Sammie 10/?
Summary: After a drunken one-night stand, Greg is left with the consequences.
Disclaimer: I only own Steve and Sammie.
Rating: R
-break-
"You couldn't do it? Why?" Nick asked coming to stand against the chair closest to the front door.
"It comes back to the same thing…I wasn't what she wanted…as a friend or otherwise."
"Then why did she say she loved you?"
"I don't know Nick." Greg sighed falling back against the front door and sliding to the floor, his knees moving to his chest. "A fluke…heat of the moment…something."
Shaking his head, Nick was about to respond when someone came around the corner answering.
"It was none of those."
Seeing Sara step out of the kitchen, Greg stood up feeling defensive. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Nick, looking between the pair announced. "I'll leave you two alone…" Stepping around Greg to the door, he added. "Don't worry Sammie's already brushed and in bed…sound asleep."
Throwing Nick an aggravated look, Greg sighed turning back to the brunette. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you I would give you some time to process what I told you yesterday."
"What's to process?" He growled, moving around her to head to the kitchen. Even so late he needed coffee. Taking care of Sammie tomorrow would be hell.
"Why do you assume that what I said was a fluke?" Sara hissed, following behind him to the kitchen, holding back to the other side of the island.
"What else would you call it Sara? We spent one night together after 12 years of friendship…" Swallowing thickly he added tightly. "You never showed me you wanted anything more than friendship Sara…even after our little hiccup…" Rubbing a hand across his face Greg leaned against the counter, his tired eyes catching hers. "…then you dump her on my doorstep…so forgive me if I feel like anything to do with our friendship has been nothing more than a big F U to me." He snapped, turning his back to her to lean against the island.
Wiping tears from her eyes Sara stepped to the other side of the counter, leaning next to him. "I'm sorry." Pulling on his shirt she tried to coax him to face her, thankfully he did, though begrudgingly. "I'm sorry. Everything I did was incredibly selfish."
Seeing him start to speak she placed her finger against his lips shaking her head.
"I'm sorry for being a shitty friend and I am even more sorry for leaving Sammie with you the way I did. I've regretted it every day since."
They stood in a slightly awkward silence before Sara dropped her finger from his lips, her eyes drawn to his. "And it wasn't a fluke…I do love you." Tentatively Sara took a step forward, her hand cupping his cheek, her lips catching his bottom one gently. Feeling him tense at the contact, she stepped another foot into him, pressing her lips harder into his, her head angling as an invitation to join.
Feeling her press deeper into him Greg knew this was actually happening. At the realization, he responded to her kiss, sighing as he angled his head to compliment hers, his tongue begging to deepen the kiss.
Opening her mouth to him, Sara grabbed at his shirt, the intensity of the kiss becoming dizzying to her. Pulling back to gain breath, her eyes rolled back as his soft lips kissed and nipped at her neck. "Oh my…" Her words were cut short as he brought his lips back to hers, devouring a moan as he pressed her into the counter. They lost themselves in each other and their increasingly passionate kiss when a small voice had them jumping apart.
"Dahdee…dahdee." Sammie Sanders cried, her favorite stuffed bear under her arm as she stumbled into the kitchen.
Wide eyed and flush from their make out Sara nodded toward their daughter, still trying to catch her breathe. "Go."
Grinning widely Greg leaned forward and pressed another kiss to her lips before turning toward their daughter, scooping her into his arms as she cried his name once more. "It's okay baby girl. Did you have a nightmare?"
Pouting sadly Sammie nodded, her head dropping into his chest, a whimper at her little lips. "Yeah."
Holding her to his chest he pressed a kiss to her head as he walked back to the couch and sat down. "Let's sit down…you lay your head back down and get back to sleep…daddy will fight away the nightmare."
"Okay." The little girl mumbled already falling asleep.
Sara having watched the pair bit her lip tasting him on her lips she sighed. Once he sat on the couch, Sammie still in his arms, she found herself drawn to where they were. Sitting down next to them she exhaled, feeling Greg's arm glide across her back before pulling her into his chest, his head dropping tiredly atop hers. "I love you."
Smiling into his chest, Sara found herself drifting. "I love you too."
A few hours later Greg groaned, the pressure Sammie had on his belly doing little to help his sudden urge to use the bathroom.
