Comeuppance: The Alternate Ending
The day of Lucas' funeral was a dreary gray with a light drizzle misting the air. Sami and EJ were in there, but stood back away from the rest of those in attendance. The light drizzle began to build into a torrential downpour and people rushed to their cars. Finally, EJ and Sami are the only two left there. He takes her hand and leads her over to Lucas' grave. Sami stands looking down for a few moments, then turns back to look at EJ. She unties the belt of her trench coat and lets it drop on the wet ground, revealing a beautiful red dress. EJ smiles at her somewhat sardonically then offers her his hand. "May I?" he asks, pulling her to him. Sami looks up in EJ's eyes and the two of them slowly begin to dance to the music of the thunder and the rain.
EJ leans his head back, taking in the sight of Sami, her dress clinging to her body. He leans in close to her, nudging her head back with his forehead, nibbling his way down her throat, rubbing against her breast with his palm until her nipples stand erect through their wet covering. "EJ," she breathes, gripping his arms as her legs begin to shake. He reaches behind her and gently pulls on the zipper of her dress. "Right here in the graveyard, EJ? Not very classy, is it?" He puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her down roughly on Lucas' grave. "Probably not," he says, standing over her, unbuckling his belt, "but we're going to, anyway." She looks up at him, eyes glittering in anticipation, as he makes quick work of his clothing before joining her on the ground. She lifts up her hips as he slides her clothes off of her, leaving her completely exposed with him kneeling before her. He crawls slowly over her, running a hand up the side of her body, watching the raindrops slide down her skin. Sami's body trembles under his touch and EJ chuckles huskily before bending down to pull her nipple into his mouth his with tongue. She takes in a sharp breath as he pinches it between his teeth, tugging at it as he pulls his head away. He pushes at her knee with his elbow and her legs fall open in response. He runs his tongue across the pad of his thumb and brushes it against her clit, slipping his index finger inside of her, pressing against her wall. He adds his middle finger and begins pumping, thrusting them in her over and over again while rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb. Sami reaches out her hand and tugs on his hair, pulling his head to hers. EJ moves in to kiss her but she turns her head, arching her neck against his lips. He leaves a trail of kisses from the base of her neck to her ear, flicking the soft skin behind her lobe with the tip of his tongue. Her body begins to twitch and he moves his hand from her, eliciting a frustrated moan from Sami. "Not yet, sweetheart," he whispers, moving himself away from her. He takes her ankles in his hands and folds her legs over her chest, gripping them tightly. He pushes himself inside her with a force that makes rise up off the ground. Her hands dig into the soft earth, desperately trying to gain traction as pushes himself inside her, deeper and deeper with each thrust, slamming against her body so roughly that she can already feel her pelvic bone bruising from the impact. She rocks her body to the rhythm, tightening against him each time he moves inside her. He can feel his body tensing and he pushes himself away from her, capturing his cock in his fist, needing only a few quick jerks of his hand before his come shoots over the wet dirt covering the freshly dug grave. He drops down, supporting himself with his hands, and takes a deep breath. Sami looks over at him, grinning, and grabs her discarded dress. "Well, EJ, I can tell you, with absolute certainty, that that's the best sex Lucas has ever had." He grins back at her, collecting his own sodden clothing. "And all he had to do was lie there and enjoy it." Sami smirks and turns her back to him, holding up her hair so he can zip up her dress. "I guess death does imitate life, after all."