#sam; thread

Rachel: hoped that Sam had taken the light hint (read: passive aggressive) comments about the questionable cleanliness of his place to heart as she knocked on the door to his place. She greeted him with a bright smile, peeking around him at the place to find things in order. So far as she could tell, anyway. “Sam,” she beamed, mostly from the kiss, but also some from the way those eyes looked at her as though she never fell from grace in the first place. That was one thing she loved about Sam, truth be told. She always had. They’d just never been… right? Now things were falling into place, and honestly, she was /terrified/ to label it, to go too far. Would it be destructive to the memory of Finn? What would Finn have said? Probably that he wanted, more than anything, for her to be happy. Sam certainly made her happy, giddy even. She hadn’t felt this way for a very long time. Not since she’d walked through the halls of McKinley for the first time as Finn Hudson, the most popular boy in school’s girlfriend. Licking her lips she peeked around him again with a bright smile still on her face. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?” she smiled up at him.

Sam: ’s lips parted into a crooked grin and he pulled the door open, taking her hand and gently tugging her into the apartment before he shut the door and turn which his hands in his pockets, “Better?” He cooed and pulled his arms around her from behind, kissing her temple as he let her survey the apartment. He’d even made the bed on the other side of the studio. He was pretty please with himself. “Did you bring the movie? I didn’t see it on netflix.” He smiled as he pulled away and moved beside her, looking down at her with a grin.

Rachel: leaned back against him, relishing in the way his arms felt around her, smiling and laughing a bit as she looked around. “Very much, so. I’m impressed, Sam Evans,” she said, turning towards him to reveal a wide grin. She pulled a dvd case from her purse and raised her brows. “Of course. It’s not on Netflix. It was briefly at one point, but clearly the Netflix consumer base doesn’t appreciate quality film,” she laughed. “Shall we?” she said, shaking the dvd and handing it to Sam, letting him get the movie ready as she sat on the couch, slipping her boots off and curling up on the couch, waiting for him. She watched him and smiled to herself. He was so handsome and sweet and kind. Even after all these years. After everyