Couldn't post an update in two months this time and gah! I fail so hard at updates! ;_; But I hope y'all aren't too mad at me. I actually wasn't originally going to update this one but then I decided to because I felt like writing it.

I've been listening to a lot of P!ATD (obsessed with the band rn tbh) and it put me in the mood for this story.

Just a reminder that this fic is rated M. (More innuendo and um … things in this chapter haha. I won't tell you what because I don't wanna ruin the surprise, you'll have to wait and see :P)

If you read this, PLEASE do me a favour and Read & Review! I actually injured my leg so I'm pretty much bummed out atm as I can't even walk much ugh. Hearing from you guys would really cheer me up! ;_;

Disclaimer: Have Scam and Sam made out on the show yet? No right? Yea that's because I don't own TS. *cries*

Enjoy! I hope some of you guys are still reading this at least! ^_^

Falling back on her bed with a thud, Scam's eyes couldn't help but nearly pop out of their sockets as he felt Sam- Sam, the woman of all his dreams and fantasies - kissing him fervently and passionately while her naked body plastered itself against his.

His throat went dry when he felt her grinding against him, rolling her hips from side to side as she moaned from deep within her lungs while her hands moved down his chest, pushing apart the fabric of his shirt to gain access to his skin.

He felt her smirk against his lips when she managed in exposing his flesh and soon she had separated her lips from his, showing him that same sinful smirk clearly before descending her head down and letting her warm lips dance across his bare chest.

And immediately he felt himself stir, the denim of his jeans becoming extremely uncomfortable against his raging hard on. He almost felt his body shudder as her tongue darted out and licked the planes of his chest, the cool air of night tickling his skin where Sam's saliva was leaving cool trails. Her open mouth, hot and wet hovered around the left side of his chest before making contact with a particularly sensitive spot. This time he actually shuddered and feeling that she giggled, the vibrations of her laughter going straight into his skin as her mouth was still attached to him.

"I've always wanted to do this…" she purred lowly leaving him to smirk because he had always felt that Samantha Simpson hadn't been as much of a good girl as she had tried to pretend she was. Especially not when it came to him. Him, her soul mate. The yin to her yang. Of course he had seen right through her as if she was made of glass.

Which meant that despite her pretending she didn't want him all this time that he had been chasing after her… she wasn't really going to mind what he was about to do next.

"So have I…" he whispered huskily, now over the shock of her finally letting this happen and grinning in the dark. In a flash his hands lashed out and grabbed her body, one hand fisting her hair at the back of her head and the other wrapping around her waist and in seconds, he had turned them over in her bed. She gasped as she fell back in the covers with a crash, her eyes widening at this sudden turn of events.

She shouldn't be so surprised, he thought as he watched her laying there with her mouth wide open as she watched him while he peeled his unbuttoned shirt off his now sweaty skin, his muscles tense from excitement and tossed it over his shoulder so that it landed perfectly on top her dress which she'd left on the floor near her closed bedroom door.

His jeans and boxers went next, each article of clothing landing on the carpet with exact precision so that it covered all of the ones she'd taken off. Until he was as naked as she was.

Eyeing her with eyes as dark as the pitch blackness of the night around them, he smirked at how cute she was as he watched her shyly move her eyes down his bare body and then blush hotly as she stared at the size of his hardened manhood and gulped.

She had to know he always liked to be in control.

Reaching down, he ran his fingers through her long, luscious red hair that he'd always had a liking for and carefully fanned it around her so that it wouldn't get in the way, before his hands went to her face and began tracing her beautiful features; the space under her lively emerald eyes, her pointed, shapely nose, her lovely pink, pouty lips, and then moved down her front to caress the gentle flesh of her neck, her breasts, her stomach, before finally stroking the bare skin of her legs, letting his hands trace up her knees and then her thighs, taking in how soft and delicate she was compared to him as he watched her laying there with her eyelids fluttering while she bit her lower lip from what he was sure was a sad attempt at not screaming out his name so soon.

