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Sam sighed, for once he didn’t care about what she said. He knew why she was being snippy and snarky with him. “Of course you do,” Sam replied, “just think about how bad it could have been, because what I’m wearing and how I’m looking isn’t bad,” he said looking at Bree, taking her hands in his, “and you were the one that told me that my Sunday best was just too much, so I’m not wearing that and I’m not wearing sweats, so it’s gonna be fine.” It was kind of nice knowing that for once he wasn’t the one with the major freak out, well besides, the fact that he was meeting her grandparents which is a bit different from parents.  Sam let out a breath, “okay, so talk about all the good things, and don’t forget the volunteering in the soup kitchen I bet she’d love that and don’t tell her about being an under aged stripper with a fake ID so that you could help support your family, got it.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing a kiss against her lips, “relax, I got this, Sam Evans is one charmer. I got you to actually date me.” Sam smiled at her, “and everyone knows I’m a saint, they’re gonna play when the saints next time I play a football game.” Sam nodded his head, he could do that, just listen and call her whatever she wants to be called, he could do that, and if things went as planned, he was going to be told to call her grandma at the end of the night.

As they stepped inside, he could smell the food, and it smelled just like his grandma’s cooking, well not exactly but it reminded him of it, he could really work with this. “Hello,” Sam said, with a smile playing over his lips, “I’m Sam,” he held out his hand, “and I’m sorry for not coming over to meet you sooner. I’ve been a bit too busy with after school activities and volunteering. But it’s nice to finally meet you.” Sam bit down on his lip, “and I know that smell, reminds me of the summers on grandparents farm.”

Anyone could have thought that walking through the doors would have led to less nerves, her grandmother’s presence along with Sam’s usually something that could calm her. Instead she held her breath seeing the two parts of her world collide. Her family that she loved and who had put her on a better path and the boy who actually was the reason she thought she was on the straight and narrow. It truly was because of Sam that she wasn’t out behaving the same way she did in Chicago. She wasn’t reckless and promiscuous. Instead she was with one person who really was a charmer just like he said. He had gotten her to date him but also had gotten her to actually fall for him. 

Bree kept her hand in his, opposite to the hand that he reached out to her Gran. She introduced herself as Gran which only made Bree’s shoulders relax some. She offered a hint of a smile. She could see that her grandmother was trying to make the boy feel welcomed just with that one gesture. Calling her gran only was allowed by her grandchildren. Everyone else called her Minta or Min. Bree smiled at Sam’s words. “You never told me your grandparents had a farm,” she truly hadn’t asked much about his grandparents instead focusing on his parents. 

“This is actually the sixth time I am looking at what you have on and every time I look at it I find something else I could improve.” Her nerves gave way to more of her snippier attitude. This wasn’t her-- Bree was not the one to bring home boys to meet her grandmother. Bree was the type to have secret flings that filled her life with excitement and intrigue. This entire relationship thing was something that made her feel unlike herself. “I, like your hair ruffled but that’s for a different reason.” The whole reason being that the more of a mess his hair was the more proof she had of just what he had done to her with his tongue between her legs or on different parts of her body. She couldn’t let those thoughts invade her mind. Snapping back into the moment, she fought the urge to purposely do the opposite of what she was told. This wasn’t like Bree. Bree wasn’t the type of girl who brought someone home. Bree was the type to continue the relationship she had previously had with Sam, keeping him as a secret at all costs. Uncharted territory made her nervous to the point of obsession. “If you have to talk to her about anything… talk to her about… the weather. Living in Ohio, various other topics.” None of which she could think of right away. Shedefinitely should have prepared some topics, now she was going to have to manipulate the conversation so much. “School.” She nodded her head and fiddled with a button on his shirt that was turning inward. “You can talk about school. Play up the goody two shoes bit. Student body vice president, football player, glee member, you can even mention swim team. Oh comic book club!” Listing off his team affiliations slowly bored her but also made her wonder just how much he could be involved in. “The more goody goody we make you seem the easier it is going to be to convince her that you haven’t ever seen me naked or have ever done anything more than hold my hand.” At least that was the plan. “By the time this is over she should see a golden halo over your head and she should be putting your name in for sainthood and not wondering whether or not she can ever trust you being around me. The kiss and brief pause made her pause. The feeling of his lips just soft enough to bring her back to the present. He was right about what her grandmother would think with them not showing up. Her hands went to his sides wanting just this moment with him. Her nerves did feel a bit better. She brought her hands up to her boyfriend’s jawline looking into his eyes smiling. “Well for one, don’t call her Mrs. Martin since she didn’t take my grandfather’s last name. I don’t think she wants to be called anything specific. You can just call her whatever she introduces herself as.” Really it was because she didn’t know what to say. Annoyed by not knowing what the procedure was she felt the nerves in her stomach contract again. “I really don’t know what you should call her because it’s not like this is something that happens every week. This is my first time doing this, okay and I don’t know what is going to happen or what she’s going to want you to call her or anything.”Noticing that she was getting stressed again she dropped her shoulders. Standing on her toes she pressed a light kiss to his lips. “I-” her voice cut, her eyes darting to his feet. “I don’t know what to really expect out of this. I just know that this is important, so you’re right let’s get this over with.” Straightening her spine and holding on to Sam’s hand she walked the few steps before walking through the door. “Gran! We’re here.” Her smell of her grandmother’s southern food wafting through the small two bedroom apartment. Her grandma coming in to view she tried not to notice just how much her dark eyes zeroed in on Sam. “This is Sam.”

