“Sam,” I heard a voice say, faintly, in the distance. ”Sam” the voice said again, more insistent. Go away. I thought. I was resting I peace. “WOMAN! GET UP!”
Cold hands wrapped around my ankles and pulled me out of bed, my body falling to the ground with a loud thump. My heart was wild in my chest, my nerves on edge. I screamed from the pits of my stomach as I felt hands grab at my arms. No. I flailed and clawed at the body that was closest to me.
“SAM! It’s me!” a shrill, acute voice resonated in my ears. That kind of brought me back to my senses, and my body relaxed noticeably. I brushed the hair from my face hastily and looked at the shocked face of Sophie, crouching on the ground beside me, her eyes wide, her mouth open.
I breathed raggedly, painfully.
Her hand came out to rest on my arm and I flinched, instinctively. She didn’t pull back. “Oh my God, Sam I’m so sorry, did you think I was—“ her voice caught in her throat.
Yes. “No. I just got scared, it’s all.” I lied. I didn’t want to make her feel bad. My heart was still wild in my chest, but I loved Sophie. I was sure she didn’t do this on purpose, and it’s not her fault I’m a paranoid psychological mess.
My friend frowned at me, clearly not convinced. “I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again, I didn’t think.”
I nodded at her, silently.
She took a deep breath, and composed her face with her usual, easy smile. “So, um, Tony called and he said the boys were going out to lunch later at a restaurant by the beach. He said we should come.”
Oh, lunch with the guys? That sounded………..perfect. I hadn’t seen Mike since last Sunday, a day after I’d told him everything. On Monday, my free night, he’d stayed late in the studios recording, and Tuesday I’d had to work on a sculpting project all day long. Last night, Friday, had been a bad day concerning………that. It had been one of those restless sleep nights the day before, and I’d woken up feeling awful. I told Mike I felt flu-ish, and he reluctantly agreed on not coming over. I wanted to see him, but I didn’t want to burden him even more than he has to.
Today, Saturday, I felt better. I’d gotten around 7 hours of sleep, and that was pretty good compared to this last week. Ever since I’d resurfaced the vivid memories of that night with Kevin while I told Mike about it, the images have been stuck in my head, with no way of pausing of eliminating them.
So, as Sophie went on about the lunch meeting, I nodded and smiled. I didn’t want her to worry about me, and I certainly wanted to see Mike. She left me to get ready, and I stepped into my bathroom.
I stripped down to my underwear, and assessed myself in the mirror. Plain cotton black bra, and panties. No lace, no thong. Just simple bra and panties. I mean, I’d never had any need of wearing attractive lingerie, so why wear those uncomfortable things for nothing?
But now, looking at my plain self in the mirror, I reconsidered. Maybe it was time to search for something more…….attractive? I mean, I didn’t plan on waiting forever. Just until I felt safe and secure enough with someone to do it.
With Mike, I’ve felt more secure and safe than I have with anyone else, even considering we’d only known each other for around two months. So, maybe this was a sign. Maybe not, though. Still, I decided I’d ask Sophie about it tonight.
I slipped into a hot as hell steaming shower and rinsed myself clean. Again, I noticed the cut scars on my upper thighs. Even if I did decide to take things further with Mike, he still didn’t know about these. How would he react? Would he be disgusted, like a lot of people were?
These dark thoughts crossed my mind as I cleaned my hair, my body, and just stood under the flaming water. My skin burned, and I loved the feeling. Sometimes, I actually visualized my skin catching fire because of the heat of the water. The thought wasn’t unwelcome either.
Stepping out of the shower, I slipped into some skinny dark jeans, a long white camisole, and a jean jacket over it. I put on my favorite black combat boots and tied my hair into a long, simple braid that fell down below my waist. Make-up? I debated with myself. I finally settled for a rich, wine colored lipstick and just a little bit of mascara. Nothing else.
I applied some deodorant and a little bit of perfume. I grabbed my shoulder bag with my always present sketchbook inside, and went out to meet Sophie in the living room.
“Geez, you look nice!” Sophie wolf-whistled me and I brushed her off, chuckling to myself.
“Don’t be ridiculous, let’s go.” I motioned over with my head, and she followed me, giggling to herself and throwing her arms up in the air. God she was cheery sometimes.