Too bad for her though, he thought as he finally lowered down to her tempting figure ready to take her as he simply could not wait anymore, his lips mere millimetres from hers and his body perfectly positioned to invade her, the way she spread her legs for him not going unnoticed by him at all even though she tried to do it discreetly.

Because that was all she would be doing tonight. All night long.

Entering her, he smirked harder as he heard her let out a shuddering gasp, not having been fully prepared for him as she threw her head back into her pillows and sealed her eyes shut while her fingers began twisting in her bed sheets.

And he wouldn't settle for less.

"Ah!" Sam cried out arching her back as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust, only having given her a moment to get used to him being inside her before he started moving at lightning pace. The pain quickly subsided as pleasure rushed in and took its place.

In the darkness he smiled widely against her nude, sweaty chest as he continued thrusting into her without mercy, never being able to get enough of being inside her. He had waited so long for this and the feeling was like no other. Just like he had always known it would be. Samantha, his Samantha was the only woman who could ever satisfy him. And the reason for that was a no-brainer to him. Why this felt like destiny, why it just felt so right.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt her hands move from his back, where her nails had been digging erratic patterns to place themselves against his chest in an effort to control his pace as he fucked her. Not liking that, not wanting to be held back in any way now that he was finally getting to ravish her, Scam let out a groan of protest before he moved his hands again to keep her in place beneath him, making sure she went no where until he was done with her. Even if that was likely to be never.

One of his hands went under her and wrapped tightly around her curvaceous butt while the other pulled her hands off of his chest and held them above her head on the mattress tightly so that she couldn't break free.

When he had her locked in his desired position, his hand pushed hers deeper into the pillows as the hand on her butt pushed her up, grating her pelvis against his and submerging himself even farther inside her leaving her hissing out loudly she felt him reach parts of her that she didn't even know she'd had until this night, as sweat burst from her pores and glued her hair to her skin while her wrists twisted and writhed in his hold.

"Uhhh!" Sam screamed, biting her lip desperately to make herself not scream out his name. To not reveal to him just how good this felt, everything that he was doing to her mind and body. And noticing that, Scam's smile grew wider, turning into a satisfied, happy grin of delight against her skin as he continued taking her in deep, greedy, thrusts never once slowing down his pace or giving her a chance to recover from his endless assaults. Because he couldn't stop. No, the way she felt, the way she made him feel was just too good for him to ever want to stop.

"Say my name Sam….Samantha," he urged huskily, needing to hear her beg him for it as he watched her nearly bite off a chunk of her lower lip from her fast faltering resistance to his demand. Growling from the pit of his throat he grinded into her even harder, nearly losing his mind with the ecstasy he experienced when he felt her walls pulse and clench around him. "Say it!" he ordered, but still she resisted him, not wanting her good girl cover to be completely blown.

But he knew exactly how to make her give him what he wanted. And a moment later he proved that when he unrolled his tongue out of his mouth and ran it down her heaving breast before suddenly flicking across one of her hardened nipples at last pushing her past her breaking point.

"Sc-Scam!" she gasped, her eyes popping open and he chuckled in happiness as he saw the same lust he felt for her, the same longing and insatiable need reflected in her eyes as she stared back him speechlessly with no lack of gratification on her heated, red, flushed face.

Soon the echoes of his laughter along with his rasps, growls, and hisses of enjoyment blended into her skin and then spread all over the room, bouncing off the walls along with her pants, coos, and cries of pleasure as he continued showing her just how crazy she made him. Just how crazy she had always made him for years now.

"Tim, Samantha darling…" he purred deeply, revealing to her just what he wanted her to call him every time he made love to her so that she'd get it right because this would hardly be the last time that they did this.

Hardly.

Moving his head from where he had been sucking at her breast, he laid hot open mouth kisses all over her naked body as she lay powerless underneath him where she'd always belonged, with her heart pounding, quivering and shivering in the dampened, sweaty, sticky, and now soiled bed sheets.

"I prefer Tim!" he grunted, biting down hard into her neck, leaving his mark while he rammed into her as deeply as he could, right to her absolute limit taking her over the edge and making her finally scream out his name at the top of her lungs in a voice hoarse from carnal fulfilment as she reached her climax.

