AN: Thank you Jenna for your kind words and for reviewing again. I've only ever had one story that was consistantly reviewed whilst I was writing it so I've learned not to get my hopes up too much. To others who are reading this there is by no means any obligation to review but if you want to please feel free. Mostly though I hope you just enjoy the story. As for a more in depth story about S&S, I don't have the time right now but I'm almost at the end of the semester. Maybe in a few weeks if I get a good enough concept I'll write one. Anyway, here is part five. I hope you like it.

Sam rolled his head back looking up at the roof as he swirled the dregs of his beer. He was at Kyle Dvorsky's 'my parents are out of town' party but he wasn't having a very good time.

He looked forwards at the people in front of him. There was a bunch of people here that he did know and many more that he didn't. They were all starting to blend together in a way that made Sam think that maybe he'd had too much to drink.

His eyes settled on a figure that was swaying back and forth in time with the music that he could vaguely register in the background. He was turned on just watching her. He felt a smile creep on to his face, then quickly darken to a frown when he realised he wasn't the only one looking at her. Before he even really realised what he was doing he'd already walked over to her.

"Hey Anastasia," he said cutting his way through the various girls that surrounded her. He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss on her mouth, looking back at the other boy who had dared to even lay his eyes on her. When the boy looked away the jealous beast in Sam's chest purred with satisfaction.

"Sam?" Stacey said, suddenly wrapping her arms around him. By the way she sounded and the way she clung he figured she must have been drinking too.

"Yeah baby?" he replied, not noticing he had let that old familiar name slip out.

"It's you," she said, before kissing him again.

"Mmm yeah it's me," he said sliding his hand down her waist so he could grab her ass. Fuck she felt good. "Come with me," he slurred in her ear.

"Okay," she agreed focusing those big blue eyes on his.

He got a hold of her hand and led her upstairs to a place where he couldn't hear the music anymore. It must have been someone's bedroom because there was a bed in there.

Sam locked the door behind him before kicking off his shoes and climbing on top of the mattress. He waited as Stacey did the same. Even in the darkness she still overwhelmed him with how much he wanted her.

She walked towards him and stood next to the bed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her next to him.

"I've missed you so much," he said releasing her wrist so he could cup her cheek with his hand. He leaned forward and met her mouth with his own again. "You're so amazing," he whispered. His hand left her cheek to tangle in her hair whilst his kiss grew deeper.

"Sam," she gasped pulling away from him, "what are you doing?"

"I love you Stacey," he groaned in return, capturing her mouth again. "I love you so much."

He pulled her head closer and wrapped his leg around hers before rolling her over to lay on top of him. His free hand grabbed at her ass again before reaching under her dress. As he hooked his thumb under her underwear she gave a small moan. He could hardly stand it. His mouth met hers once more and he did with his tongue what he was longing to do to her elsewhere.

He pulled her underwear down her thighs before lifting the skirt of her dress higher to pool around her waist. He broke their kiss to yank her zipper down so her dress fell down her shoulders revealing her bare breasts. He had seen her like this before but it sure had been a while.

"Sam?" she said uncertainly as he just stared at her.

He gave her a small smile and flipped her over so she was now laying flat against the mattress. He reached for the dress still around her waist and pulled it down, collecting her underwear as he moved it down her legs before throwing it all to the ground. He then reached for the front of his own shirt and pulled it over his head before throwing it to join her discarded clothes.

"I love you so much Stacey," he repeated before lowering his bare chest against her own. He kissed her just as hungrily as he had before, using his leg to open hers, pressing her as close to him as he could. She spread her legs to welcome him closer, wrapping them around him as he pressed himself harder against her.

"Shit Stacey," he groaned as he began unconsciously thrusting against her. If she was scared he didn't know it, all he could feel was his own want. "Stacey," he groaned again. "I want you so much," he slurred into her hair.

He fumbled with his button and fly. She was saying something but he couldn't hear her, he was being consumed with the feeling that what he had wanted for so long was finally about to happen. As he entered her he heard her gasp.

"You feel so amazing," he slurred before he attacked her mouth once more. "So amazing."

He pushed into her, harder and harder, faster and faster until in one glorious moment he came and he was filled with the most wonderful feeling. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him, as he manoeuvred them both under the covers of the bed before falling asleep feeling completely happy.

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When he awoke and seen her still wrapped in his arms he was overcome with a wave of guilt. Fuck, he thought to himself, what have I fucking done?I have to get the hell out of here.

He got out of the bed and reached for his clothes, pulling them on in a hurry. He was almost out of the door when he looked back to see Stacey still sound asleep.

He sighed, he couldn't leave her here. He'd already done enough to her for one night.

"Stace," he said, shaking her shoulder gently. "Get dressed princess, I'm taking you home.