*in Moriarty's voice*
Didyoumissmedidyoumissmedidyoumissme?

Sammy

I felt Dante's body still vibrating against me.

As soon as I was able to gather my own bearings, I gently turned him around to face me. His eyelids hung low in what I hoped was the result of pure pleasure. Both my arms were firmly on his lower back, practically holding him up.

I couldn't help but dip down to capture those swollen lips with mine. The moan that erupted from me, was an accurate representation of the levels of content I felt. Dante melted against me, wrapping his arms around my neck as his fingers tangled themselves into my drenched hair.

"Let me finish washing you." I mumbled against his lips, before my hand reached across to grab more soap.

Dante

My body still felt like I was being turned over a fire like a pig roast. Sammy had spent the rest of our time in the shower, completely on me. He rinsed my hair with this sweet smelling shampoo I had faintly remembered smelling on him before. Then he worked his way down the rest of my body.

It was safe to say I was a nervous wreck the entire time. We had just had sex, yet every look Sammy sent my way, made me feel the most exposed I had ever felt.

When he was finished with washing me, he spent a brief amount of time on himself. I offered to scrub him down but he just grinned, planting a kiss on my forehead. "If I were to ask you to do anything else after what you've just done, I'd be a certified asshat. Let's get you into bed." Was all he replied with.

Little did he know, that comment would be easier said than done.

I made it upstairs first, to change. Sammy had hung around the locker rooms to do some quick clean up. I honestly debated staying downstairs with him, because watching Sammy walk around the locker rooms dripping wet in a low hanging towel, was the very definition of time well spent.

Instead, I was currently rummaging through my bag for some clean clothes.

I had been trying to keep up with the laundry, but it was pretty clear I was going to need to purchase more stuff. The check had luckily reached my apartment complex okay, which was still an unfortunate bittersweet situation. It meant I was going to finally be able to afford some new clothes, but it also meant that whatever bliss this was staying here with Sammy, would quickly come to an end.

I managed to locate a loose fitted top, and some shorts. The shirt wasn't all that comfortable, but it was clean so it was going to have to do. I started to get situated in bed, slipping off the socks I had a tendency to put on as soon as my feet touched the hardwood, before fluffing up the flattened pillows.

Sammy's footsteps practically echoed through the upstairs flat as he walked. I heard him move around the dimly lit room, most likely searching for some clean clothes himself, before heading to bed. Every sound had become so apart of our daily routine, I could almost tell exactly what he was doing behind the half wall separating us.

When I heard the springs of his mattress come to life, that's when I knew he had finished his post training night routine. I expected to hear the slight rustling here and there before sleep found him, but something else pulled me out from my own sleepy daze.

"Dante?" Sammy whispered quietly out into the silence, that was dulled by the vibrating sounds of the A/C.

At first, I thought I may had just been hearing things, but when I heard him whisper my name again, that secured my attention.

"Yes?" I whispered back.

"Why are you all the way over there?"

My fingers gripped the bedsheet, to stop my heart from doing anything crazy... like beating straight out of my chest.

"I-I didn't know if- I um-" in true Dante fashion, I stumbled through that sentence with just the right amount of grace.

"Come here." Sammy replied, cutting my gibberish off. My heart almost stopped completely at that.

Okay Dante, pull it together.

It was going to sound absolutely ridiculous, especially coming from someone who had been in a relationship with someone for years... but Shaun and I never cuddled. Especially after sex. Usually he would leave me to do some night training, then crash in front of the tv on the couch or something.

I didn't mind- not at all. Every part of his touch made me want to rip my skin off.

But that left me feeling awkward now, as I slowly pulled myself out from the covers, and turned the corner of the wall. Sammy was in bed, with his side table lamp providing the only light in the flat. There was a space next to him, that he patted down. When his eyes watched my movements, I felt all that anxiety I was trying to shove down, come bubbling up again.

I could barely handle being in Sammy's vicinity for so long, and now he wanted me to physically sleep with him. Dear lord.

"I promise I don't bite... unless you're into that." Sammy chuckled lightly.

I wish he knew the damage he was doing to my heart at the moment.

I slowly slid into the spot next to him, and as I got settled, it was almost impossible not to notice how comfortable his bed was. Like the spare bed he had was wonderful, but this was cloud nine.

Sammy gently pulled me towards him, until I was rest on my side, looking up at him. He didn't bother to tie any of his hair back, and instead, let it scatter against the pillowcase in all directions.

He didn't look like he even belonged to the human race anymore. From his golden brown beard, to those perfect blue eyes. I could never normalize how I felt when I caught a glimpse of his beauty.

"You're so tense." He whispered. My head was rested on one of his arms, but his free hand that was holding my waist, started to gently massage the area. "I truly hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable. I promise that wasn't my intention. If you feel more comfortable sleeping in your own bed, that's one hundred percent okay."

I wasn't able to help it. There was a part of me that wanted to retreat back to that safety. I mean what if I was a terrible sleeper? I could be a cover hogger, or worst, a violent turner...

But glancing up at Sammy again made me shake my head. "I-It's not that, I just- I've never really slept with someone before."

That made Sammy perk up. "That was your first time?" He asked suddenly.

I almost pimp smacked myself.

"No no! Sorry, that came out wrong. I'm not used to sharing the bed with someone." I tried to explain. Sammy's eyebrows furrow deeply, but he didn't choose to pry- which I was beyond words grateful for.

"That's okay," he replied gently, "I haven't shared my own bed with someone else in a while. We'll work out the kinks together."

That's the last thing he said to me that night... or rather the last thing I could remember, before sleep found me.

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