"T-T-Tim!"

And he couldn't help the smile that bloomed across his lips at that as he finally released himself inside her, filling her, as nothing but sheer bliss and delight flowed through his veins as he stared endlessly at her laying there in the afterglow of their first time no longer an innocent virgin, the redheaded beauty he'd at long last made his own forever.

The woman that he lov-

The loud honking of a car horn made him jerk and break out of his thoughts. For a moment, he sat there disoriented until he realized that he was alone in his car and not pleasuring Sam in her bed. And it slowly dawned on him what this unfortunately meant.

Chuckling to himself he shook his head and sighed. Just a dream. Just a beautiful, beautiful dream.

No matter, he told himself as he let his disappointment go and drove away, but not without first rolling down his window, sticking out his hand and flipping off the driver behind him for pulling him out of THAT dream.

Because in about 5 minutes it was about to become a reality. After all… he smirked lazily remembering why he was in such a good mood tonight. At last… Samantha had said yes. Yes.

Already he was imagining her voice, hoarse with pleasure screaming out his name as loud as she could at the top of her lungs, not caring who heard as he took her. He could already feel her lips throbbing under his from the rough, passionate kisses they'd be sharing tonight. He could already picture her in his head without that god-awful spy suit covering her perfect body from his eyes like it had so many times in the past.

She was right there in his head just… waiting for him. His eyes turned dark as his car finally neared his destination, her home, then turned darker as they flicked up to look at her bedroom window. His entry point. And tonight, the wait would finally and at long last be over.

But as he parked nearby but out of sight, his mood went quickly downhill as he noticed the many cars still in her driveway. Cars that he recognized as being there when he'd slipped out just as soon as the bridal shower had began. Which meant Clover, and Alex, Sam's party guests … they were still here.

A loud growl of annoyance leaving his lips, he lifted his hands and ran them through his hair slightly pulling at the roots in an effort to release some of his unbridled frustration at this new nuisance in his never-ending quest to have Sam all to himself.

Catching sight of his face in the rear view mirror, he noted that he looked as agitated as he felt. His jaw was tense, his lips were set in a grim frown, and his left eye was twitching every few seconds as he inhaled and exhaled through his nostrils strongly resembling an angry bull.

He was just about ready to explode.

For fuck's sake, how long was a goddamn bridal shower supposed to last anyway?! He was sure it had been hours! HOURS! Why wasn't it over yet?! Why hadn't they all gone home yet?!

Running his hands down his face in exasperation, he glared away. He had half a mind to break the door down, barge right in, yank his Samantha away from her pesky guests, drag her upstairs, throw her on her bed and just take her. God he couldn't even put it into words how badly he wanted it. How badly he wanted HER. And for so long now.

And all this patience, and this waiting, and sneaking around wasn't like him. He wanted nothing more than to just do it. Be open and direct and take what he wanted. Take what was his. But…

He sighed heavily. He knew as much as this ticked him off he had to stick to his plan. Because it was the only way he was sure he'd get what he wanted and that was what was most important here. That he got what he wanted. That and only that mattered.

But oh how much of a fuss this whole process was. Sighing again he thought about the woman he desired to no end. Samantha… Samantha Simpson. So beautiful, so intelligent, so unbelievably perfect to him and yet such a pain to get to.

But… his stress died down a bit as he had another thought. But if tonight went as planned, as Sam had promised then perhaps he wouldn't have to do this anymore. Maybe he could abandon his plan and be done with it. Maybe he could finally tell her what this was really about.

A small, shy smile formed on his face as his heartbeat raced in his chest. But when he noticed a streak of the color pink across his cheeks in the mirror, Scam found himself rolling his eyes at himself. Acting like some little school boy; what a disgrace! And yet this wouldn't be the first time that happened when he thought about a certain redhead would it?

Dismissing that thought and being exceedingly glad that he was alone when he'd had it, Scam looked to focus on something else instead of how the blush on his face was still kind of lingering there and making him look like an idiot. A moment later his eyebrows furrowed when he thought he heard something. A rustling in the bushes nearby.

