Herro!

Some more Sam/Scam fluff for you guys today! This one is M-ish as it deals with the honeymoon… :P

I kinda wrote this to stay in the "writing zone" while I work on other bigger updates. I just didn't want to lose track again and go down the dark abyss of another writer's block. *shudders* x_x Well that and I am not feeling well and wanted my OTP to cheer me up so I made them! :P

Anyway I hope you like this!

Disclaimer: Totally Spies isn't mine. It should be ... but it ain't.


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The Newlywed Game


All the lights were turned out as the two occupants of the luxury suite remained tangled up in bed together in the dark. While he planted kisses against her sweaty collarbone, Scam could faintly hear his wife saying something to him but he paid little mind to it being way too distracted by her bare body that lay trapped under his own beneath the sheets.

"Clover called earlier..." he finally picked up a moment later and mumbled small "mmhmm" into her flesh never once even bothering to stop touching her or caring to look at her face as she tried to converse with him.

And because he didn't look up at her, he missed the disbelieving look Sam was regarding him with. Because she honestly couldn't believe him. They had been here in tropical paradise for days now, there was so much to see, so much to do, but regardless of that all he seemed to want to do was just one thing. And that was to fuck her endlessly. He had to have a stamina of a bull, she decided, for it to quite literally never run out.

Not that she minded that of course, she thought blushing hotly. But when Clover had called and posed the question of how she was enjoying her honeymoon so far, wanting to know what island sightseeing she had done, pictures she'd taken, and souvenirs she had bought- she would have had liked to have had something to answer with instead of how she had actually responded which was awkwardly going silent and then proceeding to blush in a manner resembling a sunburnt tomato frog when the blonde had expertly translated her non reply into an admission of guilt for the only one activity she had been doing thus far, nearly a week into her honeymoon.

And she didn't want a repeat of that conversation ever happening again for the sake of her own dignity which was why she had to get Tim to stop at least for a little while.

A gasp left her mouth and she bit her lip hard to keep from screaming out his name when he shifted course on top her, his head now moving beneath the covers as she felt his sizzling breath whisper along down the front of her body before moving to be in between her legs. Her face turning scarlet, she knew she couldn't let him do that or she'd lose all control.

Hastily reaching down and fishing his head out she caught her husband greeting her with a miffed look. His sea foam gaze was narrowed at her while the slightest of pouts was on his face. He was clearly not impressed at being interrupted from his favourite hobby and the look on his face made it clear he wanted to know why. Deciding to do this now while she had his attention she spoke again.

"She just wanted to ask how we were doing, and if we were enjoying being in Hawaii, and you know …" she shrugged. "What we've been up to and such…" she said while hoping and praying he'd catch her drift.

Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Scam just stared at her uninterestedly. Seriously? She was still on that subject? Why?

Staring back at her for a few he was unable to figure it out so he just returned her shrug with one of his own and muttered a dismissive, "That's nice of her babe," before pulling down the blanket some more and eyeing her breasts eagerly then proceeding to kiss on and around them leaving her to grip the sheets under her and shake her head to herself to stay on track.

Taking a deep breath in she decided to try a different approach because he simply wasn't getting it.

"Tim?" she started again unwilling to give up no matter how tempting he made that option.

"Hmm?" she heard him hum into her breast as he sucked on it contently while his eyes were closed in total relaxation.

"… Do you know how long we've been here?"

He didn't answer her, instead finishing doing whatever he wanted to to her left breast before crawling his mouth over to her right side to do the same but Sam stopped him by picking up his head again and making him look at her.

And when he did, again she ignored the smouldering look in his eyes that made it obvious that he didn't want to talk, that he only wanted her to let him keep doing what was doing and repeated her question for him once more, wanting him to give her an answer.

"I asked if you know how long we've been here?"

"I don't know, a few days?" he said hoping that was enough of an answer as he smirked and put his hands over where hers held his face, intent on pinning them to the headboard so that she wouldn't use them to disrupt him again only to be stopped when she held his face a little harder and didn't let go.

"Five days," she said firmly, telling him exactly how long it had been. "It's almost been a week Tim."

"…"

He stared at her speechlessly for a long moment giving her some sense of optimism that he was starting to understand why she was having this discussion. But all her hopes were dashed just a few seconds later when he grinned at her wolfishly and let out a low chuckle before seizing her with her hips and pulling her naked body flush against his own leaving her to gasp loudly in alarm.

