Disclaimer: In the bio of this story, I stated that there'd be a chapter that contains (minimal) sexual attraction. I'm putting this disclaimer out there as a 'lil note that this was the chapter I was mentioning. :) I should state that I do not consider this chapter to be smut. If anything, I'm probably over exaggerating haha. Let me know what you all think of the chapter. :)
LUNA'S POV
It's beginning to grow dark as I arrive at Sam's house. My girlfriend suggests that we spend a few hours together, and I happily agree.
"I'm so happy for you." Is the first thing Sam says after a brief silence spent in her room. I smile shyly. "Thanks, love." I say before the two of us lapse into another silence.
I place my hands on Sam's cheeks, finding the way she leans into my hands absolutely adorable. I kiss her lips gently. "Would you like to continue what we were doing in the hallway?" I find myself asking, and Sam nods sweetly. "I would like that very much." She murmurs.
There's a slight blush to Sam's cheeks that becomes more apparent as I lean closer. My lips applying pressure to hers, Sam falls back onto the bed, releasing a gasp of surprise before we lock lips again. Sitting in a straddle position on Sam, I continue to kiss my girlfriend passionately. Sam runs her hands along my lower back from beneath me, and my lips part in a gentle smile.
We detach lips for a moment to catch our breath, Sam's eyes surveying my face. "How are you so beautiful?" She questions me, and I smile warmly, flattered by such a question. "I ask myself that about you all the time." Is what I reply, before reaching down to "boop" Sam's nose. It's undoubtedly the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed.
Sam laughs at my reaction, raising an inquiring eyebrow. "What are you so amused about?" She asks. "You have a very cute nose." I state, much to Sam's amusement.
"I've never been told that, but thank you?" She murmurs fondly right before our lips connect again. I roll off Sam to lie beside her, adoring the way she wraps her arms around me.
"Can you hold me like this forever?" She asks, and I kiss her neck gently. "Of course. You don't even have to ask, my lovely." I reply. Sam draws the blanket around the two of us, and I take Sam's warm hands in mine. They clash with my own, which are cold to the touch.
"You're so hot, Sam." I murmur, and Sam blushes. "T-thank you," She says, bashful. "I-I meant in temperature, but yeah, that too." I stammer, allowing myself to blush deeply.
Sam giggles before rising from her position beside me. "Yeah, it is a little hot, isn't it?" She says before proceeding to remove her denim jacket. I'm not mentally prepared for the removal of any article of clothing (even something as simplistic as a jacket), and I find myself spluttering faintly for the second time that day as Sam throws her jacket aside.
"Jeez, Luna, I'm still wearing clothes." Sam jokes, and I blush all the more. As if apologizing for her sardonic tone, Sam immediately cuddles up beside me, planting gentle kisses on my neck. I suppress a moan of ecstasy as her gentle lips graze my bare neck.
Tension accumulates as I gently nibble Sam's earlobe. My girlfriend releases a brief moan before biting her lip to stifle the sound, face flushed. I smile reassuringly, kissing Sam's warm cheek. I nod to let her know that she's alright, and she smiles weakly, seeming to understand. I glide my fingers over Sam's cheek, noticing the redness of her earlobe. I kiss it gently in hopes of alleviating the soreness I may have caused.
The two of us relax and look one another in the eye. I love Sam's eyes. The way they shine brilliant flashes of gold when the light reflects on them. They gently crinkle as Sam smiles at me. I return the smile.
If it weren't for our silence, we wouldn't hear the gentle rap upon the bedroom door. The two of us sit up as the door cracks open. Mrs. Sharp's face peers through the crack, smiling at Sam and I as we nestle ourselves under the covers.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but…" Mrs. Sharp's eyes meet her daughter's, a hint of disbelief within her features. "Samantha, your father is on the phone."
Sam's beautiful eyes widen with stupefaction. She turns to me, as if requesting my consent. Of course, I nod, and Sam slowly rises, taking the phone from her mother.
"Hello, Dad." She murmurs into the phone, evidently excited, yet dumbfounded. She departs from the bedroom, leaving only Mrs. Sharp and I.
Mrs. Sharp enters, the door groaning meekly as she closes it behind her. She joins me on the bed, the two of us lapsing into silence. I try to conjure a conversation starter, anything, but Mrs. Sharp pipes up before I can.
"My husband would really like you, Luna." Mrs. Sharp states. I meet her gaze; she's smiling at me, almost sadly. "I've been told that." I murmur, reflecting back on how Sam had told me the same thing less than a week ago.