Was he being watched? Turning his head around he looked towards the direction of the sound only to find nothing. Focusing, he tried to catch the sound again but when he failed to hear it again he brushed it off. It was likely just a hungry racoon looking for food now that night had come.

Not so much unlike himself, he thought and his smirk found his way back to his lips when he noticed the door to Samantha's home finally open and the first of her guests step out. And then came another, and then another. And when he at last spotted Clover and Alex appear, his heart leapt in his chest.

It was time.

His eyes took in the woman they hugged on their way out as his smirk widened several inches and his eyes went shady again. A low growl left his lips as he moved to exit his car so that he could meet her up in her bedroom when she got there.

Time to eat.

"Thanks so much again for this Sammie!" Clover said, hugging her best friend tightly as she thanked her for the amazing bridal shower she had given Alex and her. A party they would never forget. "This was really, really fun and you did such an amazing job!" Pulling back she grinned looking at the redhead with proud eyes and speaking excitedly. "I am SO happy you're my maid of honour!"

"Ahem!" Alex said loudly, poking her from behind.

"OUR maid of honour," Clover said as she rolled her eyes discreetly at Alex while Sam smiled to herself in happiness at a job well done. It made her happy that her friends had enjoyed themselves even though pulling this together had been so difficult with Tim Scam breathing down her neck. At least he wasn't being able to ruin their weddings as he was ruining her life. Even though she knew that he very well could and would ruin them if he didn't end up getting what he wanted…

"That's right Sammie. You refuse ME and I'll make sure no one gets married…"

"Not Blaine or Darren…"

"Not your dear Alex or that blonde idiot Clover…"

"I will kill them…ALL."

"…."

"You have a choice Samantha….you have a choice..."

"Either you let four people die. Four friends that you care for die…."

"Or you marry me…"

"…."

"It's your decision…"

Her eyes glanced up to her bedroom in fear knowing that he friends were about to leave. And then she'd be all alone with Tim Scam again. Feeling her stomach lurch at that thought Sam turned to her friends again and smiled, trying her hardest to make it look genuine.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay longer?" she asked, trying to keep her desperation out of her tone when she said that. "There's more cake!" she smiled wider hoping that would get them to spend a little more time with her, even if that was just ten more minutes. She really didn't want to deal with Scam just yet, especially not when she was half drunk and exhausted to the point of being half dead.

"Aww you're tempting us Sammie!" Clover said getting her hopes up before dashing them when she finished. "But you KNOW if we eat any more yummy goodies we won't fit into our wedding dresses!" She laughed before adding, "Besides we have to get our gowns fitted and we still need to find you a dress remember? Tomorrow morning, bright and early!"

"Oh…right," Sam said quietly, biting her cheek to keep in the urge to scream in frustration. But what had she expected? Her friends to spend all night with her? They had their own lives to live. They had fiancées to go home to. A bridal shower could only go on for so long and sadly the party was over.

"We'll see you tomorrow, bye!" She heard them both say before they got into their cars and left. And then she was all alone again. Well, not all alone, she thought sighing heavily as hopelessness filled her. She had a feeling Scam was already here.

Closing her eyes tightly, Sam tried to focus even though the fear and alcohol running through her veins was making that impossible. What should she do? Should she try to leave her home and avoid him? But where could she go? In the middle of the night?

If she went to crash at one of her friends' homes they'd know something was up. And she was trying to hide this entire thing from them. Going to seek comfort and security from them was not something she could do even though she desperately wanted to. She'd just be putting them in danger if she provoked Scam's rage by trying to hide behind them. Going to WOOHP, to Jerry was also not an option because Scam would see that as a violation of their contract.

So then what were her options? Spend the night on the street? At three o'clock in the morning? That wasn't exactly sounding like the safe place she wanted to be at right now.

There was also the fact that she knew he'd track her down. Wherever she went, she just knew he'd hunt her down. Biting her lip she let out a snivel of fatigue. God she just wanted to sleep right now. Just lay down and sleep for the next few hours or days, or even months if she could. But she knew Tim Scam would never allow that. But perhaps...

