"Hey." Sam was kneeling on the floor of the bedroom as I walked in, packing clothes in to a suitcase. "I'm almost done here. Fancy a cup of tea?"
"Always." I smiled and threw my bag on the bed.
"How did it go?" She asked, carefully folding a shirt and placing it in the case. I sensed her worry and sighed.
"She's alright. Better I think. Must have been the drugs. I ranted at her though. Basically yelled at her for a full two minutes."
"Just needed to get everything out of my system."
"So she didn't upset you."
"No. She didn't. Not while I visited anyway." I smiled, sitting on the bed and flopping backwards so my legs dangled off the edge but I was lying down. "I'm just exhausted now. I didn't realise how much I'd been carrying around."
"You know you can talk to me about it." Sam said, and I heard her moving, standing up and coming closer. My eyes remained shut until I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to find her leaning over me. I smiled and stroked a stray hair from her face.
"I know. But there are some things I need to say to her, because it's her that needs telling. She needs to know when I have a problem with her. If I don't tell her she's bugging me, she'll just keep doing it. I realise that now."
She trailed her fingers over my lips and grinned.
"You've only just realised?" She laughed softly. "And who do you tell when you have problems with me?"
"No one." I whispered.
"Do you have problems?" She asked, her fingers changing their pathway so they skimmed my jawline and teased my collar bone.
"Well, you're not the tidiest of people." I felt my breathing hitch as her fingers trailed down the center of my chest, following the line of my top back up. "And you do tend to take control a little, in the bedroom. But neither of them are really flaws. And I definitely enjoy the last one." I smirked as she blushed pink along her cheekbones.
"Would you like more control?"
"I'm pretty sure that if I wanted more I'd do it anyway. Like I did that night at the house..."
She flushed harder and grinned.
"I enjoyed that."
"Any other flaws we might discuss before I can kiss you?"
"That depends. What's wrong with me?"
"Oh, there's a whole list." She joked, and her fingers entwined with mine as she brought my hand up to her mouth for a kiss. "But I tend to not even notice them, on account of me loving you too much."
"Really?" I chuckled, and kissed her gently. "What is on this list may I ask?"
"Well, your constant need to wear things that drive me insane for instance. The fact that you make me feel like I haven't got a leg to stand on..." Her eyes grew guarded, as if she knew she'd let something slip, opened herself up.
"My list says you don't let yourself get too emotional. Why don't you feel like you have a leg to stand on, what does that mean?" I asked, catching on to this.
"Nothing." She muttered, kissing me and then beginning a trail of little kisses starting at my ear and continuing along my jaw.
"Another problem, uses sex as a distraction from talks about emotions." I murmured gently, feeling my body reacting to her touch.
"Is that really a problem?" She muttered, each word alighting between a kiss.
"It might be." I whispered honestly. She stopped kissing me, and instead her sad eyes gazed at me guardedly.
"I don't know. I want you to be able to tell me everything. But unless I basically force it out of you..."
"You want me to tell you? Everything?"
"Even if it's something you don't want to hear?"
She sighed and rolled away from me, but I followed her and leant on my elbow looking down at her.
"Alright. When I say I don't have a leg to stand on, I mean that loving you has made me weaker than I've ever been before. I rely on you, and that's something I'm not comfortable with. I've never been comfortable with it. I adore you, I am in love with you, and everytime I see you I feel so happy I think I could explode. But when you're not there I feel like I'm not myself, like I'm on the edge of falling apart. Because when you're not there... well I guess I'm just... I'm not whole."
How do you even react to something like that? It could sound cheesy, but the way she said it meant my heart felt like it was holding it's breath - a seperate entity to me, touched only by her.
"Sam..." I muttered, reaching my hand out to brush my fingers through her hair.
"See, this is why I don't share. You can't say anything to that... God I sounded so cheesy."
"I thought we'd already established," I smiled, sitting up and throwing one leg over her so I was sat over her hips, looking down at her embarrassed face, "That I really like when you're cheesy."
"... No. I really do. And you don't have to worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stick to you until you're tired of me, and even then I probably won't leave."
"I'll never get tired of you."
"I'm pleased to hear it." I smiled and leant down to kiss her.
"We should be packing." She mentioned a few minutes later after a couple of rather heated kisses.
"Mmm, do you really want to be packing right now?" I asked, undoing one of the buttons on her shirt and slipping my fingers to the next one.
"We'll be late..." She groaned.
"We've got five hours... Stop coming up with excuses and let me kiss you." I leant in and she released her lips to me, her hands cupping my face as mine released her from her shirt.