Title - Written By The Victors
Chapter title - The Welcome
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Adventure/Friendship/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own the Uncharted Series in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding my oc's, not recognized from the games. For this chapter I own, Penny Kingsley.
Chapter Word Count - 3720 words.

A/n - Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

WARNING - NSFW!

It had been a very long and very rough day for Samuel Drake. It was supposed to have been a simple grab from an empty house. But the house wasn't empty, the journal he was looking for wasn't in the safe it should've been in and the family who owned the place were wealthy enough to have security. Very big, burly looking security. Of course, Sam being Sam, he had exactly what he needed but he also had a few additional cuts and bruises to go with his aches and pains.

He sat in the hotel bar, wincing as his whiskey touched his split lip. Sully had been opposite him for most of the night but eventually headed off to his own room. He'd tried to convince Sam to go to bed and rest, a strange look in his eye, but Sam was distracted. Penny was coming to meet them in two days.

After the phone call he'd had with her three nights previous his mind, when not working, was constantly on her. He couldn't wait for her to be there with him, to be able to touch her delicate skin again, kiss her lips and her nose where her freckles lay. He wanted to see each of her tattoos up close and personal, let her discover his other tattoo that she was so excited about.

When the bar finally closed up Sam was wobbly on his feet, eyes hazy in his drunken state as he found his way to his hotel room. It took him a few minutes to slot his key into the hole but he finally got into his room, leaning his back on the door for a few seconds to get his bearings. He tossed the key onto the table, toeing off his boots, managing not to fall over, and using the bathroom. When he finally turned to head for bed, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

There was a figure lying across his bed, propped up on their elbow, watching him. He couldn't see them in the dark, he hadn't bothered to turn a light on. He was confused, it couldn't be someone from the house, they would've hit him by now if it was and they certainly wouldn't be lying in his bed. He moved to the wall, flicking on the light switch causing the figure to raise an arm to cover her eyes.

"A little warning next time."

"Penny?" Sam's eyes went wide and a grin appeared on his face. "You weren't 'sposed to be here til Friday."

"Surprise." She giggled, climbing off the bed. "Sully got me a spare key."

"That's why he wanted me to go to bed." Sam ran a hand over his face, suddenly feeling bad for spending the night alone in the bar instead of here in his woman's arms. "You look lovely." He smiled, looking down at her small frame. She was wearing a pair of pink pajama shorts and a white vest top.

"You look like hell." She pursed her lips as she approached, reaching up to run her finger along his split lip. "Come sit, I'll sort you out."

"Mm'kay." He hummed, taking a seat on the bed.

Penny dissapeared into the bathroom, returning with some medical supplies. She sat close beside Sam, cleaning his lip and the small cut above his eyebrow. She took her time, ensuring not to hurt him. Sam couldn't believe how gentle she was with him. She knew he could handle alot worse than the few cuts he did have and yet here she was doing her best not to cause him anymore pain.

"You're so soft." He murmured, running his hand down her arm. "So soft."

"You're drunk." She smirked, tossing the cotton balls she'd used to clean his face into the trash. "Let's go to bed."

She pulled back the already messy covers as Sam stood, trying to remove his belt. It took him a minute but he managed to pull it from the loops and begin to remove his jeans. Penny watched in amusement as he got them stuck on his feet and fell back onto the bed with an 'oof'. Hiding her laughter she pulled the jeans the rest of the way off, finding Sam smiling down at her, his eyes half lidded.

"You taking advantage of me, sweetheart?"

"Come get into bed." She chuckled, waiting for him to get himself lay flat on his back before she climbed in beside him.

"C'mere." He held his arms out and with a happy smile she shuffled over and lay her head on his chest, her arm draping over his stomach whilst his wrapped around her shoulders. "You're so tiny." He shifted around so they were face to face, entwining his long legs with hers. "I could just carry you around in my pocket." He giggled and as he did Penny thought she'd never heard a better noise than a grown man's giggle.

"That'd save me from all the rock climbing." She reached up to rest the palm of her hand on his cheek, rough with stubble. "Get some sleep, Sammy. We'll talk more when you wake up."

"Nope." He had a mischievous smile on his face and Penny narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"Why not?"

