A/N: Thank you to everyone who's still reading and thank you to Dani and ebonywarrior85 for reviewing the last chapter. Hope you like!

WARNING: language, smut

Sleepily, Abby walked downstairs and into the kitchen to get some water after waking up in the middle of the night. Sam hadn't been sleeping in bed next to her, and she wondered where he could have disappeared to at this hour when she noticed a faint light seeping into the hallway.

She went over to the doorway, finding Sam sat on the couch, gaze fixated in concentration on his laptop in front of him. The computer screen was the only light source in the otherwise dark room. He was in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, ready for bed.

He had told her he would join her later in bed, but it looked like he never even left his spot on the sofa. Sam was lost in thought, as if he were someplace else entirely, engrossed in his work.

Abby hesitated at first, wanting to turn around and go back to bed without bothering him, but decided to enter the room and talk to him. There was a feeling that had been gnawing at her for quite some time now.

"Sam?" She said quietly, squinting her eyes from the bright screen. Hearing Abby's light footsteps Sam's head shot up and a genuine brilliant smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, baby. Can't sleep?" He gathered a few pieces of paper which were scattered all over the coffee table and couch, putting the pile aside.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with that problem." She commented as she sat down next to him on the armrest. "You been here the whole night?"

"Yeah, got caught up in work, I guess." Sam sighed, running a hand down his face. "Lost track of time."

Abby looked at him intently for a few seconds and then lifted a hand to brush her fingers gently through his hair. Sam closed his eyes slowly to savour her touch.

"Are you sure you're stressing out over work? Nothing else?" She whispered, trying to get to the point of her concern cautiously without saying it outright.

Her words seemed to have genuinely surprised him; she saw the confusion in his eyes when he turned a little to look at her. "What d'you mean?"

Abby bit her lip and hung her head, seeking the words that would describe her presumption best without being too offensive.

When she stayed silent Sam put a hand on her bare thigh, right where her pajama shorts ended, to turn her attention back on him.

Abby took in the sight of his big hand on her leg, tracing with her eyes the strong distinct veins under the skin on the back of it. Further up his arm, recalling how those perfect arms felt around her when he embraced her.

"It's just... I've spent this past week here with you and maybe... maybe I should start spending the night at my own place again." She said softly, hoping she didn't sound too dismissive. She didn't want to hurt him.

Sam frowned, not responding right away. "But why? I don't understand... you don't want to be with me?"

"No, of course I do. But, I don't know, you seem to be quite uncomfortable with me in your bed... I mean, you're clearly avoiding sleeping with me.. You've never come to bed with me, not once, and I wake up by myself every morning. So, I probably should get going..."

Abby was about to get up and Sam realized she wanted to leave right this instant. "Wait, no, baby. It's the middle of the night, I'm not gonna let you go." He protested and reached out to take her arm and hold her back, but she had already taken a few steps away from him and his reaction was too slow.

Crap. How was he supposed to get out of this one? Sam had tried to act normal around her and be as sneaky as possible, but of course she would notice how little to none sleep he was getting. He couldn't drop the act and confess to her that the reason as to why he barely slept was because he wasn't fucking human.

He had been avoiding the bedroom on purpose to not be forced being close to her during the night... she was so damn tempting and Sam feared to lose control in her presence, just like it had almost happened not that long ago. It was torture, but he had to stay strong.

"Sam, it's okay, really. I understand, we don't know each other very well. If you're not ready for this step yet, we can go back to spending the nights apart..." Abby reassured him.

"Abby, honey, it's not like that... believe me, I am ready, I'm ready for everything with you. I want you in my bed, I do." Sam hurried to appease her, he didn't know what was going through Abby's mind and it scared him. He racked his brain, not sure what to say to make her understand that he indeed needed her to stay with him every day and night.

Abby smiled a little, amused by how perplex he was. "It's no big deal, Sam. I'm okay with not moving in together yet –"

"Listen darling, I... I've just been having trouble sleeping lately, is all." Sam interrupted her, knowing he was growing desperate and freaking out at the thought of her walking out on him. "Don't go, please don't go. Abby, I love you."

He blurted out the words without thinking, which rarely ever happened to him, and only noticed what he had said when Abby's smile turned to a shocked expression. She stared at him with mixed feelings, mouth slightly agape in wonder.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" Sam asked, cringing. He had completely screwed up now and scared her away, he was sure of it. Blurting it out like that... Hell, he hadn't even had the chance to ponder his feelings for Abby yet.

Was it love? In his entire existence those words had never left his lips. As if all the mess in his life wasn't enough, Sam was now beyond confused, couldn't think straight. Luckily, Abby saved him.