She looked up longingly to her bedroom again, thinking about her bed and sleeping on it like she had been unable to for days now. Maybe he wasn't here yet? Maybe she could sneak in a nap? Maybe if she was knocked out cold he'd leave her alone?

Highly doubting that last thought but being far too tired and drunk Sam knew she didn't have much strength or alertness left in her at the moment to fend him off. She needed sleep. And so she decided to just go up to her room and try to get some.

Who knew? If Scam wanted to enjoy raping her as much as he seemed to hint then maybe a sleeping target wouldn't tempt him so much. Didn't he want to hear her crying and screaming and begging him to stop? She was so tired right now, she could hope so anyway.

Not even bothering with cleaning up the mess left after the bridal shower right now even though normally she was a neat freak and normally it would bother her, Sam turned to go right upstairs. Walking up the spiral staircase with great effort in her six inch stiletto heels, Sam felt her head swimming around inside itself and her eyes drooping shut.

Gripping the railing to steady herself from falling down, she already she wanted to kick herself for drinking so much in a pitiable attempt at drinking Scam away like some kind of bad nightmare even though she had known no amount of booze could get rid of him. But what was done was done, she had to bear the consequences now. Hopefully she could sleep the alcohol away.

Stopping just outside her bedroom door, she strained her hearing as best as she could to listen for any sound inside her room. Hearing none she entered her room with as little noise as possible just in case he was listening for her in silence and waiting to attack as soon as she got there, before closing the door and locking it behind her.

Turning around, she pressed her back against the door for support to keep her up just as long as she looked around to make sure he wasn't here. Her tired, heavy-lidded eyes slowly looked left and then right and when she couldn't see him in the dark she let out a deep breath of relief.

Scam wasn't here yet...

Scam wasn't here yet!

That thought settling in, Sam moved fast and kicked off her heels before tugging her hair down from her hairdo, ripping out some of her strands in the process but not caring as she undressed as fast as she could so that she could lay down in her bed all the while never noticing the sea foam eyes that had now opened and were watching her every move with increasing amounts of lust and hunger, nor the perfect white teeth that glistened in the moonlight as they arranged themselves into an open mouthed smirk.

Taking off her heavy bracelet, clunky necklace and long earrings, she messily threw them onto her vanity, before reaching around her back for the zipper of her tight, navy and gold dress. Getting it open on her fourth try by her shaky fingers, Sam breathed better as soon as she felt her chest become free and she quickly tugged it off her form letting it fall into a pool at her feet. Stepping it out of it, she moved towards her bed and smiled when she located her silk night gown.

Picking it up, she held it in one hand before grimacing at how uncomfortable her bra was, it being lace, wired and strapless. Reaching behind her back, after some fumbling around she located the clasp and undid one hook, then the second one and was in the process of taking it off altogether when stopped dead, hers ears picking up on an unmistakable sound.

One that she had been hearing a lot lately. The sound of a masculine growl, and a pant of pure lust.

And it was coming from right behind her.

Her mouth went drier than desert sand as goose bumps began to roam her flesh and her heart sank with despair. Suddenly it felt like her room had gotten a thousand times colder and darker as all light of hope evaporated away into nothingness at her belated realization.

Tim Scam was in her bedroom.

Gasping in horror, Sam turned around just in time to see a pair of too familiar intent, dark, sea coloured eyes looking her up and down in the dark while the outline of a big, male human body made itself apparent as it slowly came closer and closer to her. She could hear the sound of his leather shoes rubbing against the carpet as he crept towards her.

And she felt as if she was no longer breathing when she finally saw him clearly standing before her in his leather jacket, unzipped all the way to show a black shirt unbuttoned halfway and a tank top stretched across his broad chest under that and dark jeans on his legs. Dressed in all black just like a living breathing shadow, the shadow that followed her everywhere. Only he only appeared when the sun went down and she was all alone.

