| December 10 | Sunday Night |

~ Megan's POV ~

Finals. It was the week of the semester in which every student pursuing a higher education absolutely dreaded.

And I was no exception.

My head was squeezed between my two hands as I desperately peered down into my History of International Relations textbook. At this point, I felt confident I knew the material, but a little last-minute studying couldn't hurt. Although, Sam was convinced my head was about to combust from knowledge.

And yes, she believed that was possible.

She had seen me at my absolute worst and was always there for support, even when she couldn't understand what I was going through. Fortunately, Blair shed a little light on the stress of finals week, and Sam was more than willing to be there for me, however I needed.

She was always good at giving me my space I needed to study, but I couldn't help but think it was exceptionally quiet.

It was almost a little too quiet.

I flipped to the last page and went over my jotted notes. It all made sense now, but I knew once I got that exam in front of me that would change. Wording would be different, perspectives would change and there was always a possibility of spacing... but worrying about it would only stress me out further.

And as of now, I had a giant cramp in my neck from peering down at my book for so long, resulting in a headache.

"Babe," Sam called.

I looked up to see her freshly showered and leaning on the doorframe. Those deep blue eyes were locked on me and I couldn't help but momentarily forget about exams and stress in that moment.

She stepped out of our room. "You need a break."

"I just need a few more-"

"Megan," she interrupted. "You've been at it for hours."

I couldn't help but smile to myself. The fact that she was worried about my mental state only caused my heart to flutter.

"Come," she demanded. "I have something for you."

Oh, and her demands may turn me on just a little bit.

I stood and reluctantly followed her into our bedroom.

But when she disappeared into the bathroom, I wondered what she had up her sleeve.

When I joined her, the sound of light music filled my ears. A bubble bath was drawn, candles were lit and a glass of wine sat, coaxing me to forget all about studying and slip into the tub.

"Sam..." I said, unsure if I had time to enjoy this.

She turned to me. "You need a break. Seriously. I'm worried you're gonna have an aneurysm from information overload or something."

I released a small laugh. "I just have a little more to read-"

"Megan," she reiterated.

My body heated up at her demanding tone.

She stepped closer to me and her hard-ass demeanor fell. My breath caught in my throat as she closed the gap between our bodies. Her lips came really close to mine as her warm hands teased against the edge of my Mizzou t-shirt. Suddenly, studying was the last thing on my mind.

"Do you need help undressing?" she whispered.

"I know what you're doing, Samantha Carson," I said breathlessly.

"Well, I was always good at creating distractions..."

That's when her lips pressed against mine. There was something in the kiss that excited me. It made my heart throb and my stomach clench. She was right about one thing...

She really was good at creating distractions...

When we parted, my body sighed in disappointment.

"I'm gonna take Charlie out," she said. "You're gonna take a bath, drink that glass of wine and relax, alright?"

"Yes ma'am."

A sculpted eyebrow arched as she smirked. "That's more like it."

She kissed me once more before leaving me alone in our bathroom. Honestly, I knew she only had my best interest in mind. Besides, if I didn't know the material now, I surely wouldn't by tomorrow. A little break really couldn't hurt...

So, I stripped and hopped in the tub. The warmth of the water eased the tension in my neck as I sipped on the glass of wine.

God, she had even gotten my favorite bottle. I couldn't help but think Sam deserved a medal for how far she's come as a girlfriend.

The smell of lavender settled my mind as I sunk lower into my bath. This was definitely much needed. Besides, I could take a twenty-minute bath, hop out with an eased mind and go to bed early. The exam wasn't until noon tomorrow anyway, so I could get up early and refresh my mind a few hours before...

I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to erase any thought of exams as the glass of wine hit my lips. The sweet sensation slid down my throat and touched something in my soul. Sometimes I really did overwork myself. Moments like this forced me to realize it.

Once I finished the glass of wine and the bath water turned lukewarm, I decided to quickly wash, shave and pamper myself just a bit more before hopping out. When I threw on my nightwear, I realized I felt completely relaxed and nowhere near tired.

I let down my ponytail and brushed through my damp waves, allowing my hair to flow and relax around my face. I sighed and smiled in satisfaction.

I walked out of the bathroom, but when I made it to the door of the bedroom, Sam's figure blocked my path.

"Where are you going?" she asked with a smirk.

"Back to studying...?" I answered hesitantly.

She just tilted her head playfully as I quickly took her in. There were times when I believed Sam would get tired of waiting around for me to finish school, but it never happened. She exceeded my expectations and it was heartwarming and... sexy.

My eyes traveled over her smooth arms that were exposed in her sleeveless tank and those slim legs that were visible in night shorts that covered just enough to be considered shorts and not underwear.

"But thank you," I whispered. "I really needed that."

"I know you did."

