Xavier

I sat bolt upright at 1:19 AM and fumbled for my glasses on the nightstand. My hand slid into them, successfully throwing them onto the floor.

"Dammit," I growled, throwing my legs over the side of the bed.

I had no idea where Sam was, what woke me up, where my glasses were, if I was going to step on my glasses, or what that noise was down the hall. I slid off the bed carefully, feeling around for my glasses. I found them, curling my fingers around them. I put them on, and turned on my lamp. Moving over to my door, I pulled it open. Sam was standing right there, his hand reaching for the door, and I jumped a little.

"Why are you up, sweetheart?" He asked me, reaching to stroke my hair.

I rubbed at my eyes, and told him what happened, adding, "What's that noise down the hall?"

"Joanna. She's crying. She's having a hard time being… intimate with Jackson. The memories are coming back and they're too strong for her to keep that up with him," he told me sadly, his fingers ghosting over my jaw and his thumb stroking my cheek.

"Oh, did you check on her or...?" I asked him.

"Yeah, Jackson explained everything to me and he's getting her to sleep now."

I nodded and looked down the hall as a noise caught my attention.

"Magnus! Stop it!"

"Magnus and Adam and the family are here. They just arrived," Sam explained, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

I didn't know why he was being so affectionate with me right now, but I wasn't complaining. He tugged on my side gently, trying to steer me back into the bedroom.

"Come on, let's go back to bed," he murmured, and I complied since I was really tired.

Sam turned the lamp off as I climbed back into bed, and I looked at him in the darkness.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, reaching to touch his hand.

"Magnus is…" He trailed off, and I got worried.

I sat up on my knees, and he turned, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"What?" I asked him, anxious now.

"His eyes have changed. They're a greenish-gold color instead of the green-brown and his pupils aren't like ours. They're slit. Like a cat's," he told me.

I gasped, shocked at what I was hearing.

"He has powers, but resembling that of a… warlock or wizard than a vampire."

I nodded, and shifted on the bed.

"He has this blue flame that he can throw from his fingertips, and he can "cast spells" I suppose. They figured most of this stuff out on the trip down here. I only got the briefing."

My stomach twisted into a knot and I pulled away from Sam.

"Lay down, baby. You need to sleep," he crooned, taking my glasses off and pushing on my shoulder gently.

I complied again because I was tired and I didn't want to deny Sam, and I was trying to process all that had happened with Magnus.

Sam laid down next to me, nuzzling up to me, and I smiled tiredly. He slipped his arm around me, pulling me back against his chest, and kissed the nape of my neck.

"Sleep, darling. You have to be exhausted," he whispered, his breath tickling my cheek.

I shivered and he chuckled softly, his hand slipping under my T-shirt. He slid his hand across my stomach, side, and then to my back. He traced soothing patterns on my back, and I fought against my heavy lids.

"You're the reason I'm so tired," I slurred, deciding to snuggle up to Sam and just go to sleep.

I turned over, curling up against Sam's chest, and he kissed my head. He rubbed my back, successfully lulling me to sleep.

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I sat up, rubbing my eyes and yawning.

"Morning."

I looked over to the door, but saw nothing since I was almost blind without my glasses. I could see close up since I was near-sighted but even as far the end of the bed was blurry. I snatched my glasses off the nightstand and put them on, looking back over at the door. Sam smiled at me now, unhitching himself from the doorway, and came over to the bed.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked me, cupping his hand around my jaw and kissing me softly.

I nodded and reached up to lace my fingers in his hair. I kissed him back, opening my mouth wider to deepen the kiss. Sam moaned softly, and shifted closer to me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues warred for dominance, though I always gave in, not able to be dominant over Sam. He smiled slightly into the kiss, and tilted my head back a little. He tugged on my lower lip, his sharp teeth pricking the tender skin. I pressed on his chest, and he pulled way, panting heavily. I gasped, sucking in much needed breaths.

"I'm sorry," he breathed.

"No, it's okay. I'm fine," I told him, and he smoothed my hair back though it was almost too short to do that.

"If you say so," he murmured, though I knew he wasn't happy about me dismissing it like that.

