"Sam?" I breathe a sigh of relief into the phone at the sound of her voice. "Thank god, I've called you like 16 times."

"What's up?" Her tone is casual.

"I have to, um, talk to you." I pause, taking a breath. "Don't be mad..."

Her voice is hesitant. "What? Do you have an STD?" She chuckles as I stay silent, causing her to mumble "Really...what is it?"

I cough before speaking nervously into the receiver "Something came up at work...tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night before or after Mel's wedding?" She asks. "I thought we could fuck around at least once during that time. Preferably during. That'll make it go quicker."

"Yeah...about that wedding..." I pause. "I can't make it."

"You're fucking me!" She groans. "Freddie! Aren't you like the boss or some shit? Just get someone to cover for you!"

I sigh, swallowing down the guilt that travels up my throat. "I can't this time." I pause. "I'm really sorry."

"Whatever." She grumbles, clearly annoyed.

"Sam..." I say softly, interrupted by an intercom over the airport.

"Flight 247 to Dallas will be boarding shortly."

She's quick to ask "What was that?"

I bite my lip. "I'm at the airport."

"Going to Texas, huh?" She quips.

How the hell did she hear that? "I...yeah...we have an office in-"

"Yeah, I'm sure you have a fuck ton of business to do there. Have a great trip."

The line is dead before I can even respond.

"Fuuuck." I groan, slamming my phone down on the table.

-Flashback-

I reach over Sam's naked body to glance at my newly lit phone.

A text from a number that I don't have saved. But I'd recognize that 214 area code anywhere.

"Can we talk?" I blink, my eyes skimming the three letters until they're unreadable.

I respond with a single "Why?"

I'm surprised at how quick she answers. "I've just been thinking. And I wanna see you."

I stare at the text in awe with wide eyes, a wave of...something coming over me. I'm not exactly sure what. Relief? Shock?

The only thing I'm certain about is the pang I feel in my chest. It's like I just got partially over her and now she's back in my life. I mean...not without permission. But I have to let her back. A few months ago I was ready to marry her, what's changed since then?

I'm so engulfed in the message that I hardly notice Sam's groggy eyes staring at me. "The fuck are you looking at? The national treasure?"

I clear my throat, clicking the lock button on my phone immediately. Sam's changed since then. Or...my relationship with Sam. Whatever that is.

"Nothing, I just..." I drift off.

"Really. What's up, Benson?" She looks concerned, her brows furrowed as she props her head up with her arm.

I don't feel like talking to Sam about it, especially since I've pushed the fact that I lied to her to the back of my head. I can't keep building this web and I already know what she's going to say.

She turns to look at the clock, her eyes skimming mine. "3 am, that's always when they get you."

I bite my lip. "What?"

"That's just when people fuck with you, you know?" She shakes her head, not waiting for me to say anything. "Fucking dick talking to me about getting back together. After I moved across the country to get away from his ass?" She rolls her eyes. "Fuck that."

I'm silent for a second before I realized that she sensed my uneasiness and she's talking about her own life now. Breathing a sigh of relief, I mumble "Why?"

"Because he can't stay away from this hot piece of ass, I guess." She moves her hand seductively down her body with a soft laugh.

It runs an involuntary shiver down my spine as I rephrase the question she's avoiding. "Why did you move?"

"Why are you texting your ex girlfriend in the middle of the night?" She shoots back.

Fuck, I hate how quick she is.

We're both silent before I mumble. "So since we're clearly not talking, we mind as well..."

Her eyes are stern as she leans back and stares me straight in the eye. I bite my lip before I throw my hands on her waist, catching my lips with hers and digging my nails into her back.

Our kiss turns rough and I'm biting her lip, scratching my hands down her back, attaching my lips to her neck. My teeth pull and tug at her skin, biting down harshly as she lets out breathy moans. I kiss down her body until I'm between her legs, pausing before my tongue touches her clit.

Sam immediately groans as my tongue enters her, twisting in and out of her. "Fuck." She rocks her hips towards me, her moans deep and throaty. Her eyes are shut as she takes it all in, her mouth open and her hands nonchalantly over her breasts. I reach one hand up to play with her nipple, my fingers twisting it roughly as my tongue continues to move over her clit.

I increase the pace of my tongue as she yelps out loudly in pleasure. "Sam!" I warn against her wetness, but it only causes her to groan more.

"I'd tell you to shut up if I didn't love hearing you so much." I say this just to mess with her, the vibrations of my voice sending her over the edge.

Her walls clench around my tongue as she lets out a piercing cry and I can't help but laugh, my hand to her mouth trying to shush her.