She stepped closer to me and my body heated up. The tension she was creating began to drive me crazy. This was her plan all along. Get me to take a nice bath, drink the wine and forget all about exams... and I had to give it to her...

There were about a handful of things I wanted to do instead of study, and they all involved Sam.

"Are you sure you wanna keep studying?" Sam teased.

My back was now pressed against the wall of our bedroom as I peered at my girlfriend. She knew damn well the last thing I wanted to do was study when she was looking at me like that. The game she was playing only made me smile to myself.

I decided to play along. "I probably should..."

"Do you wanna know what I think?" she whispered. The gap between our bodies was now inexistent. My heart was in my throat as she brought her lips to my ear. "I think you need a proper study break."

I shivered as her hot breath touched my ear. She was right. God, she was so right... but this test was really important.

"Sam..." I mumbled.

Her lips kissed against my neck. "Yes?"

My knees buckled slightly. "I know what you're trying to do..."

She laughed. "Is it working?"

She pulled back to look at me, but I didn't have to verbally answer her. Neither of us were thinking about anything but each other as of now.

That's when her hands eagerly cupped my face. Our lips met and my head spun in response. I attempted to focus on her kissing but with one of her legs pressed tightly between my thighs, I couldn't.

I sighed heavily as her lips fell from my mouth and kissed under my jaw, lingering just long enough to send a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body.

Both of my hands instinctively tangled themselves in Sam's blonde hair as her hands glided over my waist and hips. They squeezed as our lips mingled together. I hated to admit it, but both of us had been too busy to even think about having sex, much less actually go through with the act. Looking at it now, I hadn't been aware of how much I needed her touch until now.

Eventually my back was pressed into my mattress as Sam took her place on top. Her hands were burning trails along my skin as they fought against the fabric of my clothes.

"I just got out the bath..." I panted into her mouth.

"We can shower again later."

I hadn't expected to want her so urgently, but the way our bodies moved together showed my desperation. Sam was right. I needed a distraction. I needed a release from all the stress and anxiety that school and life had brought upon me. I needed her. She was the only thing that could take my mind off all of it.

My legs wrapped around Sam's hips in an attempt to keep her as close as possible while my hands frantically fought with her shirt. I needed to see her. All of her.

But instead of letting me remove her shirt, she pinned my hands above my head. I groaned in frustration.

"Baby, relax..." she whispered close to my lips. "I'm supposed to be the one doing all the work, remember?"

My cheeks heated up in response.

She lifted me up and removed my night shirt, throwing it behind her and onto the floor. Her hands gripped the waistband of my shorts, silently asking to take them off. I lifted my hips and felt the fabric slide over my legs, the air of the room hitting the newly visible skin.

Once I was completely exposed, I felt myself slowly giving into Sam the way she intended. My body was screaming for her to just touch me, but she held back, heightening the desire.

Her hands gently cupped my breasts as her skilled lips traced over my jaw and collarbone. There was something about the way she treated my body that really pushed me over the edge. She always knew what I needed before I had the chance to tell her.

She granted my hands the power to guide her head over my chest as she bit and sucked, leaving no room for me to breathe. When I was close to the edge, I pulled her face up to mine.

"I want to see you," I whispered.

She smiled lovingly and lifted her body above mine. I watched her expertly remove her shirt in one motion and admired her smooth skin and toned stomach.

My hands ran down the front of her body as one hand held her over me while the other ran up my leg.

"God, you're beautiful," she whispered into my neck.

I smiled. "You're not so bad yourself..."

She pulled back and laughed, encasing my lips with hers as both of her hands teased along the inside of my thighs. My body quivered as an answer, which she took as a sign to continue.

Then suddenly, my eyes close at the sudden sensation of Sam's fingers teasing against my sex. My body sighed in relief and pleasure, as if I was a parched hiker desperate for water. And then I heard Sam groan in approval.

I knew my arousal was plenty. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been fantasizing about my girlfriend doing this to me over the past week. All the pent-up tension and lust was there for her to see. I was just glad she was appreciative.

She slowly entered me and my body clenched around her. Electricity flowed through every vein as I gasped in response. My mind reeled at the sensations while Sam's lips worked against my breasts and continued to move inside of me.

"Oh God..." I moaned.

She was fire and I was ice. My body melted at her touch and I was surely going to lose my composure if she continued on this way. It was almost embarrassing how close I was already, but I wouldn't tell her. Not yet.

With each movement I grew closer and closer. I could feel the fire in my veins. The throbbing of my heart in my head. The white light as I squeezed my eyes shut. The rolling of sweat behind my knees.

"Y-Yes, Sam..." I moaned weakly. "Right there..."

As if she had been waiting for my cue, her strokes deepened. The bomb in my stomach threatened to explode as my hands tangled themselves back into her hair that was disheveled.

