Comp issues and boredom/panic due to coronavirus has been bogging down my mood so I've been writing to lift my spirits. This little snippet popped into my mind so I thought why not post it since it was easy to finish. ^_^
Also it snowed in my neck of the woods so I guess I also got the idea from there?
Disclaimer: If I ever DO get my hands on TS (Currently it is not mine) the first thing I will do is write an ep where Sam/Scam get married. Or have babies. Or get married AND have babies. *nods*
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A Little Fantasy
He squinted his eyes struggling to see through the blizzard that would not spare them even inside the shelter of the small cave that he and his Mrs. had taken refuge in.
They'd successfully apprehended their baddie but as a dying effort, he'd decided to go out with a bang. He'd surprised them with a little invention he'd affectionately called "The Cold-Maker". With the push of a button the temperature around them had drastically dropped to the point where they could feel the blood in their veins solidify into ice. Then to make it worse massive sheets of snow and sleet fell from the skies above.
It had already been cold as hell up in the arctic where they'd been sent, the last thing they'd needed was a winter storm.
Coughing violently, Scam craned his head around to look for his wife. Luckily he found her with some ease, her red hair sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the dull gray of the rocks and the white of the snow.
She lay there curled up into a ball and shuddering violently, her skin pale and her teeth chattering. And his eyes widened in horror when he saw how her eyelids seemed to flutter as if she was contemplating letting herself fall asleep which would prove to be a lethal mistake if she gave into that urge.
"Come on Sammie, stay with me!" He called out, urging the woman to listen who only groaned in discomfort in reply.
"Sam!" He screamed again as he battled to get through to her. With much effort he bared his strength and pulled himself closer to where she was, half crawling and half rolling to bridge the distance.
He reached her just a few minutes later and immediately put his body over hers as a protective shield from the hail.
"Sam? Sam are you okay? Say something!" He begged as he shook her to try and snap her out of her slumber.
It worked at least a little as she moaned again telling him she was still awake. Needing her to hang on, he spoke to her firmly. "WOOHP is on the way. We're going to get out of here okay? It's just going to take some time."
"How much?" Sam mumbled sleepily, opening her eyes halfway to look at him with fleeting hope. But when he told her it would be around twenty to thirty minutes she let out a frustrated mewl and shook her head with what little strength she had left.
"I can't hang on that long Tim. It's ... it's just too cold. I'm sorry …" She murmured clutching the cloth of his black shirt with her shaking fingers before closing her eyes once more.
Although he couldn't disagree with that because he could hardly feel his own body right now it was that frozen but regardless he couldn't allow her to let go. They'd sworn they'd be together for life and he was not about to lose her so easily.
"Hey..." Scam whispered taking her in his arms the best he could while being pelted with snow still and holding her tight to try and lend her the warmth he no longer really had inside him.
"We've been in worse situations remember?" He reminded her of everything they'd fought and endured standing side by side as one. "And we've always made it through. Babe, this is nothing."
But Sam just shook her head again communicating that she really didn't think that this was nothing.
Realizing he needed a different approach, he thought long and hard for a moment before getting an idea. Back in the days when he was on the run from WOOHP, as strong as he'd been, sometimes even he'd feel like it was the end for him. In those dark moments he'd had to find his own source of light. A fantasy to make himself feel better. And maybe that was just what his Samantha needed right now.
A little fantasy to distract her from their current, bleak reality.
"Imagine that we're not here ..." Scam started narrating to her while keeping her as snug to himself as he could, his hand rubbing circles into her back and massaging it to soothe her as he did so. "Imagine that we're in a tropical paradise. Bora Bora, Hawaii, Aruba ..."
Tim did his best to name all the retreats he knew she loved but felt disheartened when she didn't seem to respond at all to his words. And he found himself sighing knowing that as much as he was trying, this would never work if she didn't take part.
"No, our island..." He heard Sam suddenly suggest just when he was about to give up and he smiled feeling relieved, glad to have gotten her interest with this little role-play of his.
Now all he had to do was keep it going until Jerry arrived and they were rescued.
"Yes our island," Scam nodded, nuzzling his face into her shoulder. "We've just arrived there and it's in the afternoon."
Carefully he painted a picture for her with his descriptive words.
"The sun is shining bright and it's hot. We can feel its golden rays being soaked up into our skin. And everywhere we look seems to glow under its light. The brown and white sand is warm and feels wonderful under our bare toes."
"Mmmm ..." Sam moaned, seeming to start to picture herself in that situation now as the corners of her dry, chapped lips pulled up into the slightest of smiles.
Seeing it, he continued drawing her deeper into his mirage.
"The air is clean and the wind is humid but still pleasant ..."
As he said that he moved his face so that the tip of his nose rested against her forehead and the breaths he took afterwards kissed her face as though they were the gusts of tropic wind that the climate of that island heaven of theirs was famous for.
She purred a little bit at the ticklish but blissful feeling and snuggled herself closer into his chest.