Half an hour later, we were walking, a block away from the restaurant. I wasn’t sweaty or anything, since the weather was actually kind of chilly, but my body felt hot. I saw Mike in the distance, all tall and skinny, wearing a cammo vest over a black shirt, black skinny jeans and his famous snakeskin vans. He was chatting with Jaime and Jess, Tony and Vic and some other girl were talking too, just a couple of steps away.
Tony noticed us walking over and waved. Sophie giggled, and started walking faster, reaching him as he pulled her to a tight, adorable hug.
I stood a couple of steps away, regarding the scene. I’d never seen Sophie with one person for more than two weeks, let alone two months. I was really happy for her, Tony was a great guy.
Arms wrapped around my torso, and a sweet, rich smell reached my nostrils. I smiled, and closed my eyes. Mike.
“You look hot baby.” His breath tickled my ear, and I shivered.
I turned around in his arms, and laced my hands behind his neck. “I could say the same.”
He cocked an eyebrow, and kissed me softly. “Hey.”
“Hi.” I said, smiling.
Someone cleared their throat from behind us. “You know, its rude to not greet everybody.” Jaime’s annoyed voice said.
I chuckled, and unwrapped myself from Mike.
“Hi Vic, Hi Jess, Hi Jaime.” I said, hugging each one and giving Jaime a bigger one. I turned to the girl Vic apparently had brought. I smiled at her. “Hey.”
She smiled shyly and lifted her hand up in greeting. Vic looked at her and smiled. “This is Lena.”
“Hiya Lena! I’m Sophie, this is Sam.” She pulled Lena into a big hug, and the girl’s eyes flew wide. When Sophie released her, she cracked a small smile. I noticed Vic slipped his hand discreetly into hers.
“Can we go in now? I’m starving.” Jaime whined, and Jessica rolled her eyes at him.
“Yes, we can go in now.” Vic assured him, and we headed inside.


I moaned in pleasure. Yes. This was the best thing in the world.
“You sure eat like a true lady.” Mike joked around, chuckling when I shot him an annoyed look, my cheeks full with a bite of my delicious bacon hamburger.
“No, seriously though. Samantha, have some manners!” Jaime teased me, and Jess smiled, her eyes amused.
I swallowed my glorious food. “Let me be, I’m only human!” I argued, taking another big, juicy bite from my burger.
Lena looked at me with curious eyes. They were big, bright, piercing, and a stunning rich blue color. They were really gorgeous, I loved them. I wished I had them, my eyes were plain dark brown almost black. I smiled at her, my lips shut (the food in my mouth) and she smiled back, the same way. I liked her. She seemed pretty sweet, and she wasn’t like those people that liked to attract attention to them.
“Baby, you have something on your chin.” Mike said, chuckling. I leaned my face towards him, so he could inspect me. He licked his thumb and cleaned off some stray mustard on my chin. I smiled at him, and he kissed my lips lightly. Even with such a simple thing my insides churned with delight and feeling.
“Thanks.” I said, and he gave me the bright, easy smile I loved so much.
A couple of minutes later of chatting, eating, joking, and chewing, we all paid our bills and left the restaurant.
“So, where to?” Vic asked. He held Lena’s hand freely now, not caring if we saw. He seemed really happy, and she was giddy herself.
We all shrugged. “I dunno, it’s Saturday, and you guys are the rockstars here. Your call.” Sophie said, smiling up at Tony, who had his arm wrapped around her shoulder.
“You see, the thing is, the fact that we’re rock stars doesn’t exactly mean we know what to do all the time.” Jaime started explaining, a bright smile on his face. “I mean, the stereotype states that we are supposed to be expert party animals, and well I am.” He placed his hands on his chest. “These guys? Not so much.” He made disgust gestures at Vic, Mike and Tony, while we all laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up smelly feet.” Tony teased, his bright smile on.
Mike’s hand was resting on my waist, making my skin feel warm, even if it was over my clothes. How could I have never felt this way about someone before? It felt amazing.
We argued for a couple of minutes about what do to, and finally, someone came with a good idea.
“There’s a party at my house tonight………..my roommate is throwing it.” Lena said, her voice shy, but not as unsure as before.
“Great. That’s settled.” Jaime rubbed his hands together and smiled in satisfaction.
“You’re just always onto something aren’t you?” Jess asked, rolling her eyes at Jaime, with her lips stretched to a large grin. He shrugged and kissed her hair, ruffling it in a cute, Jaime way.
I was reapplying my wine colored lipstick discreetly while the scene played out in front of me. I wasn’t much into my appearance, but I did mind the look of faded lipstick that screamed I need to be touched up!!
Mike was observing me, and I stopped. “What?” I asked, storing away my lipstick and mirror in my bag.
He smiled, squeezing my side affectionately with his hand. “I like that color on you.”
He did didn’t he? Hmmm…….. interesting.
“Alright, so at Lena’s at 10 tonight!” Vic announced, making it final. We were partying tonight. I didn’t really like the idea of the party much, but Mike and everyone else was going to be there, so I was okay with that.
We all said our “see you later’s” and separated. Sophie said she’d head over to Tony’s for the rest of the afternoon and then come back home later to get ready.
“Do you wanna go back to my place?” I asked Mike, a mischievous grin in my voice. I may not be ready for sex, but we could always make out.
He seemed to catch the meaning behind my tone, because he nodded, eyes wide, and started walking with me back home.