She was a mess. I was a mess. Everything was a beautiful mess and I couldn't find the will to care about any of it. I didn't care about our primal movements. I didn't care about school or studying or finals. All I cared about was the peak I was approaching. All I cared about was that release Sam was so eager to bring me.

Her chest pressed against mine to gain leverage. My hands moved from her hair to her back, scratching and clawing to just hold on. My legs instinctively wanted to close at the amount of pleasure, but her own prevented me from that, holding them open.

I was all hers and she knew it.

And before I could mumble a pathetic warning, I fell off of the cliff without much protest. My body rode against her hand. My head was thrown back and Sam's mouth connected with my neck. I heard her hiss in pain as my short nails dug into her skin.

After what felt like minutes of pleasurable aftermath, my eyes finally fluttered open. I was met with a pair of loving blue eyes, swollen lips, a flushed face and a mess of hair. I was convinced she looked just as ravished as me.

Then she kissed me with a gentleness, contrasting her previous motions. I savored the taste on my tongue before she reluctantly pulled away, but allowed our noses to remain touching.

"How was that for a study break?" she teased.

"Exceptional," I said.

She blushed.

Then I flipped her under me as I straddled her stomach. My face heated at the position change, but there was an excitement in her eyes that I appreciated.

She smirked. "You don't wanna get back to studying?"

I leaned down and brought my lips close to hers.

"It can wait just a bit longer..."

* * *

The blinding light of sunlight woke me as my eyes struggled to open. Sam was sprawled out on her stomach, completely exposed before the white comforter covered just below the indentions on her lower back. I was only able to admire her for a second before a realization hit me.

I hadn't set an alarm last night.

Suddenly my body was hot, and not from excitement, as I frantically glanced at my phone.

11:15.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

"Dammit!" I shouted before jumping out of bed.

I woke Sam as her head popped up out of shock. Turning on the shower, I jumped in before the water could even get hot. I didn't have time. I just needed to scrub off the smell of sex and get the hell out of the door. I absolutely could not miss this final!

"W-What the hell..." Sam's voice paused. "... is going on?"

"I'm late!" I shouted from the shower. "I forgot to set a damn alarm last night."

I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, seeing Sam quickly pulling on a pair of jeans. The fact that she had gotten up so quickly enlightened me, but only for a moment.

I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and threw on a sweater and jeans soon after. There was no time for makeup or anything else but getting my ass out the door.

Sam threw on a Mizzou hoodie and grabbed her keys.

"I'll drive you," she said.

I grabbed my bag and book without hesitation and we jumped into her car. She cranked it to life as I buckled my seat belt.

"This is your fault," I accused.

"My fault?" she protested.

"Yes, your fault!" I panicked. "If I hadn't been so exhausted last night I would've set one!"

She scoffed. "Megan, you of all people should know I'm not the responsible one."

"Clearly!"

Sam tore out of the parking lot and barreled down the street. I checked my phone.

11:30.

"Son of a-"

"I will get you there on time," she interrupted. "Relax."

"Relax? Relax?" I mocked. "Sam, I have to be on the fifth floor of Griffin in thirty minutes!"

She made a turn and floored the gas. Her black Camaro sped past houses and buildings in a blur. It was a miracle we hadn't passed a cop yet. I decided not to think of the possibility of getting pulled over.

We made it to campus, which resulted in Sam easing off the gas to avoid barreling over anxiety driven students like myself. Honestly, at this point, I wouldn't mind getting hit by a car if it meant getting out of exams.

"Where's this building?" she asked.

"Right there," I directed with a pointed finger.

She rolled up and slammed on her brakes, resulting in both of our bodies nearly flying through the windshield. I grabbed my bag and attempted to escape in a hurry, but her grip wrapped around my arm and pulled me back inside the car.

"Sam, I swear-"

A carnal kiss cut off my sentence as I suddenly forgot where I was. Images of last night flashed behind my eyelids as my body heated up. For only a second did I consider ditching this exam to have my way with her in the middle of the street in the backseat of her car.

I pulled away breathlessly.

"Knock em' dead, babe." She smirked. "And then we'll celebrate when you get back home."

At this I couldn't help but smile like a lovesick teenager.

"You're a piece of work, Samantha Carson."

"It's why you love me so much."

"You're right."

I pulled back and slammed her car door shut before racing into the building.

And as I ascended the stairs I knew it would take everything I had not to fantasize about our next "study break" during my test.

And how much I was looking forward to it.

***A/N**

Alright people. I hope you guys are satisfied because this took me FOUR DAYS to write. That's right. Four days. I tried hard, so please, appreciate this gift because I know a lot of you were screaming for a sex scene with some detail. I did the best I could, and hopefully I delivered.

Stay tuned for more!

- Lauryn