"I guess the saying is true then," he retorted, giving her a devilish smirk and a wink as he brought his lips closer to her own speaking against them. "Time really does fly when you're having fun," he uttered huskily before claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

She let him kiss her for just a minute before she started twisting her body around in his embrace, trying to break free, realizing he had gotten entirely the wrong point.

"That's not where I was going with this," she muttered when the kiss finally ended and tugged his arms away from her waist while he fought to keep them exactly where they were wrapped around her tightly keeping her to him.

"Then where are you taking it Sammie?" he purred, pressing his face into her sternum and inhaling her scent in a way that made her shiver all over. "Just say it."

Decoding his words demanding her to say what she had to say as what they really were, and that was for her to just get it over with so that he could go back to ravishing her in peace and she could return to screaming out his name just the way he liked it, Sam rolled her eyes before continuing.

"Well we've been here for a week and all we've really done is … is …. stay inside," she paused, waiting for him to take the hint.

He didn't as she could tell when he just snuggled his face deeper into her chest and asked her what was so wrong with staying inside, sounding one hundred percent lost as to what her deal was.

She sighed and resisted the urge to groan loudly in frustration. For such an incredibly smart man, Tim Scam could be awfully dense sometimes. And right then she came to the conclusion that in order to get anywhere with him she would have to spell it out, get right to the point. Be totally blunt about it, just like him. It was the only way to deal with a guy like him.

"We haven't left this bed since you threw me on it like five minutes after we got here!" She finally shouted out, pushing him off of her and sitting up in the bed while switching on the bedside lamp.

Squinting his eyes at the sudden invasion of light entering them, Scam blinked for a few before looking at his wife who had by now pulled the blankets up all the way to her chin, covering her shoulders and sat with her back pressed against the headboard shielding herself from him entirely, something he didn't like one bit.

And as such he reached out to rip it off her only to have Sam frown and give him a death glare the likes of which she used to give him back when they used to be enemies leaving him to reluctantly retract his hand back and sigh.

Running a hand down his face in vexation he looked at Sam tiredly as he whined. "And there's something wrong with that? We are on our honeymoon darling, this is kinda what we're supposed to be doing," he explained quickly before reaching out to take her in his arms again.

But Sam sternly shook her head no and stopped him from grabbing her by pushing her hands up against his chest to keep some distance between him and herself. Ignoring his sigh which was even more annoyed sounding this time, she went on.

"I know that, but it would be nice if we could go out once in a while and see the resort a bit. You know maybe catch a movie, go surfing, swim in the ocean maybe. You know?" She said, raising an eyebrow at him as if trying to tell him the possibilities outside were endless. "Do some island stuff?"

Listening to her list of activities the she wanted to do over making love with him, he nodded along pretending to weigh the options while knowing full well that none of them were appealing to him. Not right now anyway.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested in doing island things, he was an outdoors kinda guy and always had been. But right now all he wanted to do was get as much intimacy as he could with his misuses. WOOHP had only granted them this time off to celebrate their wedding and once the month was over it would be back to having Jerry interrupt their lives at any given second with a mission or other spy duties.

So he wanted to make the most of this time they had together just to be with each other before they had to go back to Los Angeles and their regular lives. Why couldn't his beloved Samantha see that?

Sighing at the expectant look Sam was looking at him with, he gave her a small smile and gently stroked her hair lovingly. "Alright fine …" he said sauntering closer to her and planting a kiss against her ear before speaking into it. "We'll do something tomorrow okay?" he said hoping that would be enough for her before he began nipping at her earlobe and pulling her down on the bed to lay with him again.

Unfortunately her voice halted him once more.

"Why do we have to wait until tomorrow?" she asked making him sigh yet again before he pointed out to her that it was night time now and Sam knew he was saying that to make her change her mind about leaving their room because it being dark out meant that most island actives had ended until tomorrow. But she wasn't about to give up so easily.

Poking his shoulder as he planted a row of open mouthed kisses down her throat she spoke again. "We could take a long walk on the beach under the moonlight," she suggested only for him to object once more.

"It's raining," he whispered remaining securely in his place on top of her but jerking his other shoulder to direct her attention to the balcony window of their oceanfront room to show her he wasn't lying about that. Nature was indeed on his side here.

