Wow it's been a while since I wrote one of these. x_x

About time I do another one so here we are!

I wanted to take a minute to say a quick thank you to everyone who has faved this collection of snippets! I spent a few minutes rubbing my eyes (no lie) when I saw we'd hit 60 because I never thought these random Sam/Scam moments that wandered into my brain from time would get THIS much love. So I'm just feeling really grateful right now. Thanks so much! ^_^

Disclaimer: Totally Spies does not belong to me. Sadly I have no say in this. *sigh*


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His Black T-shirt


"Hey."

Sam smiled to herself as she watched him pause in patting down his chest with a towel after his nightly shower to wave back at her from the other end of the video call.

"So how's it going?" Tim asked setting the phone face-up on the edge of the bathroom sink. Making sure the towel around his waist was secure he then grabbed up another to start drying his dripping chestnut brown hair.

She didn't answer him right away, choosing to focus on the pleasing visual of his shirtless, damp, towel-clad body until he was done with his hair and could see her again.

"Fun. Super duper fun!" Sam enthusiastically described the absolute blast she'd been having with Clover, Alex, and Britney at the 3 day music festival to her husband. "You're seriously missing out on a great show Tim."

"But I thought Teensicle was performing," He replied without missing a beat, smirking back at her teasingly.

Sam rolled her eyes and huffed even though she was hardly surprised that he'd said that. They'd had this discussion many times before and always ended up having to agree to disagree. As similar as they were to one another in so many aspects, their musical tastes were miles apart. Aside from the classical concertos she appreciated due to their timeless quality, she was a rap fan through and through while he preferred classic rock. Tim praised artists like Aerosmith and Van Halen while she wholeheartedly adored M.C. Diaper Rash (1) and Teensicle, both of whom she'd tried to get him to listen to and he had actually plugged his ears and begged her for mercy.

Regardless she couldn't help but defend her choices and try and change his mind.

"Ugh, whatever Tim!" She ranted while he brushed his teeth, flossed, and gargled some mouthwash. "This is a must see show! Teensicle is like totalllllly performing their hottest songs at this concert!"

"Oh you mean Love Omelette?" Tim snorted after grinning widely into the beveled mirror of their mansion's restroom to inspect his pearly whites. As he disposed of the flossing thread he easily remembered the ridiculous track title of the group's latest so-called "hit" from the one hundred and one times she'd mentioned she'd been listening to it. Seriously, who called a song THAT?

"I'll pass, thanks."

Sticking her tongue out at him, Sam listened to him chuckle as he made his way from the bathroom to the bedroom. He turned on the bedside lamp and placed the phone on the table leaving her alone for a minute. She heard the dresser door open and some rustling sounds coming from it before Tim came back into view. In the dim lighting she could see that he was now dressed in his sweats as he sat down on the mattress and picked up the phone again to continue their conversation.

"Getting ready for bed huh?" Sam asked as she watched him getting cozy under the covers of their king-sized, canopy bed.

"Mmhmm," He replied as he pulled the black blankets up to cover his lower half. "I'm such a good husband aren't I, Sammie? I mean some men go willllld partying when their wives go out of town and here I am just sticking to my usual routine."

"Yea, you're such a good boy," Sam sarcastically replied not willing to give him the compliment he was fishing for after he'd just so meanly bashed her favorite band.

He laughed at her seeing right through him like he was made of glass and Sam took the moment to search the en-suite's cabinet to find and put on the night cream she always did before bed that she'd brought along with her.

Squeezing out just a dollop onto her palm she used her index to apply it under her eyes and then across her cheeks in circular motions. Normally its pleasant scent of lavender and chamomile helped her drift off but sadly it hadn't been doing the trick while she'd been on the road. She was on her 2nd night here and once again while her friends were already snoozing away just beyond this door, she was struggling with putting herself to bed.

She'd spent last night just laying awake in bed most of the night tossing and turning till the others awoke to get on with their day and she didn't expect tonight to be any different.

Because she knew the source of her insomnia was the sleep-time habit she had developed after five months of being a married woman. The one that she could now no longer do without and sleeping pills would do nothing to help with. Of curling up like a cat in the circle of Tim's strong embrace with his arms wrapped around her waist protectively and her forehead nestling itself just under his collarbone so that her ear could press against the planes of his strong chest and listen to his heartbeat sing her a lullaby as she dozed off.

But sadly Tim wasn't here with her.

Sighing she started brushing her long hair starting at the roots. "I wish you were here," Sam candidly confessed that she was missing him especially when nighttime rolled around. She paused in confusion only seconds later, her eyebrows furrowing together when in response he said that he was in fact there.

"... Where?" She asked until she caught sight of her wedding ring and smiled inwardly figuring that that was what he probably meant. He'd said to her when he'd put it on her finger, that this wasn't just a ring to symbolize their marriage but a reminder that with it he was always with her. Suppressing the urge to let her smile reach her face where he'd see it, she cleared her throat and continued with her self grooming session. "In my heart?" She suggested, trying her best to do it with a touch of mockery to hide her incurable state of love sickness over him from him.

"Well am I not?" Tim scoffed sounding a little offended and her face betrayed her easily enough by turning a light shade of pink that tipped him off that he wasn't wrong.

"See?" He grinned triumphantly pointing right at her before steering back to their earlier topic. "Although that isn't quite what I meant."

"What did you mean then?" Sam questioned now curious as to what he was going on and on about. And just a second later she got her answer when he said two simple words.

"... Your suitcase."

