Title - Written By The Victors
Chapter title - The Time Line
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 - 3631 words.
A/n - Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:
"How much did it cost?" Nate asked as he stood beside Penny in his garage, hands on hips and an amused smile on his face.
"Enough. Are you sure he'll like it?"
"Pen, he's gonna love it." He reassured her. "You could give him a crap in a box and he'd love it cause it's from you."
"Shut up or that's what I'll get you for your birthday."
It was the day of Sam's birthday and the eldest Drake brother had insisted upon no fuss being made. All he wanted was a few drinks with his family, no more, no less. He and Penny had come back to visit Nate and Elena for a few days anyway to get their land legs back so all they had to do was make a call to Sully and they were set. But Penny had been at a loss of what to get her man.
The two years previous they'd been working on their birthdays and never had time to gather presents. Sam always bought Penny something after they'd finished, apologizing profusely for not having it on the day but Penny never minded. She just liked spending it with Sam. And Penny usually told Sam he could have anything he wanted in a twenty four hour period which usually resulted in oral, sex, food and beer, more sex, shower sex, cuddles and then more sleepy sex. Penny had never had a complaint.
But since they weren't working this year she had decided to get him something special. Something that he could keep forever but she was clueless as to what to get him until Nate was telling her a story about their childhood. She'd dissapeared for the rest of the day until she'd got what she wanted, calling Nate to get rid of Sam for an hour or so whilst she stored it out of view. Elena had dragged him to the grocery store to gather some food and beer for the evening, Nate insisting he had some urgent paperwork that needed finishing.
As they closed up the garage and headed to the front of the house to greet Sully who had just pulled up, Penny received a text message from the birthday boy.
'Do I get my 24hr free-for-all this year?' When she saw the winking face and eggplant she sent a glare at Nate for showing him emoji's.
'Of course but only when we're home. I'm not doing it in Elena's house.'
'Why not? The look on Nate's face if he found out we had sex on his kitchen counter would be priceless.'
She ignored the text, quickly hiding her phone when Nate asked what she was laughing at. She gave Sully a hug, showed him the present, which he approved of, and then headed back inside.
It was well into the evening when presents were exchanged. Penny felt butterflies rising in her stomach as she stood once Sam had finished opening his gag gifts from Nate. Sam looked up at her with a frown.
"Do you want your present from me, now?" She asked, fiddling with her necklace.
"What in front of these guys?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "I'm into alot of stuff but I don't think I could perform if my brother was in the room."
"Samuel!" Penny blushed but she knew the use of his full name only pleased him more. "Different present. C'mon."
Sam climbed up from the sofa, the others following behind him as they headed toward the door to the garage. Penny turned, frowning.
"Close your eyes." She instructed. "And no peeking or there will be no twenty four hours." She whispered, taking his hand and guiding him forward.
Once he was stood directly in front of his present, Penny stood to the side of him, hands twitching with nerves.
"Right, well... Nate said you had one as a kid and you did say you liked how I held you back in King's Bay so... Surprise..."
She trailed off as Sam opened his eyes, widening when he saw it. A vintage Harley Davidson motorcycle sat before him with a shiny red finish.
"I mean, I don't really know anything about motorbikes, I just went on what the sales guy was saying but he-"
Sam cut her off with a bone crushing hug, lifting her completely off the ground as he did. He laughed aloud when he set her back on her feet, noting the smile that was beginning to form on her lips.
"I love it." He beamed, running his hand over the seat. "Nate, you remember, this is just like the one I used to have!"
"I know. Penny asked me to spare no detail."
"I couldn't find the same model you had." Penny pouted but Sam pulled her back into his side, pressing a kiss to her head.
"It's perfect, honey." He swung his leg over the bike, settling himself on the seat and re familiarizing himself with the gears. "How 'bout a ride around town?" He winked and Penny laughed pulling out two helmets. "Ah, babe." He whined.
"You want a ride, you wear the helmet."
Sam pouted but pulled the helmet over his head, complaining that it was squashing his cheeks. He rolled the bike out onto the street before Penny climbed onto the back of the bike. Nate, Elena and Sully stood watching the pair, amused laughter filling the air as they watched Sam's giddy form practically bouncing in his seat.
