A/N: Um, wow... well I basically feel like a newbie all over again. I didn't realize it had been over a year since I've updated. Holy cow, really? Sadly, its because I've all but stopped writing. Even this chapter is over a year old, something I'd written and thrown away. I found it tonight and thought it was cute and might be a good way to let anyone who cares that I'm not dead. =] I'm still alive, just in college. A party school, if that clears anything up farther. =]

Warnings/Disclaimers: Uh, there be sexual innuendo here. Pairing is Sam/Jess and its pre-Pilot, Stanford days. I own nothing.

So, uh, read? I guess. And review? I don't deserve them after I abandoned , but I sure do appreciate them!

He was laughing. Laughing!

She crossed her arms over her busty chest and pouted. "You're not supposed to laugh. You're supposed to want to do me." She whined.

Sam shook his head, holding up his hand, attempting—and failing—to stifle his laugh. "Jess… I do… It's just…"

She 'harumph-ed' and leaned against the doorframe.

"What? It's just what?" She asked, raising her eyebrow and sucking in her cheeks in an "I'm so mad at you right now" look that had always made the crotch of his pants feel a tad bit too tight.

"Heels?" He laughed. "I've never seen you walk in heels; I doubt you could have sex wearing them. You'll tear a hole in something, probably me."

"I was trying to be sexy." She whispered, stepping out of the lacy black pumps and kicking them away.

He sat up and crawled towards the edge of the bed, where he sat: feet on the floor and arms reaching out for her. She shuffled her feet closer so he could wrap his arms around her trim waist and pull her close enough so he could kiss softly between her ample breasts.

She rested her hands atop his head and gently, sensually, ruffled his hair.

"You're very sexy." He whispered, running his lips along her soft curves. "You don't need to try."

"I just wanted it to be special, that's all." She explained. "I bought new underwear and everything."

He grinned up at her, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties—sexy red lacy panties with a matching push up bra. "They're coming off anyway." He explained. "And you'd like fine in grannie panties."

She smiled down at him and brought her face to his, her hands resting on his "I just shaved this morning" cheeks and she kissed him softly. As she pulled away she gently sucked on his bottom lip, savoring his taste. She made a quiet "mmh" noise that made him shudder.

She pushed him on the bed, flat on his back and straddled his waist, walking up his chest with her hands. She had this little sex kitten smile on her face and he found himself smiling with her.

She just made him so damn happy.

And not just sexually happy.

Really, genuinely "let's go skip in the daisy patch" happy.

He reached up and grabbed her chin, forced their faces together and slid his free hand down the curve of her back to the back of her thigh.

She giggled into his mouth and he smiled against her lips, remembering just then how ticklish she could be.

"Don't." She whispered and her breath was hot and humid against his chin.

"Sorry." He whispered back and kissed her. "I love you." He breathed and she pulled back. She sat on his thighs and stared at him. "What?" He asked, resting up on his elbows.

"I just… you've never said that before." She explained. "It's always 'you too' or 'ditto'." She smiled. "You've never actually told me you love me."

He shrugged, smiling a smile that took up his whole face and dimpled his cheeks. "Well I do."

She'd always known that. Ever since he'd gone with her to that dance class and actually had fun, just because they were together, she'd known that he maybe-kinda-sorta-probably loved her. But she knew he wasn't the type to say it. He'd probably never said it to his brother or father either and she'd never asked him to say it to her.

"I love you too." She whispered and then lay down next to him, cuddling close. He wrapped one arm around her and kissed her forehead. She rested her hand over his heart and just stared at his profile as he focused on the ceiling.

A minute or so passed before he turned to her. "I thought we were going to do it." She slapped his chest and he laughed heartily before rolling over on top of her.

"Sam!" She squealed as he attacked her face with kisses.

Yeah. This was love. She was certain of that.

A/N2: So, I thought it was cute at least. IF anyone cares, which I doubt, because it had been SO long, I recently unburied Ghost of Me, and was thinking about maybe trying to rewrite it? Anyone interested at all? I mean, I'm not saying I'm going to do it, just that I'm thinking about it. I might think about it more if anyone else besides me is interested. =]

Well, that's it. I hope everyone else is enjoying the new season as much as I am. Drop me a line if you ever want to talk about it. =] I'd love to chat about our boys.