Her gaze landing on the window Sam was easily able to see purple bolts of lightning streaking across the sky from time to time as drops of rain softly pelted against the glass. It was pouring out.

Hearing her finally go silent Tim inwardly smirked thinking that he'd made his point and this was over and dealt with. But hearing her let out an upset sounding sigh he decided to try to cheer her up by kissing her forehead and hugging her. "Tomorrow Sammie. We'll do whatever you want, oka-"

"Wait! There is still one thing we can do!" she said suddenly making him groan loudly as he wondered to himself what was on her mind now. He thought he'd won this battle but apparently not.

Shaking his head to himself he grumbled under his breath in annoyance knowing that sometimes, just sometimes he almost hated that she was so smart and so darn stubborn, so much like him because unfortunately that meant that he couldn't talk her down and persuade her as nearly as easily as he could others.

"What?" he nearly snapped, although hesitant to hear her reply when he noticed how hyper she was meaning she must have (as he feared) figured out an idea that actually worked.

It only took her a split second to roll out from under him, with the sheet held up to her chest to cover herself and stand up after that. "We can dress up and go down to the hotel dining room and have dinner!" she announced, sounding so proud of herself for coming up with this despite his multitudinous protestations.

"Why?" Tim inquired, rubbing his hands through his hair and messing it up more as his irritation only mounted higher and higher. Why did she want to leave the cozy comfort of their room just to eat a meal?

"We can just order room service…" he suggested knowing it made sense. It would after all be the exact same food. But Sam only shook her head at him knowing that if they once again ordered room service then he'd just keep her in bed. And as such she countered his point with a simple statement.

"Because I want to," she smirked, adding in that it was her honeymoon too when she saw him open his mouth to try and change her mind. "Sooo we're going down to eat now so go get dressed, kay?"

He didn't move from his spot on the bed and just looked at her as hungry as ever making it apparent that the only appetite he had right now was for her and only her.

"But darling-" she heard him purr and she couldn't help but notice how adorable he was when he didn't get his way, something which he had a lifelong habit of getting clearly. Bending down a little she touched his cheek affectionately and gave him a small peck on the lips as a consolation prize before she stepped back and smirked at him impishly.

"Let's just say that you're not going to get any more of what you're after unless I get what I want first."

And as if to drive her point into his thick skull, she let the sheet she had on drop to the floor at her feet and put her hands on her hips, straightening her back up and pushing out her chest while rocking a little from side to side for him all the while smirking at him harder and showing him what he was delaying not getting his hands on by not getting up to get dressed as she'd told him to.

Watching her do that, Scam couldn't help but be a little thrown off at how sexy Sam was when she was being all bossy and calling the shots, something that normally he was the one always doing.

But in the back of his mind he knew she was only standing there like that all bold, daring to do this to him because she knew she was safe. Because she knew he wouldn't force himself on her no matter how badly he felt like it right now, how much he itched to just to leap off this bed, lunge at her, and just take her.

The reason she loved him was because he was sadly more of a gentleman than that. And honestly it wasn't even that which was stopping him from giving in to his natural instincts. No it was more a matter of his ego. The fact that he himself knew he deserved better than having to accept her not wanting him and having to resort to forcing himself. He ought to have her always willing … which left him with only one option. And that was giving in.

Sighing heavily and rowdily he at long last got off the bed. "Fine!" he spit out as he moved to go to the bathroom and freshen up and then find something to wear to dinner and Sam silently giggled at his exasperated face while she quickly picked up the phone and made a reservation for two for them for a half hour later.

With that done Sam quickly walked into the second bathroom to take a quick shower, glad that this suite had two full baths or Tim would never let her finish getting dressed.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged clean and feeling refreshed in her towel and walked towards the wardrobe to pick out a dress. She smiled being excited to finally get a chance to dress up and wear one of the outfits she had bought for her honeymoon even if it was just to dinner.

A moment later her eyes lit up when she found one she had been dying to wear and took it off its hanger carrying it with her back to the bathroom to go put on while never once noting that her husband had returned.

He watched her from his spot with predatory eyes narrowed at her as she swayed her hips as she walked away with that bounce in her step and smile on her face. His eyes landed on the dress in her hands and he let out a low growl just as she escaped from his vision behind the bathroom door.