Gasping loud she dropped her hairbrush. The plastic object twittered off the edge of the counter before landing on the tiled floor with a soft crash at her feet. With her mouth still open she could only stare back at him with eyes wide from shock. Oh god, he couldn't know about that could he?! No way, she decided. How could he? Tim was a fashionable guy who owned literally hundreds of shirts. There was no way he'd notice if she took just on—

But then she noticed the look on his handsome face and how downright smug it was, even more so than usual and she felt as though she had the words guilty as charged stamped right across her forehead in big, bold capital letters.

"Wha-what do you mean?" She stammered, still trying to seem clueless even though she could tell that he could tell that he was onto her.

"My shirt. My black t-shirt," he specified smirking away. "You know? My favorite one?"

In her head Sam visualized the exact article of clothing he was talking about. The one he donned often when he worked out. The same he wore to bed the few times he decided he didn't want to sleep shirtless. The shirt Tim put on whenever he wanted to be most comfortable. It was slightly worn out, a little faded, a tight fit on his muscular form, and due to the countless times it had been on his body had seemed to have absorbed his unique scent to the point where even washing it didn't make that woody, spicy aroma of his fade away from the cotton fabric.

"You took it didn't you?" She heard him boldly accuse and immediately shook her head to deny that she had.

"No."

But she didn't convince him as he just shot her a pointed look and insisted that she had because it had gone missing precisely the day that she'd left and he'd looked and looked for it and had not been able to locate it since.

"You're probably not looking in the right place then," She shrugged even though Tim was a neat freak and had an almost neurotic habit of putting things in the exact same spot that he did every day. And as such he called her bluff with ease.

"Oh I've looked and I KNOW you have it," he declared this time more confidently than ever.

"No I don't," She still haplessly tried to lie.

"Yes you do."

"No I don't TIM!"

"Yes you do SAMMIE!"

"Ugh why would I take your dumb shirt with me?!" She unsuccessfully tried to end their childish back and forth banter with an even more childish deflection.

"So that you could have a little piece of me with you while you were away," Tim answered for her. His voice wasn't speculative at all but matter-of-fact as if this was just common sense that shouldn't need any explanation.

"Yea sure," Sam muttered before starting to exaggerate. "Because I'm just THAT addicted to you that I can't possibly survive ONE weekend without having at least some trace of you with me like some security blanket?!" She shrieked and prayed that the false annoyance in her tone would be enough to throw him off track.

"Damn right you are."

When even that got her nowhere she hung her head in defeat opting to no longer look at her hubbie's face which was to put it simply, hella amused.

"Aww come on Sammiiiiie," he prodded at her mollycoddling. "Just admit that you have it. Come on, just say the words. You can do it."

Feeling her composure slipping away as she began to squirm, Sam mentally plotted an escape from him and a moment later figured out the perfect one.

"I think Clover just knocked on the door."

"I'm sure she did," Tim retorted with heavy amounts of sarcasm dripping from every single word.

"I gotta go," Sam said as she moved towards the exit of the bathroom as though someone else really did need to use it now and she had to leave while ignoring Tim's unphased little mumble that again he was sure the she did.

"Goodnight Tim. I love you," She said next turning out the light and reaching for the doorknob to open it.

"Love you too, night Sammie."

Thinking that was the end of that, Sam was just about to hit the end call key when he suddenly spoke up again saying her name once more to stop her from hanging up just yet. Wondering if he had something important to say that he had to before she got back home a day later, Sam gave him her attention only to find him smirking at her deviously.

"I just wanted to say that since you do have my shirt with you, why don't you try wearing it? It'd probably help you fall asleep and who knows? You might even get some sweet dreams."

Sam's cheeks grew hot like pancakes when he winked at her suggestively and she had to clear her throat to get out a short "yea okay bye," to him. And she finally concluded the call with the sounds of his boyish chuckles still lingering in the background.

Shaking her head to herself at his everlasting antics she creaked the door open slowly and carefully tiptoed to her sleeping place to not wake the other girls. She was just about to slither onto the mattress next to a loudly snoring Clover when she stopped. Standing there just at the foot of the bed for a long moment she wondered if she should do this but then remembered how badly she'd been failing to catch any ZZZs.

Besides it wasn't like a certain someone was actually here to nag her with an "I told you so" in the event that it did work. She could easily get away with this so what did she have to lose?

Slowly changing course she turned around and made her way over to where their suitcases had been neatly lined up just next to the hotel room door for their departure tomorrow night. With her phone's flashlight she easily found her neon green one and unzipped it as soundlessly as she could.

Digging her way to the very bottom of it where she remembered packing the object in question, she stopped when her hand made contact with a soft, worn, cotton fabric.

Carefully pulling it out she turned off her phone light and took advantage of the darkness around her as she tugged off the slip she had on, dumping it inside her luggage before she closed it again and changed into her new attire.

When she was done she walked back over to the bed and this time laid down in it without delay. Wrapping her arms around her pillow she smiled as she buried her nose into her shoulder and sniffed the scent of the fabric she now wore breathing its scent deep into her lungs.

A familiar exotic, smoky, manly aroma.

A warm and fuzzy feeling tingled through her entire being and Sam closed her eyes with her smile now wide on her lips.

And in just a few moments she was fast asleep ...

In his black T-shirt.


(1) Sam's wikia mentioned that she once loaned Clover her "M.C Diaper Rash" CD. I kid you not, that's the actual name lol. TS certainly has some creative err ... namers.

But anyway! I hope you liked this (hopefully) cute little moment!

More to come! ^_^

Love,

Cresenta!