or commitment to her. She shifted slightly in his arms, kissing his chest as she ran her fingers through the spattering of hair on his lower stomach. He shivered against her, and she looked up to find his dark eyes looking down at her.

He lifted a hand from her waist to cup her cheek, running his thumb over the apple, before he leant his head down to kiss her. She pressed against him, throwing caution to the wind. She wanted this man. She wanted him to be hers, and she wanted to be unequivocally his. One hand reached up to play with the hair at the back of his neck as she pushed her want and need into the kiss. One of his hands was spread across her back, almost covering the whole of it. The other was sliding from her face, down her neck and side and around to cup her ass, pulling her even closer.

She could feel his hardness press against her and she moaned into the kiss.

"Bella," Sam growled, making her moan again. She lifted her leg over his, pulling his ass forward with her foot as she ground against him. "Bella, I can't... I won't be able to stop, Bella."

"Good," she replied, biting at his bottom lip. He rolled them so he was leaning over her, his arms suddenly at either side of her head. His body dwarfed her own, but she'd never felt so safe as she did being surrounded by her wolf.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and she could see the strain it took him to slow them down enough to make sure this was what she wanted.

"Positive," she replied certainly, reaching a hand up to stroke his face. "I want you. Make me yours, Sam."

Her impassioned plea seemed to be his undoing, and he moved, nipping at her neck, as he sat up, pulling her with him. He pulled his shirt off her, tossing it carelessly to the side. Her bra soon followed, and he latched onto her left nipple with his lips, nibbling and sucking as she moaned her approval.

"That feels so good," she encouraged, her hands roving over him wherever she could reach. She wanted him closer, impossibly closer, she wanted him to take her, claim her, she wanted him to consume her whole.

"Sam, please. I need you."

"What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need."

"I want you inside me," she growled. "Please! I need to feel you!"

He moaned at her words, his hand moving down to tug at her underwear. Bella lay back against the pillows as Sam moved down her body, pulling her knickers with him. As before, they were tossed aside without thought. Pausing to enjoy the scent of her arousal, Sam allowed Bella to pull him back up to her. Opening her legs, she cradled him against her, moaning when she felt him at her entrance. He moved slowly, pushing in a little at a time as she adjusted to his rather considerable size. When he was inside her, fully sheathed, she let out a long, low moan.

She'd never felt so full. So complete.

"Move."

He needed no further instruction, pulling out and pushing in once more. Their moans blended together to make sinful music as the sun rose through the window. Lost to each other, Bella and Sam paid no mind to the birdsong outside, nor the light that was steadily moving through the room.

They became one with a shout, and Sam's teeth sank into his imprints neck as their fluids mixed together inside her.

They were complete.