A/N: This was inspired by a comment I received on tumblr from hedafr, talking about how, in Ep 9, Sam was shaking in despair when she was kneeling as ChamCham who belonged to her MonMon, not expecting Mon to forgive her. I saw "Sam shaking while speaking," and this happened.
Takes place during Ep 9, after Mon accepted Lady Sam's apology.
I hope you enjoy.
Lady Sam was still shaking when she wrapped her arms around her.
Pushing into her, chin over her shoulder, Mon tightened her grip around her own arms, squeezing Lady Sam as hard as she could manage. Lady Sam had always fit so perfectly against her, and this was no exception, her lover's body curved into her as she bent over slightly to encircle her shoulders, her own chin on Mon's left shoulder. Mon could hear the unsteadiness of her breathing as she buried herself into her, and she pulled her even closer, needing the contact as much as Lady Sam did.
"I missed you..." Lady Sam swallowed, tightening her grip around her, her head tilting up and back to brush her lips along Mon's neck, Mon hiccuping as the kiss tingled, leaving heat glowing its way through her. Frowning, Lady Sam pushed herself back, left hand cupping her cheek as she studied her intently, "No, no, don't cry."
"I'm not crying," Mon refuted shyly, a flush rising on her cheeks as she met her lover's searching gaze, hands sliding down to rest on the small of her back.
"No?" Lady Sam asked as a tear trailed down Mon's cheek, her fingers already brushing it away as Mon's eyelashes fluttered. She lifted it, as if giving it as evidence before her. "So what's this?"
Smiling, Mon shook her head, after a second moving her chin forward, dark gaze meeting Lady Sam's as she pressed her lips to her knuckles. She pulled back, smiling widely. "It's me being so happy that you still love me."
Lady Sam inhaled, eyes widening momentarily, before she nodded and moved her hand forward again, brushing her knuckles along Mon's cheek. She searched her gaze. "Mon. Loving you," she licked her lips, "Is all I know how to do."
Staring up at her, Mon choked out a stuttered exhalation, closing her eyes and pressing her suddenly burning gaze to Lady Sam's shoulder as her lover wrapped her arms back around her.
It her turn to shake, Lady Sam's hand stroking along the back of her neck and scratching at her scalp, Mon buried herself into her, breathed her in, and promised herself that, no matter what she had to do, she was never going to lose this ever again.