The couple was still at least twenty feet away from the door. “Oh and if she starts drilling you, don’t freak out. She can smell fear.” Now she pulled his arm pulling him forward before stopping yet again. “This is your last chance to head for the hills because once you step through those doors they’re probably going to lock and it’ll be like an fbi waterboarding facility. The only way out is after the interrogation.” 

Sam: bit down on his lip, a smile playing over them as he looked at Bree, taking a small breath. “So?” he asked, “it’s been too long.” His eyes met her, as much as he wanted to let his eye roam all over her body, Sam knew that he also needed to make sure that she knew that she was more than just that, more than just a body. “I’m not sure I was that innocent,” Sam replied, he might not have had that much experience but he was no virgin, and he had slept with more than one person, and made out with even more people. But sure Bree was the one that had made him realize how good sex could be if it was done right. He smiled against her lips, a soft sigh left his lips, and he wrapped his arms around her holding her close, “Yeah?” it came out more like a question than he had intended for it, “and I’d love to stay,” he pressed a kiss against her lips, “and I’m not hiding, we’ll come up with something,” he said forehead pressed against hers. “And I’m sure that you’ll do the right thing, and we can skip first but I’m still not hiding.” His arms wrapped even harder around her, holding her close. “So let’s get some sleep and we’ll figure it all out tomorrow.”

Sam: was sure that he had never felt this close to her before. He couldn't put any words besides the ones had said earlier, he loved her. Maybe that was the reason for why he felt this close to her, that he was finally letting go of his feelings and stopped hiding. Sam tried his best to lock his eyes with Bree's, and she moved faster, and in away Sam had never experienced before, a part of him was scared that they were going to be found out as the headboard hit the wall more than once. His hands dug into her hips. Lips moved together, sounds that weren't supposed to be made was made, but at least the kissing was better than screaming even if there was something about knowing that he made her scream. Sam groaned against her lips, why did she have to talk like that right now, when he wasn't allowed to make the sounds he wanted. "Yes," he whimpered, Sam just wanted her to cum, and he didn't care about how she would cum, as long as she did. His head fell back, and he groaned as he hands moved down his stomach, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as he tried to hold back the cry as his orgasm hit, all it had taken for him to let go was her words, and he came. Sam was sure that he had never cum as hard before. His hands roaming over her back, lips slowly moving against hers, the last thing he wanted was to move, he wanted to stay like this, his cock still inside of her. "I know," Sam whispered, fingers tracing patterns over her back. "And no idea, all I know is that I want that again," he said pressing his lips against hers, "and maybe we can be alone that time so we can like..." Sam trailed off, "you know make all the sounds we want."

