Just some more fluff and verbal sparring between Mr. Scam and his woman lol.

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The Bad Girl To Your Bad Boy


"I toldddddd you, you had nothing to worry about!" Sam said chirpily from behind him as Scam opened the door to his home and walked inside. He had just gotten back from seeing her parents for the very first time and despite how smoothly things had gone, he was glad it was over because he hated being nervous and meeting Sam's parents with the possibility that they may not approve of him for their daughter, that they may have had another guy in mind for her to marry - it had been somewhat nerve-wracking even for a man like him.

Tossing his keys on the coffee table, Scam let out a small sigh. But Sam seemed to think that he had been nervous for no reason, something he just couldn't understand.

"And what if they hadn't approved of me?" he asked, turning to her and throwing her a serious look as she had been going on and on the entire time during their drive back to his place about how he had been silly to be worried they wouldn't like him.

Sam just smiled at him and shook her head. "Impossible," she said firmly, her smile widening. "There is nooo way they wouldn't have approved of you."

"How can you be so sure?" Tim asked looking at her in confusion because he really didn't get how. Just because she loved him it didn't mean her parents would too automatically. If it was that easy then meeting "the parents" would never be as daunting of an experience as it was known to be, after all it was attested throughout history how many lovers had to separate or elope just because their parents didn't approve of their relationship and never would.

"You're too incredible," she said shortly leaving him to give her an expectant stare as if he just knew there was more to this than she was letting on. Squirming under his intense gaze, Sam gave up a quick moment later and blushed in a guilty manner. "…And I told my parents I couldn't live without you."

"…So why didn't you tell me that before I came over?" Scam asked as he looked at her pointedly. Had she told him she had done that then he would have felt a whole lot better about meeting them with the knowledge that they were very unlikely to turn him down and break their only daughter's heart. She had know that information would have made things a whole lot easier on him…why had she kept it a secret from him until now?

He was racking his brains trying to figure Sam's motives out until he heard her answer to his question.

"Well…I could have told you…" she started slowly, biting her lip as he looked at him with teasing eyes. "But you're cute when you're nervous," she smirked leaving him to roll his eyes as he finally got her reason for tormenting him like this. A reason he didn't like very much at all.

"You know," he said, looking at her sourly. "You're seeming less and less like the goody two-shoes I know and love."

Sam let out a giggle at his words before taking a slow step towards him. "I never claimed to be a saint Tim," she almost purred as she kept coming closer to where he stood. Stopping right before him with her hands placed on her hips, she smirked widely. "I have my bad side."

Scam scoffed. "Well if it's anything like my bad side…I may have to reconsider my marriage proposal."

Sam's eyes widened and she let out a loud gasp. "No way! That's a done deal, you can't take it back!" she screamed, slightly waving her left hand with the diamond ring he had placed on her finger about a year ago in front of his face as if to remind him that it was still there and going no where.

Scam only smirked at her looking thoroughly amused. "Oh I can't take it back?" he said, the smirk on his lips growing at least three inches as he stared at her with unblinking, unwavering eyes. "Remember who you are talking about here…Sammie," he whispered roughly sending shivers down her spine. "There isn't anything I can't do."

Sam bit her cheek as she listened to him, easily catching onto that small glimmer of darkness in his smooth, rich voice.

Instantly she remembered the man that made so many seemingly impossible things possible: deadly, metallic clones that could multiply themselves after touching just a hint of a person's DNA, mind control corsages, a device that could evaporate water with the simple press of a button - it was all a cinch, all child's play for him.

Feeling butterflies buzzing around in her stomach and her legs grow shaky, Sam could feel her cheeks grow hot as she just stared at him with awe filled, adoring eyes. No wonder she wanted him so badly. He was just so damn smart, so capable of anything and everything and he wasn't even in the dark about that. No he oozed confidence and charisma effortlessly.

A dreamy sigh left her as she thought about how much she admired him, admired everything about him, even that bad boy side that though technically gone was still very much a part of him. That need to always leave her speechless, always win, always be cryptic and mysterious and dark and hell even dangerous but in a sexy, controlling way. And it looked like it always would be.

No matter what it was clear that Tim Scam, her Tim Scam would always be a bit of a bad boy. So she might as well show him that she had a "bad girl" side too, just so he knew she was perfect for him in every way.

"Now don't make me go over to the dark side and kidnap you in a desperate attempt to make you mine, Tim," she said suddenly, in a low, dark whisper that rivalled Tim's signature "lazy, dark drawl" from his days as her enemy, the same voice he had just been using on her. The same voice that simply drove her over the edge.

Tim's eyes widened and his jaw slightly parted leaving Sam grinning at his clearly stunned reaction and she could tell he hadn't seen that coming.

But that didn't last long, and soon he was giving her a small frown. "You know I don't take kindly to women who force me to be theirs."

It didn't take Sam more than a second to realize he was talking about Sheila Vale, and for a second she wondered if she had made him uncomfortable by accidentally reminding him of that despicable woman. As much fun as playing the demanding bad girl was, she did not want him to ever think of that pathetic excuse for a human being ever again.

Knowing just what to say, Sam stepped forward and reached out towards him, taking his hand and holding it in hers and giving it a comforting squeeze. "I know that," she said, smiling. "But that would never be the issue between us even if I stole you away because…" A small blush lit up her cheeks as she looked into his sea-coloured depths. "You're already mine."

Sam watched his lips form a small smile and she smiled back, relieved he wasn't upset before speaking again. "But I have to admit…some part of me does enjoy the idea of stealing you away for real," she said leaving him raising his eyebrows at her.

"Does it really?"

