Chapter10- Christmas Vacation Part I
As the pulled into Bobby's driveway, Loki put his hand on her leg. "It's gonna be fine. You know, after he tries to kill me."
She smiled wearily at him, " I sure hope so." They got of the Land Rover with Vincent in tow and walked up to the front door. She raised her hand to knock, but immediately lowered it. Then Loki knocked and took a quick step back and ducked behind Sam.
Bobby opened the door and his eyes lit up when he saw her. He looked as he always did, gruff with a black baseball cap. Then Bobby's eyes noticed Loki behind her.
"You!" He attacked him and pulled a knife from his pocket.
"No, no no! Bobby, it's fine! He is my friend." His knife was at Loki's throat. She put he hand on his shoulder to calm him with no avail.
"Girl, you must be under some sort of spell if you think this trickster is your friend."
"Let us in and I can explain." She said forcefully.
Bobby looked at Sam, and let go. Loki fixed his collar, "Man, it's always stab first, ask questions later with you hunters."
Bobby stared at him and back at Sam when Vincent barked. "Bobby, this is Vincent and you have met Loki before, as the trickster." Loki waved back in a carefree manner.
"Sam, you better have one hella' story for this." He opened the door and let them both inside, but was the last to go in. He walked slowly behind them, watching Loki like a hawk.
Sam picked up an empty bottle, "Bobby, what's up with the liquor store?" She asked.
"Like you're one to talk, what's up with you and your trickster?"
Loki was looking around and Vincent was sniffing here and there. They found their way to the library and took a seat. Bobby pulled out a shotgun and displayed it across his legs. Vincent then jumped up on Sam and plopped down in her lap. His ears were perked, but nestled in comfortably.
She began to pet Vincent. However, it was Loki to speak first. "B-man, I know we didn't get off on the right foot. My intentions towards Sam are honest and I have every desire to see her happy."
Bobby's voice was harsh, "And what intentions are those?"
Loki pressed his fingers together, "To make sure she stays alive and kicking." He paused, "To make sure she has the life she chooses, and to make sure she has a place to come home to."
"Why do you care? You're one of the most self absorbed people I have ever met. If you could call yourself a person. You wreaked havoc on their lives!"
"No more than they did," he quipped back. Loki then jumped up and Bobby's shotgun was in his hands faster than a pickpocket at the Louvre. "Have you met her!" He pointed at Sam, "She is radiant and worth fighting for!" He moved behind her and rested his hands on the back of her chair. "Aren't cha' doll?"
His comments broke her out of her self loathing and smiled coyly.
Bobby was stared slack jawed. Obviously, Sam was at ease with him, he lowered his gun slowly. He turned his attention to the woman he thought of like a daughter.
Sam exhaled, "You remember how bad it was. I'm dealing, and it's only because of Loki that I am able to." She took a side glance at him, "He saved my life and I trust him." ... He's kinda my boyfriend she thought.
Bobby rocked in his seat, he stared at Loki Eyes burning a hole through his head, "That's fine for now, but one toe out of line and I will end you."
Loki smirked, " It's what you do after you cross the line that counts."
"Loki!" Sam cried out in a hushed tone.
Bobby rolled his eyes, "I hope you know what you're doin' Sam."
She laughed, "He grows on you."
They ordered Chinese for dinner and caught up with each other over a bottle of scotch. Bobby was pleased to hear what she had been doing, but his life was shittier than before. He was behind in the shop and was having a hard time answering all the phone lines for the hunters. Sam was more than happy to help while she was visiting, and asked for a list of the cars Bobby needed work done on.
Not only did they polish off the bottle of Johnny Walker, but they finished a bottle of Jameson too. Loki carried her to bed, she didn't know if he if he joined her or not but he was in bed with her when she woke.
The sun came through the lace window curtains, Sam flopped into Loki. "Uggghhhh."
"Hung over babe?" He wrapped an arm around her waist. "Ugh is right, you have dumpster breath," he abruptly turned away from her and tapped her on the chest. "There, your master forgives you."
Her nausea and headache was gone. "You're a miracle worker, you." She swished her tongue around in her mouth, "Is that mint I taste?" He chuckled and kissed her. "What can I say? I want my girlfriend feeling fresh."
"Oh, you heard that did you?" she teased back. She snuggled into his side.
"I don't think it's the most accurate word, given that I am practically ancient. I can't introduce you as my mate though…" He ran his fingers up and down her arms, "Suitor? Companion? Mmmm, you're so soft…. Sorry, how about Beau?"
She nestled closer into him, "Yeah, I like that. You're my beau, and I'll be your lass."
He tickled her, "You'll be whatever I want!" She shrieked. "My sugar plum, my sweetheart, my…" He lifted her shirt and gave her a raspberry, "My Samanberry!"
She threw him off her in a fit. "Whatever you want! Just stop!" she husked out.
He kissed her belly and pulled down her shirt. "Fine. Breakfast?"
She caught he breath and looked at him. He was clad in his boxers, a thin blanket covering them both. She was admiring him, he was so handsome, and she felt so much around him... She didn't know how she got so lucky.
"You won the lottery sweet tits." His eyes flared with mirth. She laughed and threw the blankets off both of them.
"You have no idea how sweet my tits are. You owe me orange juice for that comment though."
"Your wish is my command," he replied.