Giving him a smile and chuckling a little, she nodded. "Yes, you did. But, you know, we can pretend it never happened... we'll just forget about this little incident until..." She trailed off, blushing, but then quickly added, "Until you wanna bring it up again."

She had never seen Sam so insecure and awkward, it was adorable. He always seemed so confident, as if he knew exactly what he desired. There was this dark aura about him...

Sam breathed out heavily, smiling in relief when she walked closer to him and he could finally touch her. "Sounds good. You're too good to me."

Abby stood between his legs, put her hands on his shoulders. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving. You changed my mind."

Sam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, Abby straddled his lap automatically and pressed her lips to his. They had been completely synchronized since day one, despite not having been together that long.

Sam had regained his composure a little after the unintended confession. Abby chuckled into the kiss, her hands moving into the strands of his hair.

"You know, I can help you with your problem, big boy..." She mumbled between kisses, slowly trailing one hand down his chest. Every ridge of every hard muscle could be traced through the fabric, she felt his muscles tense under her touch. "...once I'm done with you, you'll be able to fall asleep on the spot."

The forward, barely whispered words hit him hard and Sam had to pull away to look at her and make sure it wasn't his imagination and Abby was indeed suggesting sex. He never expected something so bold from her, but then again, he barely knew her.

A delicious hot wave washed through him. What else did he not know about her? What kind of dirty things would he get out of her? All he had to do was carry her to his bedroom to find out. Fuck, how was he supposed to resist her offer?

At first, Abby thought he was going to turn her down when he pulled away. But he simply reached behind her to shut his laptop closed, all the while keeping his eyes on her. She waited nervously for his next move.

Sam didn't think, jumping off the couch with Abby in his arms, he walked out of the living room. Abby laughed happily against his mouth and squeezed her legs around his waist. His hands on her ass felt so damn hot, keeping her in place so she wouldn't lose her balance. Sam rushed with her upstairs, never ceasing to shower her with kisses. It was impossible to keep his lips off of her delicious mouth for even a second.

The spot on the bed where Abby had slept was still warm from her body heat as he gently laid her down, supporting his own weight on his arms not to crush her. Abby didn't waste a minute, her eager hands wandered to the seam of his shirt and tugged it up aggressively, her fingertips brushing over the cool skin of his strong back.

"My girl is getting impatient. I'm not going anywhere, darling. Take it slow." Sam whispered against her lips.

Despite his words, he sat up on his knees to pull the shirt over his head just like she had wanted to.

This time she wasn't about to back out. She finally had him there with her. Abby smiled up at him and pulled him down to her again. Her hands caused goosebumps to form on his skin as the cool air and her hot touch assaulted his body at the same time.

Sam kissed down her neck, licking and then sucking the spot where her neck met her shoulder. To his surprise, Sam found himself in complete control. He had lost his inner battle, let his needs take over, but this time it was different. The bloodlust wasn't clouding his mind. This was only about sex, no blood-drinking, so he let his teeth graze her neck to enjoy the feeling of soft skin slightly yielding under the pressure.

Abby leaned her head back in the pillow with a sweet little sigh and then gasped when his hot wet mouth suddenly closed over her nipple and he sucked hard, leaving the fabric of her top wet.

She ran her fingers through his hair and locked her legs around him again, smiling dreamily and closing her eyes when he moved to give her other nipple the same attention.

"You know..." She interrupted herself again when her voice cracked and cleared her throat. "I've wanted this for so long..." Abby moaned his name when his hand found the naked skin of her stomach.

Sam's eyes met hers, his full of love and longing for her. "Me too, baby. But we don't want it to be over so soon, right?"

His words brought her out of the sex-induced haze and she frowned in confusion. "What do you mean...?"

Sam leaned down to place kisses to her stomach. He sat up on his knees, grabbing the waistband of her sleeping shorts. Giving her the sweetest innocent smile, he yanked them down her hips, and in that moment she realized what he had hinted at.

"Oh God, Sam, are you really going to...?" She breathed out and lifted her head off the pillow to see if he was about to go down on her. He repositioned himself on the bed and moved between her legs. When she felt his breath sweep over her she started to shake in anticipation.

"Oh God, you are going to... oh, oh, Sam..."

He dived right in. His wet tongue licked up the entire length of her. Abby threw her head back, whimpering helplessly. Sam could taste her wetness through the material of her panties. He groaned, enjoying the lace texture mixed with her sweet honey against his tongue.

She lifted her hips into his mouth and he gripped her tight, pressing her close to his face as he sucked on her folds. He pushed her panties aside, parting her and rubbing his fingers along her wet opening. She looked so beautiful, pink and glistening. He kept holding her underwear to the side, closed his lips around her clit and pushed a finger into her at the same time. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, writhing against him.

