Alright, so here you have the next chapter. Surely this is the one I've been thinking most about, thought over and over in my head.
I hope it turned out alright and that you like it. I'm not trying to spoil anything but...Be aware that this chapter becomes very T-ish. Nothing M-ish.
Well, I again...hope you enjoy it! And I also hope that you'll let me know what you think afterwards. Especially since it's *this* chapter. One I have spent so many hours considering...

He was halfway on the way to her house when it started pouring down like crazy outside. The windscreen wiper worked on full power. As he reached the house, it started thundering too, and he sighed.

"How appropriate."

He didn't give it much thought. Instead he hurried to the door and rang its bell. He waited for a couple of seconds as the rain kept pouring down in huge amounts. Luckily, he was in shelter for the time being.

"Come on, Diane," he mumbled and rang the bell again.

Still, there was no one who came to open. Impatient, he screwed the door and found his alternative way to get in; by climbing up on the roof outside her window. Already soaking wet, he reached the roof. He found the window open by inches. He tried to sneak his fingers down under to pull it fully open. Within a few minutes he succeeded. He climbed inside to a room in blackout. It was hard to see anything in there at first, but soon his vision got better. He looked around, but there was no Diane to be seen. Not even Elizabeth.

"Diane?" he whispered, but as suspected, he got no answer. He decided to search for her outside her room.

Except from the loud thunder and lightning taking place outside the house, everything was dark and quiet. He could hear his own footsteps in the corridors. He kept turning, asking for her, but no one ever answered. Soon he reached the stair to downstairs. He just had to-
From behind a corner, with some sort of rolling pin, she walked right into him. Frightened, she screamed with her eyes closed and made a very girlish jump backwards. He tried to calm her down and avoid her flapping rolling pin.

"Diane, Diane, take it easy! It's just me. Sam," he said quickly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

He saw how her eyes slightly and slowly opened and her whole face expression changed the second she saw him.

"Oh, Sam!" she said and ran into his arms, desperately needing his comfort.

She was all cold and shaking meanwhile he was soaking wet. He ran a hand through her hair and down her back a couple of times. That seemed to calm her down a bit.

"It's alright. I'm right here. No one's gonna hurt you."

She tightened her grip around his back, pulling him as close as possible, feeling she was only safe in his arms. After a few minutes passing with just holding on to one another, she loosened her grip so that she could look at him.

"How d-did y-you?—"

"I climbed in the window."

"I'm- I'm sorry I didn't o-open the door before. I was alone and just so-"

"It's alright. I'm in now. That's what matters, right?"

She stared at him with open mouth. The eye contact between them never broke when she said it. And she said it without stumbling over the words.

"Kiss me."

"What?" he said astonished.

"Kiss me," she repeated.

This time he didn't hesitate and he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
It lasted for close to a minute, but then they both needed their breaths. Meanwhile, Sam gently pushed her towards the nearest wall, and as soon as she hit it, he kissed her again with all he got. No holding back this time. When the kiss broke, they made eye contact once again, and he could have sworn he had never seen her look so desirable. There was no sign of fear in her look anymore. Only desire. Just like him. She gave him a slight smile and a nod before he leaned in again. They kept on small kissing as they made their way through the corridors, back to her room.
They entered the same way. Kissing. No talk needed. Diane reached the bed first as she walked backwards into it and let herself fall down in it. Sam followed.
So they lied down, and kissed, fingers running up and down each other. She started to unbutton his wet shirt, he unzipped her blouse…He had never felt more ready, but then…

"Sam, wait," she whispered in between the kisses and undressing.

It took all he got to stop himself, but he did. He looked at her, waiting for an explanation.

"Believe me, I want this just as much as you, but…I don't know if the time is right," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Since my father just-"

Her voice broke. He pulled her up from her position and into his arms yet again, letting her cry out.
It wasn't much crying, more sobbing. Still, he supported her with both arms around her, resting his chin on her head.

"I understand, sweetheart. We'll wait."

"Thank you," she whispered gratefully.

He nodded, stroking her cheek.

"Come here," he whispered and lied down. She stayed in his arms, following him down.

Again looking at him, she smiled and kissed him gently on the mouth. When she pulled back, he smirked at her.

"How long have you waited for me to do that?" he asked.

"Longer than you'd imagine."

"Try me," he teased.

She chuckled.

"Frankly, I didn't think, I had to be the one to tell you to do it."

"Come on, I didn't…I didn't know you thought about me the same way," he said, removing a hair from her face.

"Well, I wasn't sure how you felt about me either."

"I would have done it before, but I was afraid to ruin our friendship…Now say you didn't feel the same way. I didn't wanna…lose you, you know."

"I get it, Sam, and I don't blame you," she smiled. "I'm just…Happy it finally…happened."

"Me too."

"I'm sorry I couldn't come down to congratulate you earlier," she said, referring to the baseball game.

"It's fine. You had a very goo- you had your reason."

"You played extremely well. Player of the match, right?"

"Only because you."

"What?"

"I pitched poorly until I noticed you," he chuckled.

"That's not true," she said with a glance.

"It is. We wouldn't have won without your presence. I'm glad you came."

"To be fair, I intended to stay away. Like I told you before, I don't want to distract you."

"What made you change your mind?"

"Wanting to see you," she said without blinking.

His heart was pounding harder than ever as he received another tender kiss. It was too good to be true. His girl. Finally. The kiss broke with a chuckle from his side.

"What?" she whispered.

"I haven't even got to tell you 'yet, but…I got drafted."

"You- you did? Oh, Sam! That's wonderful," she said cheeringly.

And she was joyful like him until she realized something.

"Yeah, it's great! Now I'm gonna play in the professional league! I'm gonna be a professional baseball player."

She swallowed hard. Realizing that now everything was going to change, made her incapable of looking at him. And to avoid it, she sat up in the bed, looking down at her legs. Her hair covering her face also covered the tears behind. It didn't take him long to realize something was wrong. That the glove which she had just shoved had suddenly disappeared. He couldn't figure out why and didn't know what to say to her until she opened her mouth again.

"So- uhm…Where are you going? Minnesota, LA, New York..?"

"Nowhere," he responded.

"What do you mean 'nowhere'? You're-"

"I'm going to the Sox, Diane. I'm staying right here in Boston."

She couldn't believe her ears.

"Oh, Sam!" she cried, falling right into his embrace.

"Or well, I am leaving for games in the weekends and so, but I'll always return within a day or two."

"I can live with that. I'm just thrilled, I won't lose you. Now that I finally…have you," she whispered, running a hand through his wet hair.
Oh, how long she had been dreaming of doing that!

"Don't worry. You'll always have me," he said, stroking her cheek and making her smile to her ears.

Everything was going to work out.