LUNA'S POV
"How was the chat?" Sam asks me as I seat myself beside her on the bed.
"It was…" I scramble to conjure an adequate adjective. "...really nice." I state, and Sam seems incredibly happy by my response. "I'm glad." Is what she replies.
Relishing in the silence, I pull Sam into a tight embrace. With Sorren's words in mind, I tightly squeeze my girlfriend with desperation. She returns the tight hug.
Though I know it to be the last place Mr. Sharp would kiss his daughter (and with not nearly enough passion), I press my lips against Sam's. I watch as my girlfriend closes her eyes before I close my own, placing my hands on her waist. Moments later, we disconnect from the kiss, Sam's cheeks flushed sweetly.
"Your dad loves you, Sam." I murmur, and Sam grins cheekily, a sarcastic remark on the tip of her tongue.
"That's the weirdest thing to say after making out." Sam says, and I laugh loudly. "Yes, but, it's true." I murmur thoughtfully. "And… and I love you, too."
"Aww," Sam gushes, kissing my nose. "You're so cute. I love you, hun!"
Heart swelling with pure love and affection, I rest my head in Sam's shoulder. She kisses the top of my head and tussles my hair playfully. I can't fathom the idea of ever leaving her embrace, and Sam thinks the same. So again, I stayed the night. As if once wasn't enough, I want to spend another night with Sam.
Sam and I spend the afternoon cuddling and singing along to our favorite rock songs. It is, putting it mildly, absolutely perfect. To make everything so much better, Sam possesses the voice of a literal angel. The melodic way she can sing Stevie Nicks had my heart melting and palms sweating. Her vocal control was impressive, and the smile she gave me as she sang caused my breathing to hitch uncontrollably.
Dancing is another story. I was aware of Sam's hesitancy towards dancing; the poor thing tensed when I took her hand to dance, but I managed to get her to sway a little.
It's nearing 11:00, and the moon is cresting the smoky black sky. Sam and I sit on the bed, conversing as the faint sway of a slow ballad emits from Sam's speaker. A cheeky smile broadens on my face, and I slowly reach to take Sam's hand. I rub it gently.
"Wanna give it a shot?" I ask, raising a playful eyebrow. Aware of what I'm asking, Sam chuckles nervously. She rubs the back of her neck with her free hand.
"I-I don't know, Luna…" Sam's voice trails off, and I take the silence as an advantage to sweep a surprised Sam off the bed.
"I'll take the lead, baby girl." I murmur, Sam gasping in surprise as I place my hands on her waist. I instruct her to place her hands on my shoulders. She does just that, and I nod before slowly swaying, leading Sam in a gentle waltz around the bedroom.
A few moments pass, and I lean over to whisper in Sam's ear. "How're you doing, love?" I ask, and I see Sam nod feebly. "I'm fine…" She murmurs mid thought.
Slowly beginning to warm up, Sam takes the lead, rocking the two of us. The peaceful silence is short-lived, however, for Sam's foot quickly comes down on mine. I hiss at the sudden pain it causes.
When the realization of what had just occurred sinks in, Sam's eyes widen. Her hands fly to her mouth. "Gosh, Luna, I'm so sorry! I knew that this was going to happen." Sam moans, hanging her head.
I'm quick to silence her. Putting aside the strange throbbing sensation in my toes, I place a finger underneath Sam's chin, lifting her head to gaze into my eyes. The faintest shimmer of tears dance in her eyes.
"Aw, hey, chin up." I murmur, cupping Sam's cheek in my hand. "Let's try this again, shall we?"
Sam nods feebly as I take her waist once again. Song after song drifts by as I instruct Sam in the ways of slow dancing. There's no doubt that she's getting better with each try; my foot is only tramped on another two times, and even then, Sam manages to keep her head high.
There comes a point where our movements blend together with the music, practically in sync with one another. I gaze into Sam's eyes. She's looking at our shuffling feet, mouthing "right, left, right, left" with every step. Her concentration captivates me. The way her hair itself seems to dance and sway with the tune. Her eyes twinkle sweetly without any apparent source of light.
"You're a goddess, Sam." I murmur, unaware that I have spoken aloud. Upon hearing her name being spoken, Sam perks up from her state of concentration. She allows my words to sink in before blushing a deep red.
"Luna, I-" Sam gasps, her voice faltering. The music has now overpowered our voices, and the two of us fall silent. We continue to dance, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly.
As the song fades to silence, the two of us slow, coming to a stop in one another's arms. Sam looks undoubtedly proud of herself; she hadn't made a single mistake while looking at me. I'm proud of her too.
"How'd that feel?" I question her, and Sam smiles shyly. "It was… a lot more fun than I expected." She replies. "Well, you were spectacular." I murmur, guiding Sam back to the bed. She invites me back under her covers, which I gratefully accept.
The chilly night air is just beginning to seep through the window, causing shivers to run their course down my arms and legs. Sam wraps her arms around me, cuddling and handling me gently.
"Are you cold?" She murmurs, and I nod feebly. "Here." Sam coaxes, wrapping her blanket tighter around me. "And if you're still cold…" Sam begins, grabbing her denim jacket from where she had thrown it earlier. She hands it to me. "You can wear this."
I shake my head vigorously at Sam's offer. "No, Sam, that's yours. You wear it." I state. Raising a curious eyebrow, Sam hugs the jacket to her chest. "What if I warmed it up for you?" She asks.
Now suppressing the nagging urge to receive Sam's offer, I tuck myself deeper within the folds of the blanket. I can't help but smirk. "Ugh, Sam, you don't do that to me." I groan audibly.
