A nice long chapter this time, I managed to get my muse back, finally!
Massive thank yous to the reviewers for being so patient and lovely even though I've not updated this in ageesss!
Anyway, here you go!
"You alright?" Phil asked as he opened Sam's bedroom door after knocking,
"Mmm?" Sam moaned as she turned over to face him,
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,"
"Yeah right." Sam ran a hand through her hair, "Right. I am beating you to the shower this morning, Phil Hunter." Phil laughed,
"Go for it darlin', I already had one."
"I hope you didn't use up all the hot water." Sam accused, jokingly.
"Wouldn't dare." Phil handed Sam her mug of coffee, which she sleepily accepted. As he did so, she pulled him down onto the bed,
"A tad suggestive, Samantha?"
"Phil! It's 8 in the morning!"
"Joking, joking. Lighten up, Sam." Phil smirked at her expression.
"Ok then," Sam leant to put the mug of coffee on the bedside table before turning back to Phil.
Phil was taken by surprise when he felt warm breath on his neck, Sam's face inches from his.
"Sam?" Phil swallowed,
"Mm?" Sam lifted her head from where it was buried in Phil's neck,
"Hey you, I've got work,"
"This is my last day before I go back, can't you pull a sickie?"
"Sorry Sam, I can't.. Anyway, since when did you encourage truanting?"
"I'm not your superior anymore, it doesn't bother me,"
"Jack'll know I'm faking, look, I'll be back at 6 ok?"
"Go on then.. See you later," Sam waved her arm,
It was three months on, and Phil and Sam were still going strong. Sam had relaxed around men more, not jumping at every word they said to her which meant that she was able to go back to work.
Today was the last day of Sam's leave before she would go back to the station, she relished in the fact that she didn't feel scared at all. Just ready to face everyone again; her colleagues, her suspects.
"Sam?" Phil called as he opened the front door, which Sam had given him a key to.
"Hey," she said softly as she came out of the kitchen. Sam leant casually on the door frame, one knee bent. She smirked slightly as she saw Phil's eyes widen and seemingly darken a few shades. He stared at her, taking in her appearance. A black silk dressing gown covered her slim frame and was tied loosely at the waist in a bow. The hem fell effortlessly to half way down her thighs and a pair of sheer stockings finished just above her knees.
Phil dropped his keys onto the hall table and took off his jacket, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on Sam.
"So, work was ok-" Phil began, trying but failing to distract himself from his thoughts,
"Don't you dare talk to me about work when I'm dressed like this, I made an effort you know." Sam said, gesturing towards her 'outfit' if you could call it that. Phil couldn't bring his mouth to form words, the first time Phil Hunter could have been rendered speechless.
"So, you coming in or what?" Sam asked, sitting down on the sofa and crossing her legs, causing the dressing gown to ride even further up her leg, exposing her thigh. She watched Phil as he crossed the room and sat down next to her on the couch. He turned towards Sam and held her face with his hand, gently stroking his thumb across her cheek.
"Phil?"
"Yeah?" He stopped stroking her face and rested his hand on the back of her head, Sam placed one hand on Phil's thigh and the other on his shoulder before leaning forward and pressing her lips softly against his. Phil gently pushed Sam back onto the sofa and traced the thin lace that hemmed her stockings,
"I like these," Phil said huskily, pulling away from Sam for a second and circling the material with his hand,
"And I'm glad." Sam looked up into Phil's stormy eyes, "But not here, come on," She held her hand out, and Phil kissed her neck softly as she lead him up the staircase.
Taking a deep breath as she pressed the door shut, Sam turned to face Phil. She looked into his warm eyes and pushed him back onto her bed. As they kissed, Phil slid his hand across the silk of Sam's gown and tugged on the cord, causing the material to fall away. Immediately, Sam tensed. She pushed Phil off of her and sat up, facing away from him and cursing herself,
"I'm sorry Sam,"
"No, don't apologise."
"But I-"
"-you've done nothing wrong." Sam twisted quickly back to face him, swallowing her fear, and kissed him passionately.
"Sam," Phil managed, "we don't have to do this-"
"Yes. We do." Sam said determinedly, even aggressively,
"Sam-"
"Shut up Phil." Sam kissed him again, there was more passion, more anger. Phil decided to just let her take control, that would probably be best. Eventually though, his tongue danced with hers and fought for dominance. Sam reached for the buttons on Phil's shirt and pulled without much luck, after a couple of minutes she cursed,
"Shit," she laughed nervously,
"Here," Phil helped her to undo the buttons and tossed his shirt aside. He allowed Sam to push him back so she lay on top of him and slowly he slid the dressing gown off her shoulders, leaving her in just black underwear. His fingers traced the delicate lace as she pulled off his trousers.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Sam's alarm clock beeped loudly, signaling the beginning of her first day back at work. Phil reached across to whack the clock before she woke up. He'd been awake for some time, just watching her. Her blonde hair was fanned out across his chest and her one of her hands pressed lightly against it. Phil had one arm around Sam's waist, holding her close to him. He understood how difficult it must have been for her, but also how she needed to do it.
"I love ya, you know that?" Phil pressed his lips softly to Sam's temple.
"What did you say?" Sam murmured, her head shooting up off his chest,
"Oh well, you could've let me know you were awake!" Phil looked away,
"Hey," Sam tried to turn his face to hers, "hey," she tried softly, and when he looked at her, Sam kissed him before burying her face back into his chest. Phil grinned to himself and brushed his cheek over Sam's hair, squeezing her side.
How was that? I tried, lol.
Let me know what you thought + if there's anything you'd like to happen, tell me :)
Kelly x