She was trying to torture him on purpose, he was convinced of that now. Why else would she choose that dress? His favourite color (black) and one that had an entire lace up back and would show enticing amounts of her skin to him?

Tossing the towel he wore wrapped around his waist on the bed's covers he walked over to his own closet and looked for a suit knowing the faster this dinner was over, the faster he could get her back into bed. He was sorting through the suits with less than a little care given as to which one he ended up wearing when he paused suddenly when an idea came to mind.

If Samantha wanted to torture him … there was no reason why he couldn't return the favour. After all he never was the type of guy to just give up on what he wanted until he got it and he still really didn't want to go down to dinner. No he wanted to stay put right here and have his wife all to himself behind the privacy of closed doors where he could do whatever he wanted to her and that was it. His stance on that had not budged one bit.

But, he thought smirking now, he could always just pretend that he was going to give her what she wanted and meanwhile plot to not give it to her. He hadn't once been a criminal mastermind for nothing now had he?

The smirk set on his lips became more sinister as he knew just what to do now. Humming to himself, his spirits now raised he grinned when his eyes landed on the right suit and he picked it up and went to change into it knowing this was bound to have his intended effect on his wife.


Sweeping the eyeliner brush towards the edge of her eyelid, Sam waited a few seconds before opening her eye. She smiled brightly when she noticed this eye had come out perfect on her first attempt too. Now finished with her makeup she took a moment to just look at herself in the mirror and she had to say that she looked pretty glamorous right now.

Her winged eyeliner had come out perfect and the shade of red lipstick she wore complimented her black dress perfectly. She was almost all ready to go. All she had to do now was put on the necklace she had picked to pair with her earrings.

"Ready to go?" She heard Tim's voice from behind her and she realized he must be ready too.

"Almost!" she said cheerfully as she opened the velvet case her necklace was in. "I just need to put this on and then I'm all done."

Picking it up she was about to put it on when he stopped her, taking it out of her hands instead. "Allow me," he said and Sam smiled as he gently pushed her hair over her shoulder and helped her put her necklace on.

But her mouth couldn't help but go dry the second his fingers made contact with her skin and she found herself holding her breath when he slowly leaned back against him a little as he placed the necklace around her neck.

As she was sitting down and still facing the mirror in front of her she couldn't see Tim's face or much of him at all. She could just feel the heat of his body kissing hers and smell his cologne. Breathing it in she felt her eyelids flutter at the intoxicating scent. She never could figure out just which one he wore but its fragrance combined with the natural scent of his body always seemed to put her senses into instant overdrive and made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

And she couldn't help but bite her lower lip when she felt his fingertips run against her collarbone making sure the necklace sat perfectly against her neck. Her eyes almost closed at the feeling and she soon found herself tilting her head just a little to nuzzle her cheek against the warmth of his hands as they moved against her.

"There, done. Okay now let's go," he said a few seconds later, giving her shoulders a little squeeze before reaching for her hand to help pull her up to her feet. She felt his hand slowly travel down from her shoulder to her back. His palm came down in a straight line lazily roaming over her shoulder blades and tracing the arches found there, caressing the flesh that peeked out from under the lace ties all the way down her spine to the small of her back before running across her butt, then the side of her hip, before locating her hand which was sitting in her lap.

He slowly laced his fingers together with hers and Sam found herself squirming a little in her seat and suddenly feeling very hot from how badly the butterflies in her belly were buzzing around now.

And that sensation only got worse when he pulled her up and turned her around letting her see him. The moment her eyes fell on him they widened and her jaw parted in awe.

Tim looked amazing. No he looked more than amazing. He looked like a million dollars standing there dressed to the nines wearing her favourite suit of his, with everything being dark black right down to his tie, a color that completely meshed with his aura of danger and mysteriousness and smiling at her charmingly with his flawlessly dazzling smile.

Scam said nothing as he kept smiling at her, letting her keep staring at him and get her fill. Because he could see the look in her eyes, the wanting in them rapidly spreading like a wildfire there as she kept looking at him up and down and down and up.

And he knew he had her attention all to himself. To put it simply the only way she could look any more aroused than she was right now would be if she literally had drool dripping right out of her mouth.

Pleased with the results of phase one of his plan he finally broke the silence with, "Ready to go?"