I got up, throwing on some pajama pants on over my boxers, and held Sam's hand as we walked out into the hall. Adam was asleep on the couch, a makeshift bed there for him, and Magnus sat on the floor in front of him. He watched the TV without interest, and yawned, raking his hand through his dark hair.

"Have you slept in the past three day, Magnus?" Sam asked him, squeezing my hand lightly.

"Yes," Magnus muttered, flipping through the channels on the TV.

It was nice to have a smaller house and not have all the full fledged vampires in the house to hear your every move. We had two houses now, one for the original Cullen's and then one for us, the "new editions."

Sam sighed, not believing Magnus, and pulled me into the kitchen.

"Sit," he told me, and I did as I was told, settling at the island on one of the stools.

I watched Sam move about the kitchen, collecting things to make me breakfast. I didn't understand why he was so reserved and quiet. It frightened me some since I'd never seen this side of him before.

"Sam?" I inquired shyly, sinking back slightly in case he lashed out.

He ignored me, and my heart sank. He wouldn't even talk to me.

"Babe, talk to me," I prodded gently, shifting a little on the stool.

He glanced over at me, his gold eyes apologetic and loving. I'd seen that look a hundred times. I had a hard time looking him in the eye, even though I stared him down in the throes of our passion. I looked down at the granite countertop and I heard him chuckle.

"Sweetheart, look at me," he murmured, and set the measuring cup down on the counter.

It made a quiet tink sound, and Sam walked around the island to stand next to me. He tilted my head up so I'd look at him, and he smiled encouragingly.

"Why are you so… not… you?" I asked him, unsure how to describe how he was acting.

"Just overreacting I guess. I'm sorry, darling," he apologized, kissing my forehead comfortingly.

I accepted this, not wanting to get the dirty details on his mood. I stayed away from getting too deep into feelings, since I had trouble controlling my emotions as it was. I smiled slightly, taking my glasses off and cleaning the lenses on the edge of Sam's T-shirt. He laughed, and I smiled wider, putting my glasses back on and staring up at him.

He stepped a little closer, his lips finding my forehead once more, and I closed my eyes against his warm kiss.

"Chocolate chip pancakes?" He asked me, moving back to where he was attempting to measure out the right amount of pancake batter.

"As always," I laughed, and he threw his head back, laughing happily.

Sam reached over to the counter next to the stove, turning on the small radio that sat there. John Mayer's "Half of My Heart" was on, and I listened to it as I watched Sam hum along and flip the pancakes.

I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else

Made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself

Lonely was the song I sang, 'til the day you came

Showing me another way and all that my love can bring

Sam looked over at me, grinning and blowing me a kiss. I laughed like I hadn't in a long time, giddy to have Sam all to myself and in my life, and blew him a kiss back. He smiled, and piled three pancakes on a plate, sliding it across the island to me. He fished a fork out of the drawer, sliding that to me as well, and I attacked those pancakes like that would be my last meal. Sam had given me a workout last night, and I was starving. I wasn't sore, since we practically did that every night now, but I felt as if I could conquer anything.

"Do you want more, baby? You ate those like I've been starving you," he teased.

I blushed, realizing he was right. "Yeah, if… you don't mind."

He laughed, coming over to kiss me. "Of course I don't mind."

I blushed harder and slid him my plate as he moved away from me to stand by the stove again. A moment later he gave me my plate back, three more pancakes sitting on it. I ate those slower, and he sat on a stool on the other side of the island, watching me intently. I looked up at him, and he tilted his head to the side.

"Something wrong?" He asked me, reaching across the counter to touch my hand.

"No, just getting full," I said, smiling a little.

"Mmkay, just making sure. You seemed a little worried," he murmured.

"I'm fine, sweetie. I promise," I laughed softly.

He smiled, and I downed two glasses of milk. He took my plate, fork, and cup from me, putting them in the dishwasher, and slipped his arm around my waist. I stood up from the stool, and kissed him spontaneously. It was a quick kiss, but long enough for my cheeks to flush somewhat when Sam's hand gripped my hip. We broke apart and walked out into the family room. Adam was up, and Magnus was giving him some medicine.