"You might wanna hold on, sweetheart."
Penny wrapped her arms around Sam's waist, thrilled when she felt his rumbling laughter as he started up the bike and took off down the street. Sam enjoyed hearing Penny's squeals when he sped up and started doing it purposely on long stretches of road just so she'd hold his waist even tighter.
He pulled over at the side of the street when the evening wore on, leaning against the bike with Penny stood in front of him, his arms wrapped around her waist as they watched the stars.
"You really like it then?" Penny asked in a quiet voice.
"Best birthday ever." Sam smiled, tugging gently on her arm until she was facing him. "It's perfect, honey. I love it." He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose as she gazed up at him. "I love you."
One of Sam's favorite things about Penny was her voice. He'd annoy her on purpose so she'd call him by his full name, which she was fully aware of but the resulting kisses she got were apology enough for him being a nuisance.
He loved to listen to her talk, her accent was music to his ears, and when she got really excited she'd ramble at 80 miles per hour without taking a breath and when she realized what she was doing she'd stop mid word with an adorable smile and apologize.
When he was kissing her neck she'd giggle, saying that his stubble tickled her. He loved her laughter and so he would nuzzle into her neck until she was a giggling mess. He found she had lots of different laughs too. She had her cute giggle, her loud caught-off-guard laugh, her 'Sam you're puns are awful' laugh, her low chuckle when she made an innuendo, her snort laugh when Sam would say something ridiculous and her uncontrollable laughter that she hated but he loved so he'd tickle her all the time just to hear it.
But one of his favorite things about her voice was the way she moaned. He did everything he could to have her moaning and groaning and whimpering beneath him. When they'd kiss he'd turn it into a very intense make out session in which he'd hold her close and gently pull back her hair, exposing her neck. He pressed kisses along her collar bones, lightly grazing his teeth along her skin until he reached the base of her throat which was one of her sweet spots.
He'd press his tongue against her skin, sucking again and working his was down to her sternum, another of her sweet spots. She'd be moaning as soon as his lips touched her collar bone but the further along he got the louder she became and eventually, she'd moan his name which always had him gripping her a bit tighter, pressing her closer to his own hardness.
Over their time together he had made it his personal duty to discover each and everyone of her sweet spots and when she realised what he was doing, she had done the same.
Penny's biggest were her collar bones, lower throat, sternum, wrists, nipples and hip bones. Sam's were his neck, especially his tattoo, his hip tattoo, happy trail, ear lobe and fingers. He also enjoyed having his hair pulled when his head was settled between her legs. Both of them used this knowledge to the best of their advantage during sex and sometimes in public, just to tease.
Sam liked to trace his fingers along her inner wrist, squeeze her hips, brush his lips low on her neck. He knew it had worked when she was forgetting what they were supposed to be doing, taking his large hand in hers and dragging him as fast as she could back to whatever hotel they were staying in.
Penny would kiss his tattoo, fiddle with his ear lobe, kiss his fingers and if no one was looking she had occasionally taken one of his fingers into her mouth with the excuse of him having food there. Which had only been true on one occasion and had startled the woman working on the food stall. She knew it was working when Sam all but carried her to the nearest darkened alley or back to their rental car. Penny had gotten used to semi public sex since she'd been with Sam.
Penny was usually a simple pair of jeans kind of girl, and Sam loved that. He liked the way they fit her legs and her rear, especially when she wore the high waisted ones. But something he loved even more, since it was such a rare occasion, was when she hadn't done her laundry and would wear a simple pair of leggings with one of his shirts.
His clothes always looked better on her, he thought. And the leggings fit her so perfectly and gave him the perfect view of her ass. He found himself 'accidentally' dropping things whenever she was near in leggings. When she bent to get it he'd give her ass a slap, smirking when she whirled around wide eyed to glare at him.
One thing he hated though, was when they had to leave the house whilst she was wearing them. Sam would never admit that he got jealous but oh boy, did he. He usually managed to stay quiet, glaring at whatever clown thought they could get a piece of his girl but part of him would worry that Penny make take off with someone her own age one day.