"Huh?" Sam said a few seconds later sounding utterly disconnected from reality. She hadn't heard what he'd said but she figured it out a moment later and nodded slowly. "Oh … yea I am," she answered slowly and softly.

"Good," he said stifling his need to smirk as he reached out and pushed a loose lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingertips taking a full minute to stroke her there as he did that while his other hand, the one that was holding hers in it started to massage her knuckles with his thumb over and over tenderly but firmly.

"You look breathtaking," he said next and Sam meant to say something back. To tell him thanks and say that he looked just as incredible. But for some reason all she could was just continue to gawk at him wordlessly in a complete state of dazedness and take in just how handsome her husband was, so much that she never wanted to stop looking at him.

She noticed his eyes close halfway as he came closer to her and she realized he was leaning in to kiss her. Instantly her mouth watered as she stepped towards him as well, keen to bridge the gap between their lips.

Scam eyed her glossed lips and waited for just the right second, for her to close her eyes fully in anticipation of their kiss. Their noses brushed together and Sam could now almost taste his lips on hers. She smiled waiting for their lips to come together-

Only for him to suddenly pull back from her entirely leaving her feeling as cold as ice. Confused she opened her eyes to find him standing there now more than a few feet from her and giving her an apologetic look and then he spoke in an even more sorry sounding tone.

"Sorry, I forgot," he coughed nervously. "I can't do that."

"Can't …. do what?" Sam whispered still disoriented from how close he had been to her just seconds before he'd hauled himself away. And in the back of her mind she wondered when he would stop having that effect on her. After their honeymoon? On their first marriage anniversary? The fifth one maybe?

But something in her gut told her that the answer to that was never. That he would never stop making her feel the way that he did. She was pulled from those thoughts with his answer to her query.

"Kiss you … You said I couldn't."

"…"

Sam stayed silent for a long moment after that as she tried to figure out what on earth he was going on about. When had she told him that? She couldn't remember ever saying that unless…

Her eyes widened as she realized what he must be talking about and she shook her head to herself at how extremely dramatic he could be at times.

"I said we couldn't have sex … for now," she explained, feeling silly having to do so in the first place because it should have been obvious that she wasn't banning it for life or something (she wouldn't be able to live with that any more than him).

Walking over to where he stood she looked at him lovingly while reaching out and pulling him closer to her with his shoulder. "I never said you couldn't kiss me Tim."

But he only pulled away from her arms again and shook his head back at her stubbornly. "You basically did," he called out as he moved to walk away only to have his wife stop him by grabbing his elbow with a tighter grip to stop him from running away from her like that.

"When did I say that?!" she demanded to know looking at him pointedly. Her frustration could now be felt rolling off her body in waves but he took no mercy on her, simply shrugging and informing her that no kissing was kind of logically part of the no sex deal and pulling out of her grasp yet again.

"How?!" her heard her ask, sounding incensed and he didn't even look at her as he informed her "it" always tended to start with a kiss so that it was just safer for them not to even go there.

Hearing her go silent at that he smirked evilly, his back to her before he turned to look at her with a fake smile as he moved towards the door leading out of their suite and unlocked it. "Sweetie do you have the keys in your purse or do you want me to-"

"That's ridiculous!" Sam snapped emphatically. "We can totally kiss without it leading to-"

"I don't think we ca-" Scam started to disagree only to be cut off by her once more.

"Well I do!" She snarled.

"Well I don't!" He argued back.

"Tim!" he heard her rage, her voice getting much louder and he inwardly chuckled to himself at just how well his Sammie played into his hands just like a puppet on a string.

Keeping his face impassive he "changed" the subject again by glancing at his watch and pointing out to her that they were getting late to head downstairs. But Sam didn't seem to give a damn about that as she was too focused on the path he'd set her on just as he'd anticipated.

He of course knew Sam inside out and was well aware that she didn't like to be wrong (another way in which they were eerily alike). Too bad for her though, he thought smirking again as he heard her rant about why it was entirely possible for them to kiss without taking it further in the background of his private thoughts, because if she kept taking the bait he'd laid like she was right now then she'd be proven wrong for sure.

Completely ignoring her words saying that a simple kiss wasn't going to make them late for dinner he opened the door into the hallway. "Let's go. We have to go," he said, agitating her further when he dared to actually take a step outside of the room while she was still trying to get through to him.