She was so small and tight around him and he sucked harder on her clit, pumping his finger steadily into her and pressing against her upper wall. When he felt more wetness leaking from her pussy and coating his hand, he added his middle finger and started massaging her a bit rougher, thrusting them faster into her.

Abby was panting, scratching his scalp with her nails as she had no more control over her body and her hips kept undulating, bucking into Sam's touch. The sensation in her abdomen increased as wave after hot wave washed through her and he sucked her clit into his mouth relentlessly, his fingers curving into that sweet spot deep inside her. His hand was splayed over her stomach, controlling her.

Right when she was about to come, he stopped. Sam removed his mouth from her aching core, only kept his fingers inside her.

Abby whined, almost choking. "Please, Sam… so close."

He stroked her stomach in comfort. Abby was wound tight, he felt her walls clench around his fingers. He took the opportunity to suck his mark into her skin. Since she was on the edge of orgasm, begging for release, she would appreciate the pain and even welcome it.

Effortlessly, he tore her panties off of her with one hand and she gasped in surprise, head falling back into the pillows. He licked along her inner thigh, grazing the soft spot where her hips joined her leg with his teeth before sucking long and hard on the skin.

She cried out, squeezing her legs around his head. He moved his fingers inside her pussy again, pushing hard against that patch of skin and felt her come undone. Abby cried out, the pain caused by his teeth on her thigh and his fingers rubbing her walls just right drove her towards her climax.

It would have been so easy to sink his fangs into her as she lay there at his mercy, but he saved it for another time. Some other time, he swore to himself, he would drink her.

Abby had barely time to recover before Sam pumped his fingers inside her again, his tongue licking at her drenched folds and clit around his hand. She sobbed and lifted one hand to her chest, kneaded her breast, twitched her nipple. Her other hand was still buried in Sam's hair. He didn't even flinch as she pulled and yanked at the strands.

The sensation was too much, overwhelming, as she was too sensitive after her orgasm. Her muscles quivered in aftershocks against his tongue, making Sam let out a satisfied growl, leaving him hungry for more. Abby felt the vibrations of the sound against her pussy and whimpered as it sent a shudder through her. In no time, her body reacted to his touches and she felt the familiar tightening of a fireball inside her again.

"Sam… Sam..." She panted uncontrollably. Once again, he sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed around her, sending her straight into her second orgasm. She screamed and bit down on her fist, bucking off the bed, but Sam held her down with ease.

Breathing heavily, she watched him put his wet fingers into his mouth and lick her juices off. He looked at her with a grin. "Delicious, my sweet darling."

Abby just shook her head.

He grabbed her thighs and yanked her onto his mouth, shoving his tongue into her. Abby yelped in surprise as he sucked and licked at her overstimulated folds again.

"No, no, Sam, stop… please, I can't anymore…. too much." She winced, trying to push his head away.

Sam let up, practically jumping away from her. "Jesus. I'm so sorry, baby."

"It's okay..." Abby chocked out, falling back into bed limply, completely spent.

She was human. Fuck. He had been so engrossed in her taste he forgot that he needed to be careful with her. She was so delicate.

Sam pressed soft kisses to her hips, stomach, shoulder as he crawled up her body. He looked as if he wanted to devour her. Eyes dark, hungry. Animalistic. Abby shuddered, closing her eyes. "Fuck, Sam… this was absolutely amazing."

He chuckled happily, his breath sweeping across her neck before she felt him close his arms around her and pull her to his chest.

When Abigail woke the next morning, she realized that she had been embarrassingly exhausted after only two orgasms. They hadn't taken it a step further like she wanted to. What Sam had done to her had been… too much.

Maybe it was her own fault, because she fell asleep. But maybe he had tricked her on purpose, made her climax so hard until she was completely worn out.

Abby felt her face heat up, recalling the way he had devoured her thoroughly, greedily, teasing her until she begged and pleaded with him to let her come. He had pleased her with such determination and relentlessness, without letting up or even stopping once until she had come twice. Judging by the noises he made, Sam must have honestly enjoyed it as well.

The hot memory distracted her from wondering what kind of reason could possibly prevent Sam from sliding into her and taking her. She covered her face with her hands, giggling quietly to herself and then ran a hand through her hair before rubbing her eyes.

Sam had taken a shower and was getting dressed. He was moving so quietly that she never noticed his presence in the bedroom. She turned to look at him just in time to catch a glimpse of his gorgeous ass before he pulled up his boxer-briefs and the beautiful part of his body was covered by black material.

Abby grinned. Sam felt her eyes on him and turned to her, giving her a smile as he fastened his pants. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of his side. Thank God he hadn't bothered with putting on a shirt and Abby got to enjoy the wonderful sight of his well-defined and rock-hard torso.