"Morning," Adam rasped, smiling slightly and then swallowing some pills.

"Morning," I said, smiling back as Sam lead me back upstairs.

As he closed the door, he turned to me, his eyes darker than before. I stepped back a little, unsure what exactly this was in his eyes. He advanced on me and I bit my lip. He caught me around the waist and kept walking, pressing me back towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the bed, and he pushed me down roughly. It was rough, but gentle enough not to hurt me. I laughed nervously, and grinned excitedly. He smirked, and climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head and he leaned down, his lips finding my neck. I arched up towards him a little, and he continued to pressed warm, wet kisses to the tender skin of my throat.

He shifted, his one hand sliding down my chest. It found my side, sliding underneath my T-shirt. I jerked, crying out. He smiled against my neck, and I silently cursed him.

"No!" I cried, trying to roll away.

His fingertips tickled the sensitive skin on my side and I twisted, trying to protest. His skilled fingers found my hypersensitive stomach, and I slid further onto the bed, attempting to get away. He wouldn't have any of it, pushing my T-shirt up and ducking his head down. He blew a raspberry on my stomach, and I shrieked, trying my hardest to shove him off. The muscles in my arms trembled and my attempts didn't faze Sam one bit. He smiled, laughing as I gasped, tears falling from my eyes as I thrashed against the sheets.

He jumped off the bed, and I sat up, panting and glaring at him. My face was red and hot, and I sniffled, wiping at my eyes.

"You're so mean!" I growled, and sniffed again, wiping my nose on my hand. I hung my head, trying to catch my breath.

He came back over to me, crouching down to better see my face. He rested his hand on my knee, but reached up to cup my cheek with the other, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I turned my head away from him, and he quit breathing, retracting his hand.

"Zay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he soothed me, and I sniffed again.

"It's fine," I muttered.

"No, baby, it's not. I upset you, and that, in my book, isn't right. I apologize," he murmured, his fingertips stroking my knee through my pajama pants.

I looked down at him, and he had pressed his forehead to my thigh. I stroked his hair, running my fingers through it, and brushed my fingers over the nape of his neck, the skin smooth and cool under my touch. He picked his head up, hid gold gaze meeting mine, and I saw how honestly apologetic he was and how much it hurt him to upset me. I cradled his face in my hands and slid off the bed, my legs landing on either side of his, and kissed him. He was caught off guard and his muscles locked up, but as soon as he recognized the soft, warm feeling of my human lips on his he relaxed. He wound his cool, strong arms around me and held me against his chest, kissing me back. I slid my arms around his neck, and wished that he was human so I could take us to the floor. I pressed against him, and, thankfully, he understood and we tumbled down to the carpet.

The words from "Half of My Heart" echoed in my head and I thought about how much that song resembled Sam and I.

Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing

Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring

In reality, it had been me who'd crashed into him, but that was irrelevant. What was relevant was that Sam was pulling my T-shirt over my head, and I ducked, breaking our lip lock for only a moment. My lips were back on his after my T-shirt was off, and he moaned, his hands slipping inside my pajama bottoms. The pile of clothes grew quickly, and though I wanted nothing more than to switch with Sam he smoothed his hands up my back, pulling away from our kiss. His butterscotch eyes were encouraging and he smiled, silently telling me to stay on top and just try. I nodded, my breathing heavy, and leaned up as he shifted. Being as flexible as he was, he slid his legs over my shoulders. I tensed for a moment, and as he situated himself I relaxed. I wasn't used to being on top, and so I was nervous. Sam encouraged me, saying that he wanted me to feel as if I was actually part of this relationship. I stretched, fishing the bottle of lube out of the drawer, and then leaned further over Sam. He legs curled closer to his chest, and I worried that he was uncomfortable.

"I'm fine, sweetheart. I promise," he assured me, and I nodded.

This was all so new to me, but I felt that everything would be alright.

GAH! Writers block is going to be the death of me. I swear. So, spamming of inboxes with more Xavier and Sam is my specialty. I'm having some stress at home and school and I'm having a hard time writing. I'm trying, so please just take what you get.

Peace,

CFD