Sam takes my weakness as an opportunity to pry the blanket from me. My fingers slacken on the fabric, allowing the blanket to fall easily from my clutch. Sam drapes the jacket around my shoulders, and I place my hands through the sleeves. I hug myself tightly, inhaling Sam's aroma through the fabric. It still holds her warmth from a few hours prior. Sam smiles fondly before draping the blanket around the two of us. She kisses my neck, and I giggle.
It's now around 11:00, and I can feel the power of sleep taking over. I nudge my head onto Sam's shoulder as I begin dozing off.
"Aw, love." I hear Sam coo as she gently rubs my side. "Are you getting tired?" I nod, opening my eyes to gaze at my girlfriend.
"Honestly, me too." Sam admits, releasing a brief yawn. She proceeds to lay her head on her pillow, and I join her, kissing her nose. Sam smiles sweetly. She then turns off the lamp by her bed, shrouding the both of us in darkness.
I bury my face into Sam's neck, breathing in her scent and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. I hook my leg around Sam's, dragging her closer to me.
"Luna?" Sam pipes up quietly a short period later. I shift myself to gain a better view of Sam, though the darkness hinders my ability. "Hm?" I murmur in acknowledgment.
"Do you wanna… well… try that thing couples do?" Sam ends the question there, leaving me undoubtedly confused.
"Sex?" I snort jokingly, and Sam splutters faintly from beside me. I provide her a gentle nudge to acknowledge that I'm joking. I can't see her face, but I can tell that she's blushing.
"Actually… I was gonna say spooning." Sam states, and my heart ignites at the very idea. Trying not to seem too desperate, I smile broadly. "I'd love that, Sam." I murmur thoughtfully.
Sounding almost surprised, Sam sits up. "Oh, really?" She asks, and I nod within the darkness. As if aware that I had silently spoken, Sam turns on the lamp beside her. There's a dull redness to her cheeks.
"Um," Sam murmurs, clearly disoriented.
"Can I spoon you, Sam?" I blurt out rather suddenly, face burning in earnest. Sam smiles at my enthusiasm, nodding shyly.
It happens rather slowly. Sam lies with her back to me. I curl my arms and legs around my girlfriend, pressing my stomach against her lower back. I'm at an advantage, seeing how I'm facing her. I nuzzle my face into Sam's neck, planting a gentle kiss here and there. Sam murmurs contently, grasping my hand.
"The only thing I dislike about spooning…" Sam pauses, craning her neck to gaze at me. "...is that I can't look at your beautiful face."
I can't stand the adorable face Sam flashes me, and my eyes crinkle in a smile. "Aw, you're way too cute for me to handle." I gush openly, and Sam grins, flattered.
"Wanna be the spooner, and I'll be the spoonee?" I ask. Sam laughs at my terminology, which is-if anything-incorrect. She accepts my offer nonetheless, and I turn, my back exposed to Sam.
I lie in anticipation for a few heartbeats before Sam's hands circle around me. My heart flutters meekly with pleasure as Sam's warm body presses up against mine. Sam follows in my footsteps, running kisses up and down the course of my neck. Shivers rocket up my spine at the contact.
The two of us lie there for a good five minutes in silence, the light sprinkle of rain creating a dull pitter-patter against the window. There comes a point when I feel uncomfortable in my present position, so I turn to face Sam.
"Keep holding me." I murmur, earning a giggle from my girlfriend. She complies, wrapping her arms and legs around me. Sam begins gently tracing circles into my back. Her comforting actions soothe me, and I curl myself further against her.
Sam's hands slowly snake their way into my hair. She runs her fingers through the short, coarse hair in the back of my head, dragging it closer towards her chest. She breathes gently, holding me with a tightness that could be attributed towards desperation.
A few minutes pass, and I feel myself relaxing more and more into Sam's tight embrace. As I nuzzle my nose within Sam's sweet smelling shirt, I notice something. Sam is shaking. I pay no mind to her strange behavior until the trembling worsens.
Fearful that Sam might be crying, I spring into action. I sit up, quickly cupping Sam's cheeks in my hands. I'm about to open my mouth to speak, but I stop myself as I gaze into Sam's face. There's no sign of a tear, distress… nothing.
"Are you alright?" I question rather slowly, cocking my head with curiosity. "You're shaking like hell."
Sam nods her head feebly. "I'm just a little cold, is all." She murmurs in reply, reluctant to respond. It saddens me to see her so timid. However, I smile all the same.
"Sam," I begin. "Don't be ashamed. Have your jacket back." I shake off Sam's denim jacket, handing it to her. Smiling gratefully, Sam accepts the offer. She puts it on, rubbing to generate heat.
In hopes of distilling more heat into her body, I wrap my arms around Sam. It's now my turn to rub slow circles into her back. Gradually, Sam's trembling dissipates. She nuzzles against me, and I wrap the blanket around the two of us.
I can't recall much of what occurred after that point. I seemed to have dozed off. However, I seem to recall having an odd dream featuring Michelle and Doug, but the details of it have fled my mind.
I'm jolted awake as an alarming crack of thunder shakes the house's foundation. Sam squeaks in slumber before turning to nuzzle against me. I wrap a comforting arm around her, drawing her in close. The girl stirs feebly at the contact.
"Hmm… Luna?" Sam murmurs mid-slumber, and I gently place a finger to her lips.
"Shhh, go back to sleep, my love." I mumble, and nodding, Sam dozes off without another word. I listen to her regular, shallow breathing as I drift off to sleep in her embrace.