"Morning, my beautiful girl." Sam whispered softly, leaning in and brushing his lips against hers.

"Morning, gorgeous." She replied and lifted one hand to run her fingertips lightly down his chest, unable to resist the need to feel his cool skin.

Sam smiled at her when she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him shyly. "Would you do me a favour?" She asked barely above a whisper, her voice hoarse from being so close to him. His proximity was still so intense and overwhelming.

"Anything." He replied quietly, his tone low and seductive. He leaned closer to her until his lips barely brushed against hers and Abby moaned low in her throat. The sound sent a shiver down Sam's spine. He forced himself to stay in control and not push Abby down onto the mattress, climb on top of her and finally do all the wonderful things he had in mind.

Abby was distracted for a moment, feeling him so close to her. She inhaled deeply, Sam felt her breath fanning over his face, her lips mere inches away from his. When she spoke, her mouth brushed over his. "Do not put a shirt on, okay?"

Sam let out a laugh and pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away, bringing more distance between them. God, it wouldn't take long until he caved.

"I guess I could give you ten minutes before I've to get dressed and leave for work."

"Good. I'll take anything I can get."

Abby noticed how he tensed up. She knew he had probably not gone to sleep the night before after he was done torturing her with orgasms. He felt the need to distance himself from her and he seemed so hesitant to be more intimate with her. But Abby decided to push it to the back of her mind and let it go. If he wanted to take it slow, she had to respect that.

It was ironic though, how she had been the one determined to be cautious at first, but now wanted all of it with him, all of him. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. Her feelings for him were so intense, unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she was willing to take the risk and give him anything he asked of her.

Abby sat up in bed, looking around the room for her underwear. She was still only wearing her tank top.

"Here." Sam said softly, picking up her pair of panties off of the nightstand on his side of the bed and handing them to her.

Abby laughed, pushing the blankets off of her naked bottom half. Sam quickly turned away to face the wall, clearing his throat nervously.

"Sam?" She asked, a little concerned. "Are you alright?"

He cleared his throat again, running a hand through his hair. "Y-yeah, I'm okay."

Abby could have sworn he was blushing. She felt her chest tighten at the onslaught of mixed feelings. God, this man was the sweetest guy in the world.

"Baby, it's okay. You've probably seen every inch of me more than once... come on, after where your mouth and tongue and hands have been last night, you don't have to act like a gentleman now. Or even feel ashamed..."

"It's not that... I-I just..." He started weakly and trailed off in defeat, turning to her.

She waited until he was facing her again and gave him a bright smile. Keeping her eyes fixated on him to not miss his reaction, Abby climbed slowly out of bed.

Sam's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her standing in nothing but her thin white tank top in front of him. He tried to keep his eyes locked on her face, but he found himself unable to. His gaze drifted automatically from her face down to her chest, taking in every inch of her. Her breasts were pressing against the front of her top, the soft nipples visible through the thin cotton.

Sam swallowed thickly when he followed the seam of her top which was barely covering her stomach and his gaze stopped at the most intimate spot of her body. His palms started to get sweaty and he lifted one hand, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and quickly averted his eyes.

She was clean-shaven, every inch of the soft skin of her mound was bared to him. The sight was just too much. He could still taste her on his tongue. Her scent was forever edged into him.

He wanted her so much, it hurt. The pain was physical. He could have been satisfied pleasuring her the entire night. He had had to remind himself to hold back since she was still human. He turned into an animal when he was close to her. His primal needs, so raw and urgent, surfaced and rationality took a backseat.

"I don't – I don't want you to feel uncomfortable..." Sam stuttered, glancing out the window and fighting to ignore her intoxicating scent. He looked back at her, his eyes glued to her perfect form.

Abby chuckled when his gaze shot back to her, as if he was too afraid to miss anything. "Around you? Sam, I could never feel uncomfortable around you."

His multi-coloured eyes were darker now and the intensity of his longing gaze seeped through her skin right down to her bones. She was hot and cold at the same time.

Sam watched her intently as she bent down and slipped on her panties, slowly pulling them up her legs, the thin material gliding over her flawless skin. She wiggled her hips a little as she tugged them over her ass and the black seductive lace settled into place to cover her curves.

Sam's jeans were a little too tight and he wiped a hand over his mouth, taking in a deep breath. Abby was simply getting dressed and it fucking turned him on.

Smiling at him, she walked over and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her whole body against his. Sam didn't hesitate, pulling her in and almost crushing her to his chest.

Abby saw the desire in his eyes and she could have sworn he growled as he slipped his hands down her back and squeezed her ass, pressing her lower body against his and rubbing up against her. Leaning down, he captured her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down playfully before he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

He hummed in appreciation when she sighed and melted into his arms.