Title - Light Of The Full Moon
Chapter title - Torture
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Adventure/Friendship/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own the Uncharted Series in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding my oc's, not recognized from the games. For this chapter I own, Lucy Oakley.
Chapter Word Count - 2634 words.
A/n - Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:
Rafe was so adamant that Sam and Lucy had to leave his house that he put them in contact with a real estate agent who made it his mission to have them set up in their own home within the month. Lucy had been skeptic but the third house they were shown to, she fell in love.
It wasn't tiny but it wasn't huge either, it was just the right size for the two of them. It was a one bedroom, two bathroom house with a kitchen-come-dining room that over looked the living room over a half wall. It had a spare room for Sam to use as a study and a bay window that Sam intended to build a window seat into. For them, it was perfect.
"How did we get lucky enough to find our perfect house so quickly?" Lucy mused as she packed her suitcase at Rafe's house.
"We didn't. Rafe's just a fussy rich brat with connections in all the right places." Sam snorted. "I told you he's not all bad."
"That's because you see the best in people, Sam." Lucy smiled. "You always have... Unless it's someone hanging around Nate and then you turn into the over protective big brother. It's cute."
"You mean hot and studly, right?"
"Sure, if that makes you happy."
Both Lucy and Sam never thought in a million years that the mundane 'normal' life would be for them. Of course, their life was far from normal but in the time they spent moving into their new place and just living together day to day, they both loved it.
Lucy loved seeing Sam do bits and pieces of D.I.Y around the house. Building in a window seat, putting together furniture, fixing the dishwasher that started leaking two days in. She loved seeing him work on his bike that he still had, kept in the garage and bringing him a drink when he'd been out there for a while.
She loved seeing him try and cook for her, eventually caving and asking her for help, although she was almost as useless in the kitchen as he was. She brought a bunch of cooking and baking books in an attempt to teach herself but she usually caved and ordered take out.
Sam loved waking up next to Lucy everyday, seeing her bed head and tired eyes. He loved seeing her with toothpaste on her chin or trying to inhale a coffee when they were up too early. He loved being able to comfort her when she had nightmares about her time alone when she left the orphanage. She didn't talk about it much but he knew it bothered her.
He loved to see her curl up over a laptop when she was engrossed in research, watching her pace in circles when she was on the phone. If it was Chloe or Cutter she was talking to he knew she'd walk in that circle for hours and so sometimes he physically forced her to sit on the sofa and placed his legs over hers so she couldn't move.
They enjoyed shopping for groceries together, making bad puns about random food brands or making inappropriate jokes when the shops were crowded. 'Hey, Lulu? Do you think they do bigger sizes of these condoms for my magnum dong? The extra larges ripped last time. I don't wanna get you knocked up.' They had gotten kicked out on that occasion after an elderly couple complained about the two of them. Security found them in hysterics in the fruit and vegetable section.
One thing Lucy didn't think she'd love, but she secretly did, was waiting up for Sam when he went for a drink with Nate. More often than not, Lucy would tag along but occasionally she would stay home and let the brothers go and do whatever it was that brothers do on a drunken evening. Although, one evening after a year of living together, she'd ended up wishing she'd gone with them.
Sam stumbled in at two in the morning which didn't bother Lucy too much, she was looking into Henry Avery and his obsession with Dismas and would've been up till the ungodly hours anyway. Sam was drunk and giddy with a lopsided smile on his face when he collapsed on the sofa.
"Hello, lovely." His eyes were hooded and she giggled at his expression. "I missed you."
"You've been with me all day, drunky."
"But now I'll be with you forever. You'll always be on-" He paused to burp. "On my heart."
She hadn't understood, assuming he was just too drunk to be coherent and persuaded him to get into bed on the compromise she would join him. When she awoke the following morning he was in the bathroom but it wasn't the usual groaning sound of a hangover that woke her. It was the panicked muttering of the words 'fuck' and 'shit' over and over.
She climbed out of bed and padded over to their bathroom, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she knocked on the door.
"Everything alright?"
"Uh... Not really." Sam's voice was shaky. "Promise not to freak out?"
"You know saying that already puts me on edge."
