"Sam," Calliope whispered, her heart hammering in her chest.
Though she had waited behind her door with the hopes he'd knock, she hadn't actually expected him to.
"Calli." He replied, his expression torn between timid apprehension and a lazy grin.
For a moment they simply stood; Sam under the fluorescent lights of the corridor, Calliope in the gloom of her dorm room. One body was relaxed, patient, hands in pockets. The other was tense, yearning, hands almost shaking. When the former took a step forwards, the latter yielded.
Calliope fell against him, her arms around his neck and her mouth against his. He'd stumbled, catching himself only by grasping at the doorframe. One set of nails scratched along the wood as one hand pulled. The other set of nails scratched along skin as the other hand groped. They backed into the darkness of the room, only being fully engulfed by it once Sam's foot kicked the door closed behind them. Furniture was bumped, walls were knocked, clothes were pulled off, torn off, discarded and ditched.
It was only when Calliope's bare skin hit the linen of her bedsheets and the springs beneath her creaked under their combined weight that Sam seemed to rouse from his lustful stupor. Breathlessly, he pulled back to look at her. The only clothing that remained on her body were the lace underwear at her heaving chest and slender hips, as well as her visor.
"Calli," he uttered, his voice hoarse. When he looked at her, the hunger in his eyes had been quelled by a look of concern. He had lifted his body slightly from hers; his hips no longer pushed between her legs, his chest no longer pressed against hers.
"Are you sure you want to..." he began, his low voice causing her to shiver just as much as his fingertips did as they lightly brushed her jawline. He swallowed before continuing.
"We don't have to."
Calliope tilted her head into his hand as he continued to gently caress her face. The smell of the night air filled the room, drifting in from the window Calliope always left open. It seemed to enhance the intermingled scent of jasmine and peppermint that their tangled bodies emitted. She inhaled deeply, savouring the aroma before exhaling a shaky sigh.
"Have we ever..." she began to ask in a quiet voice, but Sam was already shaking his head by the second word.
"I'm not even sure if I've ever done this before. I can't remember."
Sam's eyes searched her face quietly, his features illuminated only by the slither of moonlight that broke in through the thin curtains that danced gently in the breeze.
"It's okay, Calli." He smiled, bringing his face to hers and kissing her again, only far more tenderly this time. The feel of his warm lips and the cool breeze brought goosebumps upon her skin.
"I just don't want to disappoint you," she whispered into his mouth as his head turned to deepen their touch.
A low rumbled sounded in his throat, his nose brushed against hers as he drew back slightly.
"You make me many things, Calli..." he murmured, trailing soft kisses across her face. "But 'disappointed' will never be one of them."
At his words, she caught his wandering mouth with her own. He seemed to hesitate, holding back so as to gauge her movements. His lips followed hers, working at her speed and mimicking her rhythm. Part of her was grateful for his consideration while another part craved for him to take control again.
Truthfully, she had no idea what she was doing. Not simply in that moment, but in general. Perhaps they were moving too fast.
Though he had memories of her that spanned the length of almost a year, she could only recall knowing him for around 3 months.
Though she had undeniably fallen for him for a second time around, Calliope wondered whether or not their pacing had been set at a dangerous speed...
Then again, could she really utter the request for them to stop?
When she parted her lips at a weak attempt to voice her concerns, Sam's clever tongue slipped past them. The words that had barely even begun to form in her throat were replaced by a complacent moan. The doubts that had crept into her mind were swiftly chased away with every swirl, swipe and stab of his tongue.
No, she would not have him stop- could not have him stop.
As their kiss deepened, so did the press of their bodies. Calliope relished the feel of his broad shoulders beneath her clawing hands and the slow push of his hips between her parted thighs. When the last of their clothing dropped over the side of the bed, Sam asked one last time if she were ready.
Even after she had nodded, closing her eyes and removing her visor, Sam continued to read her every move; her every wordless request. From the way she bit his lips to the way she drew her thighs across his ribs. Every subtle and not so subtle gesture, every soft moan and loud gasp. He forever remained attentive.
He whispered softly in her ear, against her skin, into her mouth; breathlessly questioning, gently encouraging, seductively promising; what she wanted, what she did, what he'd do.
Her body responded with an arch of her back, a squeeze of her hands, a drape of her leg.
Slow and sensual; low voices and long sighs.
Faster, further; short gasps and guttural groans.
As the rock of their bodies quickened, along with their breaths, their hearts, their mutual pleas, their grips tightened; fingers in sheets, in hair, on thighs, hips, waist...
Teeth bit against sweat-coated skin. Sweat-coated skin muffled low growls and throaty cries. Low growls and throaty cries accompanied clenching hands and curving spines. Two bodies gently shook to the sound of quiet panting and soft caresses.
Everything fell still once more.
A breathless declaration of love drifted effortlessly into the darkness as two lovers drifted slowly to sleep.