Sam: It was something about watching Bree like this. It was amazing for him to see her almost give into what it was that she wanted. It was when Sam watched how Bree's breathing changed as she moved, how her body was moving as she moved. The difference was, it wasn't something that Sam could describe, it wasn't like it normally was between them. The quick and rough was amazing but this, this slow, and taking their time, it was better, it was more than just chasing a high, chasing a release. Of course he was chasing his orgasm, and making sure that Bree got one too, but it was more than a quick orgasm. His hand moved up her arm, cupping her face, drying the tear away from her face, Sam wanted to ask if she was okay. Her answer came before he even could ask, "okay," Sam breathed out. Sam wasn't sure on what it was that she wanted him to tell her, he had said a lot.

His lips close to her ear, as his hips arched up, thrusting forward, fingers digging into her back. "I love you," he whispered, eyes closed as he continued to meet her moves, "I'll always come back." There was the familiar pull in his legs, stomach, balls, as his orgasm was about to hit, "fuck," he groaned fingers running over her back. He searched for her lips, "come for me," he whispered against her lips, before claiming them with his own, fingers tangling up in her hair, as he deepened the kiss.

Sam: It was almost like all his senses was heighten in a way they had never been before, his hearing, the touch, and the smell. Sam almost couldn't take it all in, it was almost too much. Maybe he said things that he shouldn't say, yet. But he just let him feel, it all, and that was how he let her know what was going on in him, to let it all out. "I'll always believe you," he replied. It didn't take long before, their clothes were off. Sam couldn't keep the smile off his face as he heard Bree, "fine," he whispered against her lips.

A groan left his lips, Sam tried his best to keep the sounds down. But the feeling of having Bree rubbing, grinding down against his hard cock was a lot harder to handle than Sam had expected. The wetness and heat that came from her, he ran his hands up and down her back. His hands settling on her hips, as she sunk down on him, and a small whimper left his lips, with the feeling of having his girlfriend surround him again, and he had missed it a lot. Sam's fingers almost dug into her hips, as he tried his best to keep up with her. It was a lot different from how it had been before, he couldn't say exactly what the difference was, but it was better. "Fuck," his head fell back against the pillow, he moved his hands, almost pulling her down on top of him.

Sam: It hurt him almost as much as it hurt her, there was something about going down on her. It had taken him sometime to figure out what he was doing but now, well Sam liked to think that he was pretty good at it. "I know," he replied, "maybe next time. Or you know when we're somewhere someone won't hear us." The sounds that came from her, the gasps, and everything else, Sam knew what it meant, and he knew Bree's reactions to his touch, and the queues of her body. Sam groaned against her lips, feeling her body pressed against his own, her legs holding him in place, his dick growing harder. "Yeah," he breathed out, his hips meeting hers with ease, and a familiarity, that he had missed.

His eyes met hers again, and Sam wasn't sure if he was hearing her right, or if he missed a word. "I'll always come back to you," he whispered, leaning down capturing her lips with his. Sam groaned, a hand slowly sliding down her body. "Good," he whispered, "off," he mumbled, as his hands found the waist band of her clothes, and he knew he needed to get out of the rest of his clothes too. He needed to feel her against his body, there was something about her that pulled him in, something that he had never experienced before, it wasn't something he could put his finger on, "I love you," Sam whispered, trailing open kisses down her neck, over her shoulder, as he tried to remove the rest of her clothes.

Bree: Even with her need, his warm breath on her skin, and the need to keep quiet there was no mistaking just how high her emotions were running. Usually she would stop someone, tell them not to make promises they couldn't keep. Words like always, or forever were words se didn't want to hear; those words had given her hope before. Hope from her parents who said they would always be there for her. Hope from her grandfather saying he would always remember her. Always wasn't a word she liked to hear, and yet coming from Sam she felt her heart melting, believing him more fiercely than she had ever believed anyone in her life. Biting her lip she nodded her head telling him that she believed him. "You better." Bree gasped as she held onto him. "Yeah, off." Lifting her hips a bit she waited for him to comply before she began taking more of his clothes off.