"He loves rock and roll too, you know?" Mrs. Sharp says. I smile at this little known fact, envisioning Mr. Sharp and I sharing music taste and jamming out with Sam in the garage.
But, of course, he's in Boston. I think dejectedly.
"Who'd have thought." Is what I reply instead, chuckling. Mrs. Sharp smiles warmly. "His absolute favorite band is SMOOCH. Been that way since he was young." Mrs. Sharp continues.
"That's my brother's favorite band. Personally, I'm a wicked Mick Swagger fan." I state, throwing up the goats. Mrs. Sharp laughs at my exhilaration.
"Actually," She continues. "In all of his 48 years of living, my husband stands by the fact that Mick Swagger's concert of 2015 was by far the best concert he's ever attended."
I smile warmly at a memory that isn't even mine. Mr. Sharp head banging to Mick Swagger's "Transformation" or "Where I'm Coming From." Suddenly, Mrs. Sharp's words sink in.
"Wait, you don't mean… Mick's Gimme Swelter Tour?" I question, and Mrs. Sharp raises a curious eyebrow. "Yes, that's exactly the concert. Why?" She murmurs, and I chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
"I was there." I state. "I mean, I was nine years old, but I was there." Mrs. Sharp smiles, her smile bright enough to light the darkened room.
"How curious, hmm?" Mrs. Sharp murmurs thoughtfully, almost to herself. "Yes, very." I reply, watching as Mrs. Sharp slowly rises from the bed.
"Well, good talk. Sorry that our conversation had to be so short lived." Mrs. Sharp says. I nod thoughtfully, but before Mrs. Sharp exits the bedroom, she stops in the doorway, turning to face me again.
"Luna," Mrs. Sharp begins, and I perk up attentively. "Thank you." She says. I raise a puzzled eyebrow. "What for?" I question.
As if amused, Mrs. Sharp chuckles. "Thank you for supporting my daughter." She finally says. I smile, tracing my fingers along the fabric of Sam's blanket. I'm always happy to, I think tenderly.
"She really loves you." Sam's mother states, and I meet her eyes once more. "I love her too." I murmur thoughtfully.
Evidently happy with my response, Mrs. Sharp smiles lovingly before exiting the bedroom. Sighing, I fall back against the bed, staring at Sam's baby blue ceiling.
Reminds me of her eyes a little. I reflect, envisioning Sam's equally blue and stunning eyes gazing down at me. I wonder what her and her dad are talking about.
Fifteen minutes pass, then twenty. Finally, the door gently creaks open to reveal Sam. She gazes at me sweetly, though her features portray something more. I'm reminded of Mrs. Sharp's expression when she first entered the bedroom, phone in hand. The same look of disbelief that her mother had is plastered on Sam's face. Her next words match her disbelief.
"Lunes, my dad wishes to speak with you."
As equally dumbfounded as my girlfriend, I slowly rise from the bed. We flash one another a gentle smile as I retrieve the phone from Sam's awaiting hands.
"H-hello?" I stammer nervously, afraid that Mr. Sharp may have hung up during the brief silence. As I meander across the hall, however, his voice issues from the phone.
"Hey, Luna Loud! The one and only!" He roars with delight. Hearing Sam's father speak to me with such exuberance-almost as if we've known each other all our lives-has me taken aback momentarily.
"Mr. Sharp, yes. What a pleasure." I reply, trying my hand at etiquette. Mr. Sharp chuckles at my reply.
"Aye, no need to be so formal." Mr. Sharp replies. "Yes, I'm a botany professor, but not to you. Please, call me Sorren."
I'm on a first name basis with my girlfriend's father? No way.
I sidestep into the closest room to gain some privacy. Another bedroom. The bed is made, the pillows fluffed up and unused. The bedside table is bare, not an object to be seen. I deduce by the bare, empty feel of it all that this must be Sorren's bedroom.
"Sam always brings you up in our conversations, rare as they are. She loves you very much, Luna." Mr. Sharp states, and I nod. Aware that Sorren can't see or hear my reply, I clear my throat.
"I've been told." I croak, biting my lip at how cringy I sound.
Goodness, Luna, that was terrible. Abort! Abort!
"I-I love her, too." I state.
Sorren murmurs thoughtfully at my response. "I'm very happy for you two. Very happy indeed." Mr. Sharp says.
Formulating my next words, I approach the nearest dresser, which houses many framed photos of the Sharp family. I run my finger along the gold frame of one photo.