It was only when someone would get a little touchy feely with her that he'd sweep in. He knew Penny was quite capable of breaking their nose but she always tried to be polite, to not make a scene. So instead Sam would step in, arm around her waist, usually slipping to grip her ass, eyes burning holes in the other persons head until they scurried off back to whatever rock they crawled from under. Penny would always thank him by covering his face in kisses.
Penny's demeanor would switch entirely when she saw someone flirting with Sam, however. She tried, and usually failed, to keep quiet. She'd mutter to Sully about the person in question, mimicking them badly or saying loud snarky comments only for the older man to laugh at her behavior.
If someone ever touched Sam he'd brush them off but even so when Penny saw she was straight at his side, leaning up to whisper dirty promises in his ear before trailing kisses along his tattoo. She'd aim a pointed look at whoever was flirting with him until they practically shriveled under her stare. Sam would tease her for a while before he'd take her back to the hotel room to say thank you.
Penny loved that Sam was so gentle during sex. Well, seven times out of ten he was anyway. She loved that he knew all of her sweet spots, every curve and dip of her body, every sensitive patch of skin. She knew he knew just by the way he touched her, sometimes waiting for the reaction he knew was coming. She swore she could feel him smirking when he'd press his stubbled kisses to her most ticklish areas and it drove her crazy.
If she wanted him to be rougher with her but got bashful about saying it outright, all she'd have to do is pick a fight, even something as mundane as who's turn it was to do the washing up, and then kiss him mid sentence. As soon as she did he'd understand and have her pinned against the nearest stable surface, thrusting into her at a relentless speed until they were both a screaming, sweaty mass of limbs. As soon as he was finished he'd mumble a 'you win' in reference to the fight and press a kiss to the tip of her nose.
She'd learnt never to bite her lip when they were alone together cause if he saw her she'd be cumming within minutes which, as much as she loved, wasn't helpful when they were trying to do their research and Sully would be back any second. It just helped her to realize Sam was more or less always horny.
Sam was always the big spoon. Always. The only exception to the rule was on the nights where he found trouble sleeping, in which case he'd snuggle himself into Penny's side and let her stroke his hair until he drifted of.
Sam liked to aim playfully soft pinches to Penny's breasts, press kisses to her neck or lightly bite her ear lobe from his place behind her. He'd always have her tucked in as close to him as he could manage. But once he was asleep, he'd fidget, steal all of the covers, snore and occasionally speak. More often than not when Penny woke up, the covers were on the floor and Sam was acting as her personal space heater by sprawling himself on top of her.
Sometimes she'd roll him off her but other times she was content to just let him sleep. He always looked so peaceful, even snoring and drooling with his mouth wide open. She'd run her fingers through his hair, press her palm to his cheek until he eventually opened his eyes and gave her a lopsided smile.
On the few occasions when Sam was the first to wake up he'd keep her close to him and let his long fingers trace her features, her collar bones and brush her hair from her face. He'd lay for hours if he'd woken early enough, just thinking about how lucky he was to have her until she woke up. Penny always pressed her palm to his cheek, she had done it the first morning they woke up together and she would continue to do it until senility made her forget.
Sam would eventually turn his head to kiss her palm, smiling before pressing another to her lips and nose. She snuggled her head into his chest with a sigh until one of them had enough energy mustered to head to the kitchen and make their tea and coffee.
Sam had never been the type to get nervous to ask a simple question before, but he soon realised there really is a first for everything. He and Penny were back in England for a few days whilst Sully was making plans for their next job. They were visiting Penny's grandfather, mainly, since her parents barely spoke to her anymore. She tried to include them whenever she was there but it seemed to be a lost cause which is why the question Sam needed to ask, landed on her grandfather to answer.
Penny had slipped off to bed early on their last night there, knowing they had to be up early to catch a plane back home. As soon as Sam was sure she'd be fast asleep, he headed to the living room where Stanley was usually found in the evenings. When Sam entered the room Stanley gave him a warm smile.