"Well, I can't sleep without a goodnight kiss, can I?" He said like it were the most obvious thing in the world, pouting his lips as soon as he'd finished speaking.

"How silly of me." She moved closer, pressing a small kiss to his already waiting lips. She tried to move away but Sam placed his hand on the back of her neck, holding her in place. She placed her hands on his chest and gave a little push, making him release his hold. "You're drunk."

"So?" Sam pouted, eyes staring hungrily at her lips. "Kiss me again."

"We can kiss all you like in the morning, I promise."

"You promise?"

Penny nodded and for a second she thought he was going to argue but instead he pulled her closer until there was no space between them, snuggled his head into the crook of her neck and let himself drift to sleep. She ran a hand through his hair, appreciating the soft moan of content that drifted from his lips before she too let sleep overcome her.

Sam was woken by the feeling of something or rather someone squirming against him. Frowning, he opened his eyes finding a white fabric in front of them. He pulled his head back a touch realizing that the something directly in front of his eyes was a breast and the other was beneath his head. All at once he remembered Penny being in his room the previous night and he jerked his head up, finding the red head trying to shift from beneath his heavy weight.

"I'll have to tell the man at the check in desk that these pillows are the comfiest I've ever had." Penny snorted at Sam's words, still trying to wiggle free. "Though the mattress moves around alot, s'kinda weird."

"Sam, I have to use the bathroom, you're on my bladder."

He rolled onto his back letting Penny scamper off to the bathroom. He kicked off the blankets, the morning heat enough for his skin. When Penny returned Sam was lay with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips, looking the most relaxed she had ever seen him. He didn't seem to have noticed her return and so she took a second to admire him.

His hair was messy, stuck up over the pillows. He had one arm behind his head, the other across his chest, one leg tucked under the other. He was wearing only a tee shirt and his boxers and Penny had blushed when she realised she could see the outline of his member and the trail of hair that lead there. His shirt had rolled up to just above his stomach and she could see three distinct scars that she knew must've been from Panama.

"You gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna get your cute little ass over here?"

She hopped into the bed, sitting cross legged as she looked down at his stomach. She reached her hand forward, lightly running her fingers along the scars. Sam flinched, lifting his head to watch her with curiosity. She could feel him looking and could sense his insecurity. She shifted back so she could lean forward, pressing her lips to each individual scar before she lay back down beside him. Sam was overcome with his desire for her, to have her so close to him, to see her come undone all because of him. He hooked an arm around her waist, pulling until she was lay on his chest, looking down at him with a giddy smile.

"Good morning to you too, handsome."

"Handsome, huh?" He bent his legs at the knees so she was trapped between them as she nodded. "Kiss for the handsome guy?"

Giggling she let her head loll forward to press her lips to his. Normally she'd be self conscious of her possible morning breath but she was too enraptured by this man to care. The kiss quickly got more heated as his tongue traced her lower lip. She opened her mouth letting her tongue meet his feeling a jolt of electricity run through her down to her very core.

One of Sam's strong hands drifted down her back to cup and squeeze her ass, making her squeal into his kiss. He chuckled and continued his actions. She let one hand stay rested on his chest whilst the other moved up to his hair, running her fingers through it. He groaned low in his throat when she gave it a little tug and pulled away from his lips. She ducked her head, kissing those four birds she'd come to love and then pressing kisses along his jawline. Sam rolled them over so she was trapped beneath him, giving her another breath taking kiss when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Remind me, doll... Where were your tattoos?"

She paused for a second, wondering why he would choose such a moment to ask but she went with it and pulled her left leg out from beneath him. He spotted the dainty looking violet tattooed onto the side of her achilles heel. He ran his thumb over it before pressing his lips against the petals and then moving up slightly to kiss the scar where the bullet had grazed her back in Kings Bay. Smiling she sat up and moved onto her knees, turning her back to him so he could see the moon outline on the lower back of her neck. Again, he traced the outline before kissing her skin.

"Two more, right?" He asked and she nodded sitting back down again. "Well, where is the third?"

