A/N: Oh my gosh, the last update I gave was so long ago I don't even want to see when it was. First, Tumblr came into my life (and consumed it) and Summer School as well as regular school and of course working. And let's not forget the whole Seddie arc that just went on Nick, breaking my heart in a somewhat satisfying way. But I know that those are no excuses for taking forever to update this story. So, in honor of the Seddie arc that we just had the pleasure of witnessing (these past 4 weeks? I feel like it has been longer), I give you the last Chapter to my story besides an epilogue that is in the works (How many times have you guys heard that huh?). To those that have been patiently waiting, a million thank yous for being so patient with my writer's block, and to the new ones out there, welcome and hope you enjoy this little fanfic that I spent too long writing.

The way that I did this chapter was a two way first person point of view. When you see the ~~~~~~~~~ across the page, it means it is a new point of view. So enjoy and hope you love it, because it took me forever to figure out how to end it. But I believe that I gave it somewhat justice.:)

Chapter 21: Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

We walked together arm in arm, Freddie, being the gentleman that he is, carried my little packet of pills. The walk was silent but comforting; there was no instigation, no penalizations. It was just a nice walk from the pharmacy to the hotel that Freddie was staying at. We climbed up in the elevator in more silence, and I couldn't help but want to know what it was that he was thinking about. Sure the silence was nice but it was starting to make me nervous. I wanted to know what he was thinking, and if he was thinking of me.

We reached the hotel room and as he took out his key, I could almost swear I held my breath. He held the door open for me and I walked inside thanking him, the first words we uttered since the pharmacy, which was also minimal conversation. The hotel was simplistic: normal drapes, off white carpet, clean walls, and a bed right in the middle.

"Why did you run from me Sam?" he asked me as he shut the door. I knew he would but I didn't turn back to face him as he confronted me about a subject that I was not in the mood to answer. I had to stop running away from these problems and do what he does: tackle it head on. I turned around and tried to speak, but no words were being released. I must have looked stupid having my mouth open and close every few seconds. "Why do you feel as though you have to run away from me?"

"I don't know," I said. I was pretty blunt because there were no other words to explain how I was feeling, "I don't know what to think when I'm with you Freddie; it's like one big fucking rollercoaster." I walked toward the window, looking down into the city like I was a God watching over them. "I just know that I love being with you, because I love you I guess."

"You guess?" Freddie said. I shut my eyes. No, not I guess.

"No, that came out wrong. I don't guess-"

"You guess that you love me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"No," I turned to him, "Not guess. I know that I love you, I know that," I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him, "I love when I feel you against me," and grabbed his hands, "When your hands touch me," I brushed my lips against his, "When you kiss me…"

When Sam kissed my lips, all anger faded, I wouldn't even call it anger. I tried comprehending what it was that she was going through. I know she loves me. No woman can cradle my hands like she does. She stares at them with an intimacy that cannot be put into coherent thoughts. No woman, not even Carly when I used to have the biggest crush on her, can make me hunger for a person as much as she does. Sam is a person all on her own. I crave her every second of every day. Nothing is taboo with her. When I don't see her, something doesn't feel right in my life. And it isn't until I see her again, and her smile, her sway, her smell, I feel as though something comes back to life inside me.

I cradle her hands, turn them over to look at them. She outgrew her nails again. I kiss her palms, and feel her want to pull away and yet stay closer with every sweet kiss I give her. Then I bite and feel her begin to melt beneath me.

I love when he is aggressive. I never took Freddie for being so masochistic and yet here he is, ready to nibble and bite my skin clear off my skeletal system. I release myself from his grip, and begin kissing his lips again, bringing my hands up to mess up his perfectly kept hair. I feel his hands go up in my own hair, grabbing it ardently. By now our kisses are far from simple and sweet. They are just the way we always have it: needy, urgent, and fitting. I bite down on his lips hard, hoping to taste his blood and he returns the favor, biting harder that I whimper. But still no blood from either of us.