"Well don't stop…" he drawled, noticing that she unfortunately had as soon as she'd noticed his presence unlike in his dream.

His eyes landed square on her chest, on her breasts which were spilling out of her half open bra. She watched him lick his lips as his face twisted into a look so sinful, so sinister that it made the moonlight look eerie. "I was enjoying the show."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sam screamed at the top of her lungs, before stumbling to get away from him as fast as she possibly could before he got his hands on her. She let out a strangled cry a moment later when in her efforts to dodge him, she tripped on her own feet and ended up falling right back onto her bed.

Scam only laughed at her in heavy amusement while she fell and Sam just lay there for a moment like a deer in headlights watching him as he stood there at the foot of her bed, looking down on her like a predator did his prey before he sank his teeth into it.

Scam wordlessly stared down at her laying splayed out on her bed for him under the white light of the moon, every inch of her on display. His blue-green eyes, fascinated and smitten took her in, watching her emerald green eyes looking at nothing but him while her chest, her ample breasts moved up and down every other second as she took deep, uneven, frenzied, anxious breaths.

He could feel her heart beating in her chest as thunderously as his own. He practically smell, practically taste her anticipation as she lay there in her lacy bra and underwear, beads of sweat breaking out on her skin and making her shimmer, just waiting right there for him to claim her, to make her his.

How long had he waited for this night?

His jaw almost parted in awe as he took in her creamy skin, her vivid crimson locks, her small waist and curvy hips, her slim arms and long legs, and her sculpted, toned thighs. She was his dream queen down to every last detail and tonight, all of his dreams for her would be coming true. All his wants and fantasies would be realized.

EVERY last one.

Needing to be inside her now, Scam pushed his jacket off his chest before taking it off. Throwing it next to her on the bed, his hands went to his shirt next and hastily began to unbutton it. Watching him, Sam became very aware of what was happening here. He was undressing and she knew why… and suddenly she was not so drunk anymore.

Desperate to escape what was obviously coming to her, Sam sprung into motion and lunged off the mattress. Rolling off the bed in a flash, she ignored the pain she felt when she landed on the floor on her front square on her face.

Shooting up from the floor, Sam trembled when she saw him turn his head to look at her again. And a second after that he was walking towards her while his eyes remained glued to her body, not even stopping looking at it long enough to blink his eyes.

He kept sizing her up with his coal black gaze, his eyelashes lowered over them to the point which they looked almost completely ebony with lust as her name left his lips in a way that gave her chills, in the form of a rough, husky purr which was half a moan and half a growl like that of a feral animal.

"Samantha…"

Throwing her arms around herself to cover her from his sweltering eyes, Sam tried to find the first thing she could to cover herself. Quickly grabbing the edge of the bed sheet on her bed, she practically tore it off her mattress before she held it against her form, hiding behind it. And that was all she was able to do before he closed in on her.

Ignoring how she shuddered and shrank back at the sight of him, Scam walked towards her with his hands in the pockets of his jeans in teasingly slow steps, calmly walking her backwards until her back hit her door with a sickening thud.

Feeling her bare, sweaty back hit the cold wood of the door behind her, Sam contemplated turning the handle and trying to get out knowing anything was better than being stuck in a bedroom with a horny man who was intent on having sex with her one way or another but she realized that she was stuck with no where to run with what happened next.

Sucking in her breath, Sam felt her throat go dry as she felt his muscular arms come up on either side of her stopping her from going anywhere, trapping her like a helpless canary in an iron cage. Horrified she looked back at his face and all the thirst that was on it with her eyes peeled wide in terror as he just stood there watching her. Doing nothing but just watching her endlessly and keeping her trapped with his body with his hands on either side of her head.

Squirming under his gaze, Sam wondered if she could succeed in pushing him off her and still making a run for it but her plan to do that went out the window as soon as he felt one of his hands move away from the door and land on the side of her face.

She held her breath as she felt him trace the tip of his fingers against the flesh of her face, her eyes followed their movement as the moment seemed to go on forever. He took his time letting her feel his touch as his fingers curved around her cheek before dragging their way down her jaw line and then down her neck. Right until they reached the bed sheet that was she was gripping onto for dear life.