Smirking, she tapped her rib cage, just below where her bra would be. Sam had a devilish grin on his face as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, reveling in the giggles falling from Penny's lips. His hands rested on her hips for only a moment before he was pushing her vest top up over her stomach and breasts and slipping it over her head until it hit the floor on the opposite side of the room.

Sam caught his own lip between his teeth as he looked down at Penny's bare chest. He had to restrain himself from grabbing at her breasts, instead looking lower at her tattoo beneath her right breast. It was an anchor, a fact that made him smile, but part of it looked as though it were piercing her skin and coming out a little further up, like it was really stuck into her. He traced this one for longer, admiring each detail before he pressed his lips there. And again he pressed his lips to the knife wound, still red and sore but quickly healing.

As he did his left hand moved up to cup her chest, thumb running over her nipple. Penny gasped, eyes falling closed until his lips closed around her right, making her arch her back with a loud long moan. Sam paid close attention to each side, until Penny was squirming in her seat, rubbing her thighs together in an attempts to create friction and making a mental note that having Sam touch her nipples felt even better than when she did.

"Where's the fourth?"

Penny pointed to the top of her left thigh and Sam wasted no time in running his hand up her thighs and hooking his fingers into the waist band of her shorts and panties, slipping them down her legs. The tattoo was a large pink rose with a few deep green leaves behind it. As he traced each petal and each leaf Penny's breathing was deep, realizing this was the first time she'd ever been fully exposed to anyone. She felt a moment of self consciousness until Sam dipped his head to kiss the tattoo.

She jumped, feeling his stubble against her skin, so close and yet so far from where she wanted him to be. He could hear her barely hidden whimpers and refrained a laugh. He kissed his way up her thigh, across her pelvis and back down her other thigh. She groaned a little, knowing he was doing this on purpose. He grabbed her legs, pushing them apart so she was fully open to him. He let his hand caress her hips as he licked, kissed, sucked and nibbled his way along each thigh, avoiding her soaked core. He pressed his lips on her innermost thigh, allowing his breath to fan over her creating the most delicious of feelings.

"Sam, please."

That was all he needed to hear. He licked a strip up her folds and another moan escaped her, even louder and even longer than before. Sam groaned in response as he set to work, licking her folds and flicking his tongue against her clit until she was practically twitching in anticipation.

He pulled away only for a brief moment, sucking one finger into his mouth before slowly slipping it into into her. She called out his name at the intrusion, letting her fingers run into his hair and lightly scratching against his scalp. He hummed his appreciation against her clit, inserting another finger when he thought she was ready. Soon enough she was bucking her hips up to meet his fingers as they pumped in and out of her until she threw her head back onto the pillow, his name coming out in a strangled moan as she came. Sam had never heard his name sound so good before.

She lay panting on the bed as he sat up, staring down at her whilst he sucked her juices from his own fingers. She stared up at him, eyes hazy with lust. She managed to climb onto her knees, a little shakily, running her hands down his chest and slipping them beneath his shirt.

"Do I get to see your other tattoo then?"

"What, I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

Sam let her pull the shirt over his head, fighting to hide his smile as her eyes scanned his body. She saw the toned chest and stomach, she saw his scars, his happy trail and his v line, she even saw his toned back but no tattoo. Pouting she frowned up at him, letting her fingers run through the hair that ran into his boxers where his prominent erection was waiting to be released.

"Did you lie to me, Samuel?"

Sam's hips twitched forward at the use of his full name. "Maybe it's still covered, sweetheart."

Biting her lip, Penny dipped her fingers into his boxers, letting them run down his length. Sam's mouth fell open and she pushed his underwear down, revealing a small black cross on his hip bone. She looked up at him, hoping for an explanation.

"I was eighteen." He shrugged. "One last act of rebellion after we left the orphanage, I guess."

Penny smirked, leaning forward and kissing the faded black ink. Sam sucked the air in through his teeth, seeing her so close to having her lips on him.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his length, eyes widening at his size. She had expected him to be large but this was more than she thought she could handle. She moved her hand along him in a tortuously slow movement.

"Is this your revenge for how long I spent on your thighs?" Sam's voice was thick with lust as he watched her small hands move along him.

Penny gave a small nod, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his tip. His breath caught in his throat, wanting to place his hands in her hair and guide himself into her mouth but it was her first time and he wanted to let her go at her own pace.