"Tim?!" She screamed from behind him sounding nothing less than outraged. "Get back here!"

But he only looked at her over his shoulder and said a firm "no" before stepping out entirely and walking down the hall leaving her huffing and puffing behind him.

Feeling steam coming of her ears Sam immediately stomped outside after him not even locking the door behind her because she was going to be coming back. And so was he.

Scam had only gotten a few steps away from their room because he had been walking slow on purpose. And he smirked, delighted with phase two of his three part plan coming to fruition when he heard his wife's angry steps catching up to him, the sound of her stiletto heels clicking against the floor behind him.

And in his head he counted down her arrival.

"Three…two… one." Just as he reached the end of his countdown he felt her hand aggressively grab hold of his wrist before she began pulling him back to their room while he pretended to be lost and confused by her behavior and ask her over and over why they were going back instead of downstairs like they were supposed to.

Just a few minutes later the door to their suite was locked shut and he was shoved against it by his dear wife who was still fuming. And before he could get even a word in she put her hands on either side of his head, leaned right up against him and said, "Kiss me."

"Hmm?" he said playing dumb and staring back at her innocently with his pretty sea foam eyes looking at her all clueless as if he didn't even know what those words even meant.

Grasping his shoulders, her nails almost clawing at him now Sam spoke even more urgently, "I SAID KISS ME!"

But he just sighed and shook his head telling her that he couldn't because she told him not to and raised her hands up with a shrug as if to say this wasn't his fault, that his hands were tied and he was just honouring her decision like a good husband would.

And watching him do that now fed up to the maximum with his antics , Sam reached up, grabbed hold of his head, pulled it down swiftly, and kissed him herself.

At first he didn't kiss her back, choosing to keep tormenting her for payback and enjoying being the tease that he was. But slowly he returned her kiss knowing that as much fun as it was to play with her, he had to to complete the last step of his scheme.

Opening his mouth to hers and deepening the kiss while gripping her hair at the back of her head, pulling at the roots and drawing her face closer to his own he devoured her lips while his other hand moved down her body and slowly traced up against the long slit in her dress pushing the fabric apart slowly and feeling her leg on his way up.

He could feel the temperature of her skin rising under his fingers and her skin melting like hot wax as she moaned against his mouth over and over. He felt her hands press against his chest and grip at him there trying to bring him even closer to her even though there was already no space to speak of between their bodies.

And when the kiss ended some forty-five seconds later, they were both left feeling breathless, high, and dizzy. His hands were now both under the fabric of her dress, curled around her butt while hers were bunched up messily in his shirt which was now half unbuttoned due to her pulling at it during their making-out.

Sam's eyes dark and swirling with lust became fixated on his chest, on the muscular planes that rippled there as desperate desire started to burn inside her. But she told herself no. No she couldn't do this. She couldn't go back on her word or she'd be a hypocrite and Tim would act like a complete ass and happily remind her of that. She could hear his voice now ringing in her ears, already mocking her.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath in, ignoring how his heady scent only clouded up her brain more when she did that and frantically tried to fight off her severe yearning for him, to try and dismiss it as just a moment of weakness and nothing more.

Finding herself failing in doing that she snapped her eyes open and quickly began to do up the buttons of his shirt to cover him up, thinking that might help her regain restraint of herself.

But the moment she tried to do that she felt him place his hands over hers and stop her. Freezing in place she took a shaky breath in before lifting her gaze up to his face only to find him staring back at her with the sexiest bedroom eyes she was sure were possible.

His gaze was half lowered and darkened, the very depiction of lust, and a very slight smirk was tugging at the edge of his mouth as if silently taunting her and saying:

"You don't really want to leave this room do you? No, you know what you really want. You want ME … So why fight it?"

And Sam found that she just couldn't take it anymore. To hell with dinner and what she'd say to Clover whenever she called next. She could even handle him being a jerk to her later on about this which he inevitably would. The only thing she couldn't handle was not having him right this second.

Letting out a growl much like a lioness about to pounce she finally caved in, leant up on her tiptoes and pushed her mouth to his in another kiss. Moving her hands down his chest she pushed his suit jacket off of it and fumbled speedily with the remaining unopened buttons of his shirt just as he brought his hands to her back and expertly untied the strings at the back of her dress, bringing it down and letting it hang loosely off her frame.