I'm still cackling by the time she's done with her heavy breathing, her eyes cracked open.

"You're pretty damn lucky neither of us have roommates, you know that?"

"Why?" She asks innocently, quiet as she climbs over my body, straddling me with a smug smile on her face. She playfully grinds into my growing hard on, leaning down to kiss me.

I know this game far too well. As soon as Sam starts feeling vulnerable she tries to take control of sex, pinning me down and whispering in my ear and running her hand over my dick. It works almost every time. But not tonight.

"Fuck me," She's whispering in my ear, her hand going up and down my hardness, an evil grin on her face.

"Sam..." I start, letting out an involuntary breathy moan as she sits on top of me.

"Hmm?" She bats her eyelashes, grinding harder into me.

I bite my lip before grumbling "This is why we could never date."

This snaps her out of her power hungry mood, and she crosses her arms over her chest with an amused expression. "Why?"

"You're manipulative."

She raises her eyebrows "And?"

"Just let me have the control here for more than 10 minutes. I want to make you feel good."

Sam crinkles her nose. "Gross." She pauses. "And for the record, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I think you do." I growl into her ear, gripping her wrists as I flip her around so I'm on top of her, kissing her roughly.

"Okay." She's out of breath as she pulls out of the kiss. "Try me."

"Do you have handcuffs?"

She laughs, pressing a hand over her mouth and pointing to her closet.

I climb off the bed and rummage through piles of useless shit before I finally find a opaque box on the very top shelf. Tearing the top off, I pick up the first pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs I can find. "Real classy, Puckett."

She shrugs. "You asked."

I clear my throat as I hold them up, trying to make out the buttons in the complete darkness. Sam lays impatiently on the bed, her hands already in position. "This is why I like to focus on you," She pouts. "It takes less time."

I glance up. "Or it's because of your pride issue?"

She clicks her tongue in annoyance. "My arms are getting tired, come on!"

I click each of the handcuffs open, pressing one to each wrist and fastening them on her bedpost.

Positioning myself on top of her, I knot my hands through her hair as I kiss her aggressively. The kisses only last on her mouth for a few more seconds; then my lips are attached to her nipple, pulling it in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. She grunts in response as my hand roughly massages her opposite breast.

My other hand travels down her body, leaving deep scratches anywhere it goes. I dip a finger inside of her, grinding it in and immediately noticing how wet she is. "You're fucking soaked." My voice is barely a whisper. "So I'm guessing you're ready."

Sam quickly nods in response as I attach our lips and position myself in between her legs, plunging inside of her without question. My hands grip her ass and attempt to pull her closer to me, the volume of her moans increasing. I can't help but smile through our kiss at how I'm making her feel, sliding in and out of her as the bed rattles against the wall. I watch her, her hair down and messy, arms in the air while the rest of her body shakes with the rhythm of our movements.

"Fuck, Freddie."

One of her only audible moans includes my name, and I smile, grumbling "Say it louder. Tell everyone who's fucking you."

She'd never comply normally, but right now I could probably get her to agree with anything.

"Freddie!" She screeches, her lips open to an O and her eyes open to a crack, watching me fuck her.

I thrust one more time, feeling her walls clench around me. She slams her eyes shut and lets out one last "Freddddiieee..." as I come inside of her, biting my lip as we ride out our orgasm together.

I catch my breath still laying on top of her, opening my eyes slowly and noticing that hers are already open, locked on mine. I lift myself up partially to unclip the handcuffs. She immediately turns away from me so I can't see her grin.

"What did I tell you?" I tease, staring at the ceiling.

She shakes her head. "You know me too well."

And I can't sleep for the rest of the night, focused on the tone of her voice when she said that...the way she's been acting towards me lately. She's been more open than I've ever seen her. I spent years trying to get inside of her head in high school and now it's as if I cracked the code, like after all these years I finally know her.

I almost forget about Ashley.

-End Flashback-

I plug my headphone into the plane armrest, staring somberly at my newly cracked phone screen. The whole thing is busted, meaning I'm stuck listening to the plane radio for the next 3 and a half hours. With a soft sigh, I close my eyes as the music begins playing, drifting off until takeoff.

The wheels taking off of the ground wake me up, and I immediately notice the song that I'm listening to, my mind flooding with memories of the first time I heard it.

I don't know if I'm gonna change.

My balcony with Sam. We were what, 14?

Wasting time and another day.

I swore I loved her the night we first kissed.

I keep running away,

Listening to the lyrics, I realize that I don't need to be on this plane.

Even from the good things.

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