I pushed away from Sam when I bit her and heard her cry a bit, looking straight into her devilish angel's eyes. I pull her back to me, carrying her over my shoulders as I lie her down on the sheets waiting for our arrival, clean and kept, ready to be ravaged. I dropped her on the bed without a moment's hesitation and stayed standing, my shadow towering over her. I see her challenging glare, her seductive smile enough to make me go hard and come all at the same time. She is inches away from me, her hands going up either side of my stomach, her lips kissing the fabric of my shirt. As she goes and attacks my collarbone I gasp for air.

It's always easy finding his soft spot. Freddie would always throw his head back when I would do anything to his neck and collarbone. I stayed in that specific spot for a while continuously enjoying myself, grazing and on occasion playfully biting him. I bring him down to the bed with me and continue my torture on him. This is what I like to do. I like being frisky with him, because he makes me this way.

"So we aren't gonna talk about it?" Freddie asks as I reach down to take off his pants.

"Talk about what?"

"You know," he said as I began sucking hard on his neck like a vampire, "What you said, why you ran?"

I pull away from him, panting in the process. I didn't want to talk about anything. I just wanted to sleep with him.

"What is there to talk about? We're together now."

"But Sam," he said, leaning toward the edge of the bed, "I want to know that you have your head in the game like I do." I didn't say anything, giving him the floor. "I want to be sure that you want to be here with me and you won't regret it later. I am being offered a job to run a department here. I'm not going back to Seattle for a while."

"I know that, you don't have to remind me of that," I said. I knew that he was going to take the job, start a life here while I was still stuck in Seattle, "I want you to stay here and work them." I smiled, trying to hide sadness as I lowered my head. His fingers stopped my head from dropping completely; cupping my chin as his mouth pleaded a decision that would change everything.

"Stay here with me," he said.

Before I looked into his eyes, I felt the sincerity in what he asked of me. I brought my lips to his once again and hugged him close.

"Sam? Stay with me?" He asked me this time.

I stopped his begs and pleas with my mouth, drinking him in to leave me with incoherent thoughts. I pull his shirt over his head and take mine off in the process, careless with my fingers. Why worry about broken fingers when your heart is breaking?

"Please answer me Sam," he said. I try my hardest not to cry. I reach for the lamp on the bedside and turn it off.

"I'll stay Freddie," I lie.

"I'll stay Freddie," Sam whispers to me in the darkness. I breathe in a sigh of relief as I kiss her urgently. I reach down and unbutton her pants, rushing with my own because Sam still had sprained fingers. Relief washed over me as I feel her body heat close to mine and it made me think of later times, how she would still be here with me in years to come. How I'll be waking up to her body heat now and forever. How I'll be kissing this blonde haired angel until the day I die.

"I love you," I said. I heard her sniff back tears.

"I love you too," she said, wrapping her arms around me. By the time we exchanged words of affection every piece of clothing was off. There was nothing holding us back as I kissed her wet cheeks, and cradled her face with delicate caresses. I feel her fingers stroking my back, not clawing like she always does. It was a nice change to see us go from feverish and ardently needing each other to just feeling, just exploring our bodies.

I entered her delicately, feeling her gasp quietly, as if we were virgins, back in my room four years ago. Just to get it over with, she said. You didn't want to go to college a virgin did you?

And then came the drama with Jesse, and her war on solitude. She hated that I was never home. And whenever I was home, it was just for a few months. Her confusion and my madness this summer never would have happened if it weren't for Jesse and her need to be loved by someone. She knew that I love her more than anything. And now there is nothing that will keep me from her, because I want her to stay here with me. There is no Jesse to confuse her thoughts anymore. No sadistic mother that would turn her away from whom she loved. And vice versa. I love Sam so much that I never want to live without her. I can't live without her.

I keep my pace of our love making slow and steady. We were no longer looking for a good fucking. We were bringing down walls, leaving ourselves vulnerable to each other. I wanted her to feel more than just loved. She was so much more to me now. I want to see her with me forever. A big white picket fence with a blue-eyed boy or girl. As long as they had her eyes, her big gorgeous eyes I didn't care what we have. I just want the feeling that she would be completing everything in my world by marrying me, loving me, as much as I have always loved her.

I didn't want to hurt him anymore than I was going to. I felt him enter inside me and I gasped at the tenderness of the action. I was not feeling hot and heavy for him anymore. I just felt loved.