My hands were on his chest, running over his shoulders, down his arms, back to his chest and down to his stomach, over his shirt. He moaned softly against my lips, his fingers digging into my sides.
We were wrapped up together on the couch—the bed seemed too dangerous—our lips were hot together and I was sitting on his lap, my nerves on high and my brain drugged by him.
He never tried making one single bold move, and I felt so overwhelmed by happiness with this. He really was respecting my limits, and didn’t seem to mind. I knew he wanted to, but he didn’t push me, or even suggest it.
Me, on the other hand………….well, he wasn’t complaining. I didn’t do much, since I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, but the one thing I truly knew was that I loved being here with him, and I loved the way he made me feel.
“The skin on your neck is so soft.” Mike whispered against my lips, his fingertips brushing my collarbone delicately, sending electric tingles over my whole body.
I pulled back a little bit from him, sizing his expression. He seemed happy, and………wondered. There was also a hunger behind his eyes, but not one I was afraid of. One I craved for.
Closing my eyes, I turned my face to one side, exposing my neck for him. A sound of pleasure slipped from his throat and his lips came down on my skin.
I would be seriously and gravely lying if I said I didn’t enjoy this. Everywhere his lips touched, fire erupted, making my thoughts go wild and my body shiver. He kissed, and occasionally, tentatively licked. I would let out a sigh of delight now and then, and felt extremely embarrassed every time this happened. He didn’t seem to mind, though.
His hands were up in my hair, holding me in place and stroking the skin on the back of my neck. He bit my lobule and I yelped.
“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again.” He pulled away from me and kissed my nose.
I laughed shakily. “No, no. It’s not that, it didn’t hurt, it’s just—“ It felt amazing. I wanted to say, but my cheeks grew hot, and I covered my face with my hands. I was so bad at this.
He chuckled and pulled my hands away. “You are adorable little muggle.”
I snatched them away. “What do you mean muggle? Do you seriously think you’re more of a wizard than me?” I challenged, my voice taking a fake offended tone.
“I don’t think, I know so.” He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin up, faking a tough attitude.
My eyes narrowed. “No, you clearly have not seen the extent of my powers yet.”
He smiled, placing his hands on my hips, and guiding one of my legs to the other side of him, placing me in a position where I was straddling him. I felt kind of awkward, but couldn’t say I didn’t like this position. His chin tilted up, his lips barely brushing mine. “Oh yeah?” his voice was low and seductive. “And when will I?”
I smiled against his lips. “All in good time Michael.” And closed the distance between us.
Once more, our mouths clashed together, tasting, nibbling, kissing. Sitting in this position, I felt…………..closer to him. I didn’t know how to describe the feeling, but I enjoyed it.
I played with the lower hem of his shirt, running the fabric through my fingers, my knuckles brushing the skin underneath it.
I pulled away from him, sitting up straighter. “I have a confession.” I said, and his eyebrows shot up, urging me to continue. I yanked on his shirt a little. “I kinda really want to have this off of you.” My lips twitched upward a bit, and before I even as much as blink, his shirt was gone, discarded on the floor.
“Better?” He asked, rubbing my back with one hand, the other one resting on my leg.
Oh yes, without a doubt. He may be too skinny for some people’s standards, but he was so damn attractive to me. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do, so I stroked the skin under his belly button, abdomen, rib cage area, chest, shoulders and arms with my fingertips. Brushing lightly and slowly.
He seemed to like it, his pleasure noises giving him away. It brought me such satisfaction knowing I could make him feel this way, and I loved it.
“Sam?” He breathed, after some time. My lips were pressed against his collarbone, and I stopped.
“Yeah?” I sat up straight, looking into his dazed, twinkling eyes.
“I think you should stop.” His voice was raspy and rough. Sexy as hell.
Stop? He was the one who wanted to stop? “Why?” Was I not doing this correctly?
“Because baby,” he started, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I really want to respect the fact that you want to wait, and I’m seriously okay with it. But honestly? It doesn’t really help my case when you’ve got me going crazy right now.” His lips spread into a wide grin.
I blushed insanely. “I’m sorry.” I whispered, my hands lifting from his chest, where they lay, and knotting behind my back. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
Mike smiled, kissed my nose. “I know you will.”
I rested my face on his bare chest, and we shifted to a lying position, curled up together in a sideways embrace that felt so natural and comfortable, I was positive I never ever wanted to break it.
His breaths were coming back to a normal pace, his heartbeat slowing down.
And there, lying in his arms, his bare skin against my cheek was when I realized, how perfect he was for me and how much I had gone to care about him in such a short time. Two months was nothing, and I was already starting to question my way of thinking.
Oh, I wanted him to stay so much, and the fact that he actually was, was beyond incredible to me.

Notes

Hi guysssssssss sorry for the delayy :(( I really had school and stuff
So......... a little bit of hot stuff here huh ? How'd I do? It's my first scene like this, I think, and I didn't really know what to do, because I identify myself with Sam a lot in that aspect....
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