"Mmhmm," Sam nodded her head and slowly led her free hand up to his chest where she began tracing it with her index finger absentmindedly, slowly outlining the muscular planes she could feel through his black shirt.

"I mean you're just this powerful, "no one messes with me and gets away with it" kinda guy…" Her eyes glanced back up into his with intent shining in them. "And for once I think I'd like to be the one in charge." She gave him a light poke in the centre of his chest and quirked an eyebrow. "You mister, have carried out quite a few evil plots on me."

"I never kidnapped you to make you my queen," he said shortly, letting her know this fake plan of hers to kidnap him to make him her king was nothing like he had done to her in the past so she couldn't use his past behaviour as a green light to go ahead with it.

But Sam just gave him a smack on the chest and bat her eyelashes. "Well that's your fault that you didn't think of it. I'm not going to suffer for that."

Scam let out a small chuckle knowing that Sam was just joking with him. She would have hated being forcefully taken to be a queen, in fact he distinctly remembered hearing about other villains who had done that to her friends in the past and the one time someone had done it to her. When she had told him about that, it had taken him all his willpower not to go after that clown and make him pay. Personally, he would never do anything so low as to force a girl against her will, villain or otherwise.

Tim broke out of his thoughts when he heard Sam actually making plans for when she forcefully took him as her king.

"Now when I steal you away to be my king…" she paused in thought. I'd keep you in my room…of course I'd have to keep you in chains so you wouldn't pull one of your infamous Houdini acts on me and run away. And I'd have to make sure the windows in my room were shatter-proof just to be safe…"

"…Is she serious?" Tim thought, shocked as he listened to her standing there and prattling on and on about this plan of hers that was seeming less and less like a fantasy she had made up on the spot to try and one-up him in their conversation and more and more like something that she had actually been planning out for quite some time.

"And I think I'll keep you shirtless," Sam smirked. "So I could fully appreciate your perfect form, I mean it's not like anyone else will get to see you anyway." Sam went on, enjoying how Tim's face was starting to look a little concerned despite him struggling not to react.

"And I'd give you books that I like so you could read to me in that lovely voice of yours…or I'd make you just talk to me for hours about you, I'd never get tired of that." Sam held her chin in a thoughtful way. "Now what else? Oh yea and you'd have to entertain me, I have lots of ideas on how you could entertain m-"

"I think I better marry you fast before you get too many ideas," Scam said cutting her off.

Sam only smirked at exactly where he'd chosen to stop her before she greeted him with a sly grin. "Aww, does the thought of living in a cage…not appeal to you?"

She watched his eyes go wide again and couldn't help but giggle at the fact that he actually looked a little daunted.

Having way too much fun to stop, Sam continued. "Oh come on!" She said cheerfully. "It would be a nice, cozy cage with black metal bars!" She gave him a wink. "I think those would suit your taste."

He just stared at her speechlessly as she kept talking.

"And it would be fully furnished with a king-sized bed, and a TV and a swimming pool and oh!" Sam's eyes lit up in excitement. "I'd also include a nice gym for you so you could you know, keep working out like you do every day and keep up that incredible physique. And I'd give you all your favourite food and of course I'll give you special treats when you are an exceptionally good b-

Scam cut her off by holding up his hand. "Yea, what was I saying about waiting until your cousin comes back from Paris for us to get married?" He shook his head. "Forget that, we're getting married as soon as possible," he grumbled.

Sam let out a long laugh at how much she had gotten to him with her act, before giving him a sincere smile. "But you know I'm just joking, right?… I'd never treat you like a possession." Picking up his hand again she held it tight and whispered gently. "I'd treat you with respect and admiration, the way you deserve to be treated by your wife. I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to, ever."

When her little speech came to an end, Scam smiled and brought his hand up to her face, cupping it and nuzzling her cheek softly. "Now there is the goody-goody Samantha I know and love," he said making her blush softly and look down at her feet in embarrassment.

Chucking to himself, Scam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

He held her that way for a few moments, stroking her hair and simply gazing at her face before he spoke again. "And I forgive you for not telling me about your talk with your parents, as long as you never make me nervous ever again just because you find it cute," he said, sounding repulsed.

Peeking up at him from within his embrace with a devious smile on her lips Sam whispered sneakily, "…Well I can't promise that."

Looking down at her with narrowed eyes, Tim muttered sounding annoyed, "Oh really?"

When she smirked he knew she meant it and he returned her smirk with one of his own. "Well in that case I guess you're going to have to resort to kidnapping to make me yours after all," he whispered smoothly looking at her with challenging eyes, as if daring her to actually pull this plan of her off.

"Good luck with finding a cage both my size, and one that will actually keep me in because darling…" he said, raising a forewarning eyebrow towards her, reminding her again of just who she was dealing with here; the man who no one could ever keep captive for long. "You're going to need it."

Sam's face went blank for a moment and she looked like she had given up. But just as he was about to rub his victory in her face she gave him a goofy grin. "…So does that mean if I do end up finding such a cage, you'll live in it?"

"…"

A moment later she burst out laughing when he let out a defeated groan and facepalmed at her response.


This one obviously takes place during the time Sam and Scam were engaged in The True Mission. There will be some mention of that time period in The True Motive too, just because it would have been a time in their lives when they had no icky people (Sheila, Michael, etc) to deal with whatsoever.

Good times lol.

Love,

Cresenta's Lark

P.S. My Christmas fic (there WILL be one this year for sure, my Halloween one will be up too, it's just really, really late. :( ) will be up soon! Hopefully in time for Christmas. Hopefully some of you are looking forward to that and will enjoy it when it's up.

It's been a long time since I did a longggggg one-shot, hasn't it? Well, it's time for another one. :P It's going to be a humour/romance story!

Bye for now!