I knew there was no other emotion coursing through me as I felt him move inside me. He loves me as much as I love him. His kisses and caresses have changed. They aren't hungry anymore. They are loving, something I always wanted to show but I was always too afraid to. The way that he holds me it's as if he never wants to let me go. The rhythm he is going as we are connected like magnets is comforting, as if I should not think about anything but this moment. This perfect moment of love, where neither one of us wants to let go. I bring myself up to rest my forehead against his, wanting more connections, more touching, more Freddie. I look at him through the darkness in the room, the only light coming from the windows.

I try to make eye contact, searching for his brown eyes. It doesn't take no more than a few seconds to see that he is staring straight at me, with his loving gaze. I hold back tears as I realize this moment, this point in time, will be the last time that I ever see them this close. That as I press my lips against his, it will be the last time I will ever feel them. As I touch every part of his body, I will never feel as close to anyone's as I did with his.

I wrap my right arm across the small of her back and bring her closer as I felt myself rising higher and higher with passion. As I did, I felt Sam underneath me began to shake like she did as she was ready to climax. She gripped onto me tighter than she did all night and I prepared myself. Her panting grew heavier as did my own, and I felt her walls closing around me, causing me to reach my breaking point.

We both come down from our highs in minutes and lie together, as Sam brings her arm across my chest, but her head turned away from me.

"You know I meant it when I said I love you back right?" she said through her locks of hair sticking to her face.

"Of course I did, just like I meant it Sam," I said. I reached around and brought her gaze to mine, removing strands of hair from her face. Her eyes were red and puffy. "Why are you crying?"

I turned away when he asked me that, brushing off remaining tears on the pillows.

"Just out of happiness," I said, "Because you love me, and you aren't ashamed of it."

"Why would I be?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing that I have done or will do will matter will it?" I asked.

"What are you planning to do?" I turned to face him, trying my hardest not to cry.

"Leaving you here in the morning," I confessed, pushing myself away from him, though it pained me to do so, "I can't stay here Freddie. I love you but I can't keep dragging you down, when you have so many things to do with your life-"

"And I want you there to do them with me," he said.

"You shouldn't want to. You should want someone with a prettier face, a prettier personality-"

"I want to do them with someone that I love, and that makes me crazy just the way she is. That's always been you Sam," he said, "I have never wanted to be with any girl the way that I want to be with you," he got up and I stared how bare he was in front me, just like I was in front of him.

"Why me? Why not Annabelle or anyone else in this life? I bet there are hundreds and thousands of women out there willing to marry you and you want broken goods?" I asked, "I left you for another man even though I knew you would come back, I drove you crazy all summer because I was seeing Jesse. I cheated on him with you and I made you believe that I didn't love you anymore by dating him. Why do you wanna be with someone that is making your world a living hell?"

"You aren't making my world a living hell," he came closer, "But you will if you leave." I stood still, waiting on him to come closer. He turned on the light, exposing ourselves to each other, no longer able to hide in the dark. "If you leave me Sam, I'll chase after you. Wherever you go, I'll go looking for you. I'll go wherever I need to go to find you, because I don't ever want to be away from you anymore. You are broken goods to anyone else out there in the world, and yeah, you broke my heart when you started dating Jesse." I bit my lip, "But if there was one thing that I learned while I was away from you, was that you're not broken to me. You are beautiful and I love you too much to let you go."

Tears were falling down my face as he declared that he loved me. I was no longer trying to hold them in. He came closer to me and it was what I needed: for him to tell me once again that he loved me. That he wasn't going to change me for someone else. That I wasn't broken to him. And he gave me all that and more as he covered me with his being and brought my lips to his, showing his need as well as his desire for me.

"I love you Sam," he said.

"I love you Freddie," I answered, the thoughts of leaving him gone from my mind as we tumbled back into bed. From that point as we touched the bed, I made it my mission to not leave it, unless we were going to leave it together.

A/N: You know how much I love reviews? Enough to beg for them? Yeah, around that much, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I will love you people so much for your reviews, just like I always do! :)

And hopefully the epilogue will be up by tomorrow so I can officially work on another M-rated fic. (Anyone here a seddie lover who is also a Finchel lover?)

Much love,

Kit Kat Bar (aka Whisperedlove 13)