Sam/Addison - "intimacy"
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Oh My Stars
- Andrew Belle
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"Slow down," Sam whispers, grasping her hands tightly in his and licking his way down her stomach, taking his sweet time. He can feel her hips trying to grind up against him, and he'll get there eventually. They have all weekend for tasting, sucking, and exploring skin he's seen a thousand times already but never properly savored.
The sheets are already covered with a thin layer of perspiration, from their previous endeavor, where he let her lead the way into an explosion of fury and frantic murmurs of "harder" and "faster". And that was fun, more than fun, and enjoyable, but this is his journey- to show her exactly what he's feeling with every inch of his body.
And it sounds so silly, seven months into this, but he hasn't had many nights of slow, long, and loving rounds of sex. One of them will get paged, or someone has to be up early for a surgery, or to check on Maya, or Amelia is down the hall. It's always something that prevents him from spending the night wrapped in the sheets above and below her.
But now, a few hundred miles away from home and the beach, in the heart of wine country, he has no pager, no bothersome roommates, and no responsibilities to hold him back from sliding his tongue over her clit and denying her when she reaches out to show him where she wants his hand to press.
He's got chilled champagne, a roasting fireplace, those damn rose petals coating the floor, and if Sam in the earlier years would have seen this he may have said he was trying just a touch too hard, but the Sam that's with Addison wants to try everything. He wants the cheesy jacuzzi tub in the living room and the hotel that expects them to spend the entire weekend holed up in the room so they've prepared an excellent selection for their room service.
He wants to know exactly what her toes look like when they curl, if she prefers the top or bottom, if she likes props, toys, and role plays or if she just prefers his talented fingers and dedicated tongue. He wants to wake her up in the middle of the night with a proposition she can't refuse even if they aren't 29 anymore, and actually do enjoy their sleeping hours.
He wants to hold her under the stars and pretend like they still believe in wishes; like they don't depend on second, third, and fourth chances no matter their beginnings.