Lucky for him she could see his desire and darted her tongue out to circle the head of his cock. She took his throaty groan as encouragement and licked a strip from base to tip before taking the head into her mouth. She let her tongue circle him again as her hands worked the rest of his length and his balls before she began to move her head lower, taking more and more of him until she couldn't take anymore. What she couldn't fit she worked with her hand, pumping it whilst she bobbed her head up and down on the rest.

Sam became a mess of grunts and moans, hands balled in fists, eyes closed in ecstasy. He opened them every now and then to see her pretty mouth wrapped around him, making him feel so good. Eventually though he gently pulled her away, struggling to ignore the small popping sound as he slipped from her lips.

She straightened up, leaning into Sam's embrace, their lips crashing together once again. He gradually moved her back so her head was resting on the pillows, pulling her legs up and wrapping them around his hips. He rubbed himself against her clit, both of them losing themselves in the feeling until Penny's eyes snapped open.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Shit, hold on."

Sam jumped off the bed, quickly rummaging through his still half packed luggage to find the box of condoms he'd bought for Penny's arrival. He pulled out a packet and climbed back between Penny's legs as he tore open the foil. Whilst he rolled it down his length, Penny slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing herself whilst she waited.

"Someone's impatient." Sam grumbled.

He swatted her hand away as he lined himself up at her entrance, easing himself inside of her, eyes fixed on her face for any signs of discomfort. He paused once he was half way inside to press kisses over her chest and all over her face, making her giggle. He moved further inside of her, refraining from slipping himself out and pounding back in. The feeling of being fully buried inside of her made him feel like he could cum right there and then but he held back, stopping to look into her dark chocolate eyes.

"You good, princess? I'm not hurting you am I?"

"No." Her voice was breathy and her arms reached over his shoulders, hands resting behind his neck. "You're so big but... It feels really fucking good." She confessed, eyes lowering to see his cock deep inside her. "Please move, Sam." She whimpered.

Sam pulled back, slipping out a little before pushing himself back in, moaning as he did so. He stayed close to her, almost chest to chest as he slowly worked himself in and out. He pressed kisses everywhere he could reach, sucking marks into her neck and chest.

As he built up a rhythm, Penny's thoughts were a blur. She tried to focus on Sam, on his mouth and those blissful noises coming from him but his cock was hitting her in all the right places and her toes were starting to curl from the pleasure. She dug her nails into his back and Sam sped up, fucking into her at a quicker pace, her nails dragging down his skin now.

"Fuck, Sam, don't stop! Don't stop, baby." Penny panted as he pressed his forehead to hers, eyes piercing through her.

"You feel so good, baby girl." Sam grunted, hand gripping her breast as the other was pressed onto the pillow above her, holding his weight.

Penny tried to reach up, kissing Sam's tattoos as his hips snapped up to meet hers. Her vision blurred as she screamed out his name, dropping herself back onto the pillow, arching her back as she came around his cock, shudders of pleasure running down her body.

Sam didn't slow his pace, instead burying his head into the crook of her neck, mouth gently biting down on her soft skin, leaving behind a mark. Soon enough his thrusting stuttered in pace until he pushed himself as deep as he could, stilling inside of her and cumming with a soft cry of her name.

He stayed hovering over her, panting in time with her until he eventually pulled himself out, removing the now full condom and tossing it into the trash can in the corner. He rolled back over, pulling Penny into his chest as she smiled over at him. He let his hand run up and down her back, tracing patterns into her porcelain skin

"So, you wanted to know what my stubble would feel like between your thighs." He smirked. "How was it?"

"Better than I imagined." Penny chuckled, running her fingers along his jawline. "That's quite a welcome I got, huh?"

"Mm." Sam hummed, hyper aware of her hand now tickling the skin of his neck.

"What time are we supposed to be going to meet Sully today?" Penny glanced at the clock on the wall behind Sam. "It's already ten thirty."

"Shh, honey." Sam pulled her in closer to him. "Sully knows your here so I'm sure he can imagine what we might be up to."

"Sam!"

"Sully can wait." Sam chuckled. "I'm not done with you yet."