"Sam, my boy. Would you like a scotch?"
"Um, yeah... Thanks." Sam took a seat in one of the wing backed arm chairs, wringing his hands in front of him.
"What's wrong? You've been nervous all day." Stanley asked, handing him the drink which Sam took a large gulp of. "Something serious, I take it." Stanley chuckled as he watched him drink.
"Yes, I have to ask you something." Sam began, waiting for Stanley to take a seat before continuing. "You know I love Penny more than anything... She is my world. Beginning and end." Stanley nodded, a fond smile on his face. "And I know how much she loves you and so it didn't seem right not to do this properly. So...I was just, I mean I-"
"Spit it out Sam, I'm alot older than you I don't have that much time."
Sam laughed nervously, taking a deep breath and deciding to just say it, rip it off like a band aid. "I was wondering if you'd give me your permission to ask her to marry me."
Stanley's smile didn't falter as he stood, gesturing for Sam to do the same. He held out his hand, gripping Sam's tight in a firm handshake before pulling him into a hug, patting his back.
"Of course you have my permission, Sam." Stanley laughed. "You had my permission when I first met you, you know that. Why on earth did you get so nervous?"
"Honestly, I don't know." Sam let out a relieved sigh, dropping back down into his seat. "I just knew that if I didn't have your permission, Penny wouldn't want to go through with it."
"Don't be ridiculous, wild horses couldn't stop that girl from marrying you."
Sam knew that Penny wasn't one for making a big fuss of things. Just like him she liked to keep things calm and simple which is why when it came to popping the big question, he did it in the comfort of their own home. Sort of.
He sailed their boat out into the middle of the ocean, something they had done many times before, and dropped anchor. They loved the quiet, the solitude of being literally in the middle of nowhere, or so it felt like.
He had homemade pizza ready for her when she got out of the shower which he knew most people would look at as the least romantic meal he could've come up with. But he knew that pizza was Penny's favorite along with the spiced rum and coke he had waiting in tall glasses of ice out on the deck.
They sat out there for the evening, snuggled close together just staring up at the night sky when Sam pulled a small, wooden box from his pocket.
"Hey, sweetheart?" He asked and Penny tilted her head to look up at him as she rested on his chest. "You know I love you more than anything, right?" She nodded with a happy smile. "You're the reason I'm still here, your what I hold onto when things get tough."
"Sam, what's going on?" Penny frowned but Sam shushed her.
"Just let me finish... I have never been happier than when I'm with you, travelling the world, finding treasure... I couldn't imagine my life without you in it anymore, you are my whole world, princess."
"Sammy..." Penny couldn't feel the happy tears stinging her eyes as she stared up at her boyfriend.
"Will you be my wife?"
Sam had the box flicked open, holding it up for Penny to finally see. The ring was beautifully dainty with a square cut diamond situated in the centre. Penny's hand slapped over her mouth as she looked between the ring and Sam who was biting his lower lip in anticipation.
"Don't leave me hanging, sweetheart. You're killing me." Sam laughed, nerves fighting their way to the surface once again.
"Of course I'll be you wife!"
Penny leaned down, pressing her lips against Sam's in a passionate embrace. The kiss soon turned into happy laughter with their faces still pressed together as Sam squeezed her waist. Sam sat them both up, taking Penny's left hand in his as he pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger.
"God, I love you so much!" Penny cried, capturing his lips in another lingering kiss. She pressed her palm to his cheek, now able to see her engagement ring. "I love you." She said again, kissing all over his face, reveling in his happy chuckle as he gripped her waist, his own tears now spilling over.
"We've got to call Nate, I promised I'd call him first as soon as I asked." Sam swiped his tears away with the back of his hand. "And then Sully and then your grandfather, I owe him a thank you."
"A thank you?"
"He gave me his permission to ask." Sam shrugged.
"You asked his permission?" Penny was stunned, so appreciative that Sam cared so much for her to take that extra step. "You're just damn perfect aren't you?"
"I try, sweetheart." Sam grinned, kissing her forehead as he held the phone to his ear. "Nate? You ready for best man duties?"