"I got a tattoo."
"Bullshit." Lucy snorted.
"It's your name."
"Ok, Sam. Very funny, what's actually going on in there?"
"I'm not kidding, Lucy." Sam unlocked the door and poked his head out. "I have never been more serious about anything, ever." He sheepishly stepped back and opened the door, waiting for her reaction.
There on his chest, right over where his heart was, was her name in swirling black letters. Wide eyed Lucy reached forward to run her fingertips over the ink. Sam winced and flinched a little. Lucy licked her thumb and rubbed it over the 'y' but nothing happened.
"It's not marker pen, Lucy." Sam attempted to smirk but her silence was starting to scare him. "Sweetheart? You're not saying anything."
"You fucking moron." She sighed. "You know that's permanent, right? What were you thinking?"
"I think I was drunk and missed my girlfriend." Again Sam tried a smirk but stopped when he saw the glare she was giving him. "I'm sorry."
"You are a first class idiot, Samuel Morgan. You know that?"
"Yeah, I'm aware."
"At least you still think of me when you're wasted, I guess."
Nathan had thought the whole thing was hilarious until Lucy rounded on him for not stopping his brother from getting it in the first place. Sam had initially planned to get the inking removed but after finding out he would have to wait six weeks before he could get it done he sort of forgot to book in with the specialist.
And then after those six weeks were gone he had sort of come to like the ink. He liked having Lucy's name on him and although she'd never admit it, he knew she liked it too. He could tell by the way she would always trace her fingers along each letter when they were lay together in bed.
Lucy could get on with Rafe sometimes, especially when things were going according to plan and the uptight man allowed himself to relax a little. But those moment were few and far between and more often than not, she found his personality grating. Nathan found him completely insufferable but Sam, for some reason, actually got along with him. Sort of.
Sam went about his friendship with Rafe in the usual Sam way which included choosing to ignore Rafe's less than savory opinions on things. Sam would only step in if Rafe got to aggravated around Nate or Lucy but nine times out of ten, Sam enjoyed Rafe's irritable nature and provoking it. Lucy warned him that it was like poking a sleeping bear but Sam never listened.
On one occasion when Lucy had decided not to head to Adler's house after spending too long with him the previous day, Sam apparently stopped poking the bear and downright pummeled it instead. He came storming into the house with a dark expression on his face and his fists clenched at his side. This had happened before of course and Lucy knew Sam's favorite way of relieving his stress and tension. Lucky for him she had been eager for him to get home anyway.
There were no words exchanged between them. He eyed her hungrily, eyes flitting in the direction of their bedroom and she silently slipped passed him. She shed her clothes and sat on the end of the bed, listening for his heavy footfalls to grow nearer. The closer he got, the wetter she became and she had to force herself to keep her hands by her side. When Sam was in that mood, it only resulted in a punishment.
Sam didn't even bother to remove his own clothes, all but collapsing on top of Lucy as he bit, sucked and groped at her breasts. She winced as he bit down just a little too hard on her nipple but he soon took it back between his lips to soothe the skin.
It was no time at all before Lucy was on all fours with Sam pounding into her, pressing bruises into her hips in the shapes of his fingers. He fucked out his frustrations with Rafe, letting her screams of pleasure make him forget the arguments. He came with a shout, collapsing beside her and pulling her into his chest.
"Sorry." He mumbled, still breathless. He always apologized after being rough no matter how many times she promised she enjoyed it.
"Bad day at the office?" She teased and he hummed, burying his face into the crook of her neck as he ran his fingers along her spine.
"Forget about it." He said. "Not important anymore."
The two of them lay in their embrace for an hour or so, muttering barely coherent sentences until Sam pulled back to look at Lucy's breasts. There were hickeys forming along the soft flesh and a sore looking bruise forming where he'd bitten her. He pouted, running his thumb over it until her nipple began to harden.
"Sorry." He said again. "Can I make it up to you?" With a mischievous grin he ran his tongue over the nipple and Lucy bit her lips to stifle a gasp. "I'll be gentle this time, I promise."