"And?" Sam asked seeming a lot more awake now as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "What are we doing there? Are we laying in a hammock together listening to nature's sounds? Or are we taking a long swim in the ocean? Or —"
"We're talking a walk," Tim answered for her, remembering how much Sam loved doing that whenever they went there. With his left hand he reached down and held onto her right one just like she always would hold his tight when they strolled together along the perimeter of their private oasis.
"Are the Freesia's in bloom?" Sam asked about her favourite exotic flower. She just loved studying its pure ivory petals and taking in its sweet perfumed smell whenever they dropped by the island in the summer months.
"Yes they are," Tim responded stroking her hair with his free hand and then around her ear as if pretending to tuck one of those flowers behind it as he had habit of doing. "And so are the Nemesias and Crocosmias."
Sam couldn't help but imagine the vibrant colors of those blossoms as he named them; yellow, orange, brown, pink, red, and lavender-blue. Her nose also wiggled as if taking in their vanilla and saffron scents.
"Hmm ... What are we wearing?" Sam requested more small details and he obliged providing them to her.
"You're wearing your favourite white monokini; the same you wore on our honeymoon. Sandals that you bought on a recent shopping trip with Clover, sunglasses, and that ridiculous, over-sized, straw, sunhat that you love so much but can barely keep balanced on your head because it keeps flopping over —"
Hearing her laugh at that because she'd caught the frustration in his tone when he said it, clearly remembering the one time it had smacked him in the face when it flew off her head and had made him grunt like a startled horse, he rolled his eyes at her amusement before proceeding.
"And I'm—"
"Shirtless," Sam decided grinning a little. "You're in a pair of dark shorts and nothing else."
Scam's eyebrows rose at her depiction of him in this daydream but he let her run with it as she took over telling the story now.
"You're talking about something or the other and I'm listening but I'm distracted by how handsome you are. I wonder to myself how lucky I had been to have my Jetpack Backpack malfunction that fateful day and land on this island where you were hiding. To get a chance away from everyone and everything and get to know you, really know you ... and fall in love with you."
Her face pressed itself into his torso as her grip on him tightened and she let out a dreamy sigh now fully absorbed in the enticing fantasy he'd weaved.
"And I get so caught up in my thoughts that I trip over a rock and go straight into the water. As you help fish me out, flustered I make up an excuse about my sandals being the reason I fell. You being the gentleman that you are don't hesitate to pick me up. You scoop me up in your arms and carry me back inside our island home. You hear me sneezing, and realizing that I'm feeling cold you walk me right to our bedroom and then —"
"...Are you two alright?"
It was Jerry's familiar voice, full of concern and worry that finally lulled Sam from her dazed trance. Her eyes snapped open and she was surprised to see him and a team of WOOHP agents now standing before her.
Blinking disoriented, Sam wondered how they had gotten here so quickly. Tim had said it was going to take them at least a half hour.
But the more Jerry explained to them the more she realized that it hadn't just taken them the 30 or so minutes they'd earlier stated but actually much, much longer.
An hour to be exact, yet for her the time had just flown by as though it had been literal seconds. She hadn't felt any of those 60 minutes tick by, nor had she noticed when the horrible blizzard they'd been combating had completely died down.
Somehow all she had processed was the adventure that Tim had taken her on with his voice and gentle caresses alone.
Stunned she glanced his way to find him giving her a little wink, something Jerry missed as he fussed over them endlessly making sure they were both safe and sound.
When he'd wrapped them both in heavy, thermal coats he quickly led them out of the cave's entrance with a smile on his lips. "Let's get you two home and warmed up shall we?"
Nodding their heads they slowly followed behind Jerry but as he walked, Scam couldn't help but notice how quiet his wife was. And when he glanced at her he found her looking almost bummed out.
And he had some idea why. They had after all been interrupted in their little fantasy just as it had been getting to the best part.
Sauntering closer to her so that the side of his body was brushing her own he whispered but only loud enough for Sam's ears to hear him.
"Don't worry Sammie. WOOHP's taking us home but I'll make sure to be the one who warms you up."
Sam's face caught flame as she caught his drift and seeing how red she became he smirked widely as she continued to tease her.
"That was how your fantasy was going to end right? With me taking you into our bedroom and then..." He trailed off giving her a knowing look along with a wiggle of his brown eyebrows which were still tinged with frost.
Turning her head away from his to control her rampant blushing Sam took a deep breath, slightly scolding herself for the words that had somehow shamelessly left her mouth not five minutes ago before shaking her head.
"No!" She lied embarrassed, not wanting to admit to him that yes she had been thinking of that.
But unfortunately for her, he knew her too well and so he just leaned himself closer to her unphased by her denial as he whispered once again right inside her ear.
"... Liar."
And the hot blush of guilt that coated her cheeks this time confirmed to him that yes he'd been right...
That was exactly what she had fantasized about.
Will probs have more things up since being bored to tears makes me wanna write lol. Guess we'll see! In the meantime, I hope you guys liked this!
Stay safe and I'll see you next time! :)
Love,
Cresenta