Seeing the long wall of cloth that wasn't allowing him to see what was under it in any way, what he was here for, Scam huffed out sigh of complaint before bending his head down and breathing over her face. His breath was hot, as hot as she was feeling right now trapped under him sweating bucket out of her skin. And when he finally spoke to her, her nerves jumped as if she'd been hit by an electric current of 1,000 volts.

"Now baby….why are you hiding your body from me like that hmm?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused as if he'd really expected her to just hand herself over to him just like she'd promised she would tonight.

Biting her lip, Sam shuddered. Did he not understand that she'd only done that to get away from him then? Like she was desperately thinking of ways to get away from him right now? She was pulled out of her thoughts when he talked again, planting her attention right back on him where she knew he just loved having it.

"When you know how much I love seeing it?" he moaned, pressing closer and closer to her until she could feel his erection poking her leg from through the bed sheet, it doing absolutely nothing to protect her from feeling it blatantly.

Whimpering, Sam only gripped the sheet harder as he kept speaking to her in lustful, dirty whispers that made her want to die. "When you know that it belongs to me?"

His eyes narrowed into slits as they bore holes into her. "After all, are you not about to become…" he paused for a second there, smiling to himself before finishing. "Mrs. Samantha Scam?"

His index finger located her ring finger and touched the diamond ring he'd forcefully placed on her left hand as if to remind her of the fact that she was his and therefore he had every right to do this before he continued. Feeling his hands brush over hers and start to pry her fingers away from the sheet to make it fall away, Sam knew exactly what he was about to do. And it terrified her.

"S-Scam…" Sam stuttered, protesting as she shook her head slowly from side to side. "N-no!" she cried out feebly trying to get him to change his mind.

"Sshhh," he said, cutting her off by putting his lips against hers until he could feel hers trembling under his. And he couldn't put into words how much he loved that feeling.

"I didn't come here to talk tonight…" he whispered to her lowly, his voice rumbling as his hands resumed their task, not hindered by her clinging onto the same sheet he was trying to remove for dear life. A moment later he had ripped it away from her and tossed it aside leaving her just as naked as before.

"Ah!" Sam yelped, a mountain of ice filling her stomach as she felt him waste no time in grabbing her. His strong arms coiled around her bare waist like a snake and pulled her off the door right into his unforgiving embrace.

Eyeing her in the dark, he grinned as he felt her weakly wiggle and struggle against him in a final ditch effort at getting out of his arms. But when he looked into her eyes and saw all the tiredness, all the defeat in them he knew that she knew deep down that the effort was worthless. She couldn't get away from him and he wasn't about to let her go.

Not now,

Not in a million years,

Never.

Content that she at long last understood that, he smiled before speaking to her one last time.

"You are soooo damn beautiful…" he said in a voice hoarse with arousal, smiling when he heard her breath catch in her throat sharply at him saying that, as if she really was so innocent not to have noticed that for herself.

But then again, he thought as he watched her staring at him in complete and utter shock. That was what he loved about her.

And then, before she could say or do anything else to stall him any longer from getting what he wanted, he kissed her, silently devouring her lips with his own as he picked her up and carried her to her bed before throwing her on it and pouncing on her.

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Poor, POOR Sammie! Mwhahahahaah- Ahem.

Okay so I had WAY too much fun writing this than I probably should have. XD I think Scam is starting to rub off on me lmao!

Anyway! I'd LOVE to hear what you guys think is gonna happen next! Oh and your reactions to this chapter too ofc! So please review! :)

RM update is coming soon, along with other fics, and so is a oneshot! Yup A ONESHOT! It's been forever and it's high time I do another of those!

Let me know if there is anything else you're looking to see updated /written soon orrrrr if you'd just like me to update this one again next. Especially since this was a smaller than usual (for me haha) chapter.

Who knows? If you guys want it badly enough, I mayyyy just do a double Proposal update. *wiggles eyebrows*

Loveeeeeeeee,

Cresenta!