Hey guys. I'm really sorry about the lack of updates - my only excuse is school. :P I have four important tests coming up, and I just took one today - but anyway, here's your update! :D

Sammy's POV:

After a few delightful days spent entirely with Timmy, roaming San Francisco, it was the day of Kristen's picnic party. My boyfriend was going to pick me up in an hour, and I had no clue what to wear. After pacing back and forth for a bit, I finally got up the guts to walk over to the phone, pick it up, and dial the number I'd considered calling for a while.

"Hello?" Posey's voice spoke through my cell phone, which was the only thing I'd bothered to set up - other than wi-fi, of course - in my apartment.

"Hey, Buster. It's me, Sammy."

"Hey, Sam. What's up?"

I chewed my lip slightly with anxiety. "Can I talk to Kristen for a sec?"

"Sure, give me a moment." I could hear steps echoing away from the phone, and a call of "Kristen! Sammy wants to talk to you!" resounding in the Posey house. Steps rushed back to the phone, and I prepared myself for talking to the superstar's charming wife.

"Hey, Sammy, darling!" she chirped enthusiastically into the phone, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Kristen. I was just getting ready for the party, but I've never been to anything like this before, so.. I'm not exactly sure of the..."

"Dress code?" she provided helpfully. I nodded, before remembered that she couldn't see me.

"Yeah. Is it more of... classy, or more casual?" She chuckled, but not in an offensive way. She was simply a happy-go-lucky person.

"I guess you'd call it classy-casual. Some might wear casual dresses, others simply jeans. Wear what's comfortable for you, dear."

"Okay, thanks, Kristen. See you there!"

"Bye, darling." I sighed with relief as I hung up the phone. My hands were trembling slightly - I'd never really been good on the phone. I didn't know why - I was comfortable talking to people in person, but just not speaking into a metal device pressed to my ear. I guess it was just a weird thing about me.

"Come on in, it's unlocked," I called as I heard the knock on the front door. I was standing in front of my mirror, carefully braiding my hair.

"Sam?" Timmy called from the front entryway. I hear the door closing behind him, and smiled to myself.

"I'm in my bedroom," I called back, and heard his footsteps approach before I saw his form in the mirror, standing behind me.

"Hello, darling," he murmured, kissing my neck as he hugged my from behind. I smiled as I leaned into his embrace, staring into his eyes from the mirror.

With a quick twist, I secured my final braid with a hairband from my wrist.

"There we go," I muttered. "Now I can do this properly." I turned around in his arms, wrapped mine around his neck, and pulled him down to my height to kiss him. He sighed into my mouth, open against his, flicking his tongue lightly against mine before pulling back.

"I love you, Sam," he whispered, as I rested my head against his chest.

"Love you more," I said with a smile. He laughed.

"I don't think that's even possible," he confessed, and I smiled softly, my heart melting once again.

"You're too sweet, Timmy," I murmured, and he kissed my nose lightly.

"So are you, love."

We walked into the huge doors with the Giants logo on them together, Tim's arm curled almost protectively around me. As we walked, I couldn't help looking around.

"So this is where you go every time the Giants steal you from me?" I teased, although there was a note of awe in my voice. He looked around as though seeing it for the first time.

"It's not much, actually," he said in a dismissive tone, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Timmy, darling, there's very few people who actually get to set foot in here. I'm insanely jeaous of you, seeing as you're one of them."

He shrugged in response. "So's Pablo, Buster, Matt, Mark, and the other guys." Thinking of the rest of the team, I brightened up.

"So I'm seriously going to meet Brandon Crawford? And the newbie, Steve Edlefsen?"

"Yeah." Was it just me, or was Tim's voice somewhat unusally blunter than it normally was? I pushed the thought out of my mind, a little spring being added to my step as the light at the end of the tunnel (literally) began to shine in front of us. When we were about ten feet from the dugout entrance, Tim stopped suddenly, tugging on my hand lightly.

I turned to him, and was in the middle of "Hmm?" when I was pressed against the wall firmly, Timmy's mouth on mine. I melted under his touch, sighing as my arms came up to wrap around his neck lightly, and play with the ends of his hair. When he pulled back, we were both breathing slightly harder than normal.

"Remember, Sammy," he murmured, nibbling my neck lightly, "You're mine."

I sighed dreamily.