Sam: It wasn't his fault that Bree brought out this side of him. A small sigh left his lips as he heard her, "fine," he almost huffed, and Sam's eyes met hers for a short second. He could keep it down, and hopefully Bree could to, it wasn't like he wanted them to get caught, even if Sam knew that he was great with parents, and probably grandparents too. Their lips met in a kiss, and he felt her moan, and heard it, he was too caught up in the kiss to pay attention what Bree was saying, because he had missed this. Sam tried to hold back his groan, when he realized what she just had said, "are you trying to kill me here," he whispered, Sam was sure that Bree knew exactly what she was doing to him. It didn't take long until his jeans was hanging loose on his lips, both Bree's shirt and bra was on the floor, and his too for that matter. "Fuck," Sam groaned taking the sight in front of him in. Sam wrapped his arms around her lifting her up, walking them to the bed, "I'll try my best," he whispered, as he laid her down. Sam licked his lips, hovering over her, "but I guess that means I won't go down on you this time," he whispered against her lips, before he claimed them with his. His hands moving up, her stomach, fingers dancing against her breast, his tongue moving with hers, and his thumb brushing around the nipple before he cupped her breast, and he rolled his hips against hers. He pulled away from the kiss, nipping on her lower lip, "I need you," he mumbled against her lips.

Sam: There was something about the smile on her face. He loved seeing that kind of smile on Bree's face. Sam nodded his head, "yeah, super awesome," he replied, biting down on his lip, looking at her, "but isn't naked twister supposed to be dirty?" Sam asked his eyebrows raised as he looked at her, "I've always thought that you were supposed to play that dirty." Sam wrapped his arms around her holding her in place, "well that's good, 'cos that boyfriend sounds pretty awesome, and if he knows what's good for him, he'll show you how awesome, hot and sexy you are."

As much as Sam wished that the moment hadn't ended, he knew that it was for the best, because it would mean that they could continue this inside if the coast was clear. He tried to follow Bree with as little noise as he possibly could, a grin spread on his face, as the door to her room was closed, and he had her pinned against it. "So are we doing the naked twister now?" he asked, his hands slowly running up the side of her body, pushing her shirt up. "because I'm pretty sure I can get convinced to do that," he licked his lips, "or something else." He pushed himself against her, lips trailing down her neck, nipping on the skin.

Sam: nodded his head. He would chase her, but not in the creepy way. He was going to make sure that Bree did just what she wanted, and wasn't afraid to let herself feel, or get close to someone, preferably him of course. "And I'm so much faster than you so I could catch up with you at some point," Sam replied smiling at her, his arms circled around her waist. Sam bit down on his lip, nodding is head. "Yeah, are we gonna make our own rules for Monopoly and Twister?" he asked, "I'm like super awesome at naked Twister." Sam couldn't help the smile on his face. "And you just want me naked," he added with a grin. Sam pressed his forehead against Bree's, "I want you wet, but not from the rain," he whispered, "and I wanna be inside," he leaned closer, "inside of you," he whispered pressing his lips against the side of her head, "I've missed that." Sam let out a breath, "sure, just don't make me wait too long."

Sam: laughed, shaking his head. "I think I can handle it," he replied. He was sure that it would take a lot of work to make sure that Bree didn't run, if things got hard. Sam knew that relationships did take work at least if you wanted them to last, and this was a relationship he wanted to last. "And just so know if you try and run, I'll jut chase you," he said smiling at her, "you should already know that I don't give up that easy."

He nodded, letting out a breath, he wasn't going to let go of his hold until she said that he needed, "I know, I can be Super Sam, or Captain Samerica, you can just decide which one you like the best." Sam smiled against her lips, he could never, and would never get tired of Bree kissing him, it was that simple. "You are. You're with me. And I'm with you," he whispered, his forehead pressed against hers. "Good," Sam breathed out, "sure I'm good at some games, but I don't need more games besides video games and board games in my life." He leaned down stealing another kiss, feeling the rains pouring down, "so you think we can get inside, I think I'm getting kinda cold and wet."

Sam: knew that the kiss had been short, but now that he knew that he could kiss her when he felt like it, well it just meant that he was going to kiss her again, and again. "Good," he whispered, "'cos I'm planning on doing that a lot," his arms resting around her waist.