Her hands went into his hair pulling at his cropped, chestnut strands just as his arms moved down to her hips and plastered her to himself, moulding their bodies together as he swung her away from the door and walked her backwards towards the bed while kissing her mercilessly.

Soon they both fell back on the mattress once more with her dress, his suit, her bra, his boxers, and her panties following suit and landing on various parts of the floor mere seconds later. And then their bodies transformed from two into one all over again.


Sticking her head out of the blankets and panting repeatedly Sam blushed as she tried to bring her breathing and heart rate down. The maddening rush of passion she had felt before was calmer now as it had been spent and now that she could think clearly again she looked over her shoulder behind her at the illuminated wall clock to check the time.

Her eyes bulged when she noticed that just over an hour had passed and right on cue she heard Tim's voice speak up from under her.

"Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news, love…" he murmured amused as he lay there basking in the afterglow of the incredible sex they had just had, tracing her naked thigh back and forth and wiping away the sweat coating it as she sat on top of him still straddling him from the last position they had ended up in their latest lovemaking session. "But we missed our dinner reservation."

Sighing Sam sealed her eyes in agony for a second. Yup there it was, Tim's predictable asshole moment about winning with her yet again. She could hear just how much apology there was in his voice right now, none whatsoever. There was only smugness and it made her want to kick him and she would have done just that if it wasn't for one of two things.

One, her not being able to feel her legs right now as they felt like hot goo much like the rest of her body and two, her remembering her part in this. Sadly he wasn't entirely to blame, something she knew he'd use against her like a weapon if she even so much as tried to hold him solely responsible for her failed dinner plans.

Blushing harder at her shared guilt in how things had turned out she moved and slowly got off of her husband, sore but satisfied as hell and lay down next to him among the disarrayed bed sheets. Making herself comfortable she laid her head on his bare chest and doodled on it while mumbling, "Tomorrow Tim. Tomorrow we're going out," she swore determinedly, pausing to poke him with her index finger and look at him with a pout. "You promised remember?"

"Of course Sammie," Scam said kissing her forehead lazily and wrapping his arm around her shoulders to bring her closer to him. But when she felt his lips twitch into a smirk against her skin she knew he was trying to tell her that even tomorrow it wasn't going to happen no matter how hard she tried.

Too worn out to battle with him over tomorrow's plans for now she just cuddled her body into his, planting lingering kisses against his chest, and listening to his heartbeat thumping soothingly against her ear. She was about to close her eyes and doze off when she felt him suddenly pull away from her and sit up in the bed. Then a moment after that she watched him get up, locate his pants, dust them off, and put them on.

Wondering why he was doing that now as there was no point anymore she asked him what he was up to. Turning back to her he shrugged and answered with, "Well someone has to get the door."

Why, she was about to ask only for her question to be answered when she heard the words "ROOM SERVICE" being called out from the other side of the door.

Whipping her head back around to look at her husband Sam regarded him with narrowed eyes. "When did you order room service?" She asked knowing he had to have been the one do it as he had been the one getting dressed to answer the door.

"When you told me to go change," he replied as he found his shirt on the carpet and pulled it on.

Blinking slowly as she tried to make sense of this she only felt herself become further lost. She had made their dinner reservation before he had left to go change, he knew she had … so why would he order room service then despite that?

Her mystery was solved seconds later as Tim gave her a large smirk, big enough to display his perfect, white teeth to her. "Let's just say Sammie…" he drawled rolling his shoulders back smoothly as he buttoned up his shirt halfway, a look like the cat just swallowed the canary now on his face. "I had a feeling we'd miss our dinner reservation."

Watching realization slowly dawn upon her face as she sat there dumbstruck, he chuckled when a gasp left her and her jaw finally hit the floor.

He then winked at her slyly pushing all her buttons at once and soon a pillow was thrown full force towards him, aimed like a projectile at his head.

He dogged it just barely as he went to fetch their dinner while never for a second being able to stop laughing at Sam's red face.


I can't write short things I swear, I'm cursed or something. x_x

Anyway I hope y'all liked this! I know I had fun writing it!

Oh and if anyone would like me to attempt a Halloween story this year PLEASE let me know in your review or however! I haven't done a holiday oneshot in years and it's a lot of work to get into so I'd like to at least feel like people would be interested before I get into it. ^-^

Love always,

C.