"You, okay?" Sara mumbled sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she noticed the cringe at his cheeks.
"Yeah…I just have to use the bathroom."
Snickering slightly Sara opened her arms. "Here let me take her."
"Thanks." He sighed, easing his daughter into her mother's arms before bolting to the bathroom.
Giggling at the sight of him she stood, guiding her daughter into her room. Once she lay her down and covered her up, Sara smiled pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead before moving from the room.
Not seeing Greg, Sara found herself meandering into his room, though slightly cluttered, it was filled with pictures. Pictures with Sammie, with all of their coworkers and pictures with them and baby Samantha.
Grinning, she found a button-down shirt strewn across the end of the bed. Biting her lip, she eyed the door before pulling the shirt from her torso, her arms going into his shirt. Once it hit her shoulders she sighed as Greg's scent enveloped her.
"Sara?" Greg was slightly shocked to find her standing at the end of his bed, wearing his shirt, still unbuttoned. "Are you trying to steal my shirt?"
At his question Sara giggled, her heart pounding under his fervent gaze as he slipped closer to her.
As he stepped right in front of her, Greg whispered. "You can have it." Before he launched himself at her pulling her into his arms, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
Moaning at the intensity of the kiss she let his shirt slip from her shoulders falling to the floor silently her arms circling his neck as she tried to keep up with his strong mouth. Feeling him press her to the bed she growled flipping their positions, her hands working his shirt up and off quickly.
As their lips joined once more, Sara crawled across his legs to straddle his hips, their passion for each other amping up as she felt Greg's arousal pressing into her.
The one thing that was on both their minds as they continued to pull at each other's clothes, their hands exploring, moans and sighs leading them to ecstasy.
No alcohol was needed.
-break-
They couldn't seem to stop themselves. They tumbled into euphoria four times already and were steadily on their way to a fifth.
Flipping her on her back, he pressed a deep kiss to her lips before moving down her neck, sucking on a sensitive part of her neck eliciting a soft moan from her.
"Oh…Greg?" Her hands pulled from his tousled hair, Sara bit her lip, her eyes caught his, an intoxicating smile at his lips.
"Yeah?"
"If we plan to keep this up imma need something to drink…" A large bellow from her belly cut in causing them both to chuckle. "And maybe something to eat too."
"On it." Before he could fully get up Greg jumped back over her capturing her lips in a very ungentlemanly like kiss that could have easily pulled them into round five. "I love you."
Entranced by his desire filled eyes Sara stuttered her thumb tracing his tantalizing lower lip. "I love you too."
Pressing a quick chaste kiss to her lips he grabbed his boxers, sliding them on quickly he made his way out to the kitchen.
Thirty minutes later he came back with two bowls of alfredo, a smile on his face.
"What?"
"Nothing." Greg snickered, handing the bowl to her enjoying the sight as the blanket that covered her slipped back to the bed forgotten.
They ate in silence for a few minutes before Greg 'accidentally' dropped a noodle on her bare thigh.
"Greg!"
As she moved to clean it up Sara stopped feeling Greg's mouth cover the noodle, sucking it greedily into his mouth, sending a jolt of want down her spine.
Her eyes found his wanton ones, her mouth going dry as she unconsciously lay back against the pillows. "Greg?"
Her answer was Greg dropping another noodle on her skin, this time her breast. "Oops…" He squeaked before dipping down, inhaling the noodle and sucking on her nipple with gusto, her body lifting from the bed as a frisson of heat shot down her spine and into her belly.
"Greg!"
And just like that they tumbled into round five, their bowls hastily pushed to the side.
"You…planned that…" Sara breathed, staring between her playful eyes as her heart rate started to settle.
"I plead the fifth." Greg grinned, catching her lips in another deep kiss, falling against his pillow. "I suppose we should get some sleep. Because the next time Sammie wakes up…she'll stay up." Seeing her nod he pulled her naked body flush against him, sighing in content. "And I'm sure you are just as tired as I am."
Pressing a loving kiss to his chin she squeezed closer to him, her leg settling between his. "Your fault."
"I will happily take the blame for that." He snickered, accentuating his words with another tender kiss to her lips. "I love you."
"I love you too."
They easily fell into a deep sleep after that, holding tightly to each other's naked body.
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