He was finally getting what he wanted, as great as the friends with benefits relationship had been this, a real relationship. Sam still could't believe that they had made it this far.

"Okay," he breathed out, that was all he needed to know. That they had the time that they needed. He was holding her as close as he possibly could, he didn't want to let go. If he did maybe this, this moment, would be gone, and Bree would change her mind. Sam smiled, "good, and if it comes to it," he replied smiling at her, "I'll be like Spiderman a climb a window or something." Sam nodded, pulling her closer, his nose buried in her hair, he took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm not going anywhere."

Bree: Looking into Sam's eyes she finally felt what she had been wanting. A sense of calmness. A relief at knowing he wasn't with someone else. A relief and selfishness that came with knowing that she had a bit of him that she could call her own. As bleak as her outlook on love and relationships were, there was Sam who made her second guess that. A small light in all the negative thoughts she had on the subject. Seeing how happy he was she smiled herself. "Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself in to cowboy?" Still she didn't ask him to loosen his hold on her. "I've never really had a boyfriend but I think I can be a lot to handle." She challenged him to say something with a raise of her eyebrows.

Sam: knew that Bree had said that she didn't want him to meet her grandmother, but a part of him wanted to, he wanted to meet the woman that was raising her. Besides that Sam was pretty sure that he was great at meeting parents, well grandparents. And if he managed to charm her, he was sure that it would make everything easier for them, maybe not at first but in the end.

He couldn't help but to smile when he saw her, and heard her. Sam walked up to Bree, wrapping his arms around her pulling her in for a hug, his nose nuzzling against her neck, and he pulled back, before he pressed a small kiss against her lips. "Okay," he replied, "I just wanted to do that." A soft breath left his lips, and he wasn't going to stop holding her, "so how long exactly do we have, a minute or like ten?" he asked, "just wanna know how long I can stand here and kiss you before you try and sneak me inside."

Bree: The shortness of the kiss caught her by surprise. Lips still puckered and eyes half closed she pulled back still smiling at the thought that he even was kissing her. The fact that he was with her and not with Kitty meant the world to her. "I wanted you to do that too." Bree's hands went to his shoulders pulling him closer. Had she not just dealt with her grandmother and maybe if she couldn't actually smell the rain in the air she would have thought this was some dream. This had to be some fantasy. This relationship wasn't supposed to happen. Sam was supposed to be with someone like Kitty despite what she felt. Still she wasn't going to fight this any longer.

Sam: pulled the hoodie closer around his body as he left the truck, he had parked a bit down the street. He was going to sure that he was careful. He didn't want to mess up, not again. Sam was almost sure that he had messed up, it almost felt like it when he had read some of the texts that Bree had sent him. He let out a breath. He could do this. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and sent a short text to Bree, letting her know that he would be there in like a minute.

Sam felt his heartbeat fast in his chest standing outside trying to see where Bree could be, he really hoped that he was going to spot her soon. He didn't feel like explaining to her grandmother why he was there, not when she didn't know who he was. "Where are you," Sam mumbled to himself looking around. He needed her, he needed Bree right here, right now. All he wanted was to kiss her once, and then again and again. Sam closed his eyes taking a breath, he wasn't sure on if it was a raindrop he felt on his hand, the last thing they needed was for it to start raining.

Bree: With a quick yes ma'am to her grandmother Bree slipped out the front door. Despite being in a strict home now she recognized how much she didn't mind the change. Being cared about or at least looked after when she had been neglected by her parents in Chicago was actually a bit nice. Maybe that nice feeling was another reason why Bree was nervous about the fact that Sam had hinted that he wanted to meet her grandmother. Why he even wanted to meet Jeanette Martin was beyond her. Weren't most guys supposed to try to avoid parental figures at all costs. Weren't they supposed to be dragged in front of them as a way to prove their commitment? Then again Sam had proved time and again that he wasn't at all like most guys. Pulling her sweater closer to herself she bounded down the stairs all the while looking for Sam.

Sam: Fine. I'll come over and we can make out. Like a lot. Are you gonna sneak me up to your room?