"Thank you." I say into the phone. "Your daughter has really turned my life around for the better." Sorren releases a contented "hmm" from the other end of the phone. I take the silence afterwards as an opportunity to scrutinize the photos further.
One depicts the family at Niagara Falls. The members of the family look to be quite the same, apart from Sam, whose hair hadn't been dyed yet. I smile, gazing at every individual. Sam's eyes are closed as she smiles broadly. Whether from the blaring sun or sheer happiness, I can't be entirely sure. Typical of Simon, the boy has his tongue stuck out playfully.
Behind their children, arms wrapped around one another, is Mr. and Mrs. Sharp. Their faces say it all; they're content... overjoyed... happy. Their smiles trigger mine.
"So, you're a musician like Sam, huh?" Mr. Sharp pipes up moments later. Of course, I reply with a "yes". "What kind of instruments do you play?" Sorren asks a follow up question.
I snort at the simple question, for the answer is far from simple. "Now that's a list I can't even fathom going through." I joke, and Sorren laughs.
"I was just like you when I was younger, Luna." Sorren states. "I played every imaginable instrument known to mankind." There's a temporary pause. "At least give me a favorite." Mr. Sharp says.
Briefly, I contemplate his request. However, it doesn't take me long to formulate an answer. "Definitely my Logan V-80 Shredder. Had that baby since I was ten." I state.
Mr. Sharp releases a sigh of reminiscence. "Ah, of course. How could it not be a favorite?" Aware that his question is most likely rhetorical, I don't voice an answer.
"You know, if I find the time to fly back to good ol' Michigan, I'll make sure to pack my guitar. Maybe the three of us can perform together." Sorren states.
Cog wheels turning furiously in my mind, I'm quick to pipe up. "We could have a garage band!" I gasp with excitement. Mr. Sharp sounds to be entertained and enlightened by my response, for he chuckles heartily.
"I would like that very much." Mr. Sharp says. "What would we call our band?" I consider his question briefly within the thick silence of the bedroom.
"I'd have to consider that more, but what about… Sharp n' Loud." I state. Mr. Sharp chuckles from the other end of the phone, though not in a derogatory manner. I smile broadly at his amusement.
"I'm head banging just hearing the name." Sorren states. "I'll make it happen, kiddo. For you and Sam both." He says after a brief pause. "Thanks, Sorren." I say, sauntering back into the hallway.
Mr. Sharp sighs from the other end of the phone. "Hey, I'm sorry to end the conversation so soon, but I have to run to a meeting."
Unable to suppress my reaction, I groan audibly at the idea of attending a meeting. I immediately wish to take the unintended noise back, but-as always-Mr. Sharp just laughs.
"Me too, Luna. Me too." Sorren says. "If I could choose, I'd be working from home and jamming out with you and Sam. If I could only choose." Mr. Sharp trails off, seemingly mid-thought.
Sporting a glum expression, I shuffle my feet at Mr. Sharp's predicament. "Mr. Sharp?" I murmur, and the line becomes still. It's evident that the tone of the conversation has changed.
"Hm?" Sorren questions imploringly, and I swallow hard. "Aren't you, well, sad that you don't have time for music anymore?" I mumble, and there's a brief silence before Sorren speaks.
"Who's to say I don't have time for music?" Sorren questions rhetorically. "Yes, I don't spend every waking moment playing an instrument or devoting my life to music, but when I gain the opportunity to play, I do. And I play my heart out."
I allow Mr. Sharp's words to sink in for a moment. He does have a point, doesn't he.
"Look, Luna, I'll promise you and the family this… I'll be visiting soon. I can't bear another day without seeing my family thrive and my children grow." Mr. Sharp states, and I smile broadly. "I look forward to it." I state.
There's a silence, and all I can envision is Sorren's smiling face on the other end of the phone. "Me too." Sorren answers. He then releases a sigh of disappointment. "Hey, I've got to skedaddle." He states.
Skedaddle? That's such a dad thing to say. I chuckle to myself.
"I'll see you all soon." Mr. Sharp says. "Now you go give my daughter a hug and a kiss for me, alright?" He continues, and I nod, beaming.
"You don't have to tell me twice!" I state, and Sorren chuckles lightly.
"I know you love her. See you!" Mr. Sharp says.
That's it. That's how the call ends. I barely have the time to say goodbye before the phone begins beeping irritably. I gaze at the cell phone glumly.
"Must have been in a hurry." I murmur, turning the phone over in my hands as I enter Sam's bedroom once more.