"No, no." Lucy held up a hand to his chest, earning a frown from Sam. "I'm in charge this time, ok?" A beat of silence as he weighed his options and then a nod as he lay on his back. "Good. Wait here, I want to try something. Don't move."
Sam nodded again, a look of curiosity on his face. He watched Lucy rifling through the bottom drawer of her dresser until she returned with two scarves in hand. Sam's eyebrows shot up as he watched her.
"What are you doing with those, babe?"
"I'm gonna have my wicked way with you." She winked with a giggle.
Using the longest scarf she bound both of Sam's wrist to the bed frame and with the other she covered his eyes. Sam had a smirk settled onto his features as he eagerly anticipated the feel of Lucy's hands but they didn't come. She wanted to tease him, to work him up to the point of bursting. He made a pitiful whining noise as he wiggled his wrists around.
"Sweetheart, you better not have left me here." He forced a laugh but the noise died in the back of his throat when she didn't respond. "If you take pictures of this I'm gonna be so pissed..." He wiggled his wrists again. "Lucy?"
"Yes?"
"Oh thank god." He sighed. "Are you gonna do anything? I'm gettin' kinda bored, waiting."
"Doesn't look like it to me."
She wasn't lying. Despite his words, the hardness of his cock betrayed him. Lucy stood by the edge of the bed, remaining silent as she finally lifted her hand to touch him. She trailed her fingers, light as a feather, down his side and across his ribs. He shivered at the touch, breaths coming out stuttered.
She traced lines along his stomach and chest, his jaw and neck and down each leg and back up again. Each time she got close to his manhood his hips bucked up but she still didn't touch him. The pathetic whining noise he made came more often, especially when she began leaving open mouthed kisses along his chest and then his hips.
"Lucy, please." He whimpered. "I can't take this anymore."
"Not yet."
She straddled his waist, leaning forward to hold his hips down to the mattress. She lowered herself until her slick pussy was pressed against his thick cock. Sam groaned, struggling to keep from moving as she slid herself along him, rocking her hips back and forth.
She kept her movements tortuously slow, raking her nails up and down his torso. Watching Sam's head pressed into the pillows, veins in his neck straining as he struggled with his restrains was a delicious sight to behold and Lucy was making the most of it. She only sped up her movements when she felt her own orgasm building.
Before she could cum, she lifted herself from his hips, moving up the bed and lowering herself onto his face. Sam moaned against her pussy as his tongue came out to taste her. She returned to her rocking motions against his mouth, cumming within a few moments, fingers gripping his hair in a tight hold as she rode his face. Again, seeing Sam's flush face beneath her was an incredible sight that she made a mental note to see again.
"Lucy, please. I need to feel you." He pulled on his restraints to emphasize his words. "I need to be inside you, baby girl."
"Well, why didn't you say so."
With a playful chuckle she climbed back onto his lap, gripping his thick cock as she rolled a condom onto him. She lowered herself down with a shuddering breath before she began to build up a rhythm. Sam groaned, trying in vain to get his blindfold off.
"I wanna see you, Lucy." He whined, voice strained. "I want to see you cum."
Lucy ignored his requests until she felt him struggling to hold his own release back. It was only at that point that she leant forward and pulled off his blindfold. As she did he snapped his hips up to meet hers, hitting just the right spot to send her into her own orgasm.
She gripped his shoulders as he forced his eyes to focus on her, her eyes closed in bliss, mouth wide and body shuddering against him. He followed soon after, yelling out her name and pushing his hips up to still against her. She panted against his sweaty chest, eventually managing to push herself off of him. She reached up to untie his wrists frowning a little when he winced as he lowered his arms.
"Did I tie them too tight?"
"No. I just pulled too hard."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled him flush against his chest, staring down into her tired eyes. They shared a smile, stealing soft kisses, so gentle in comparison to the events of the evening.
"Love you." She whispered into his neck. "I'll give you a massage in the morning."
"Love you too." He moved only to pull the covers over them. "We should definitely do that again."
"Mm. My pleasure."
"Oh no." Sam chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest. "I meant switching roles, actually."
Lucy thought for a moment, being tied down to the bed and having no idea what Sam was going to do to her.
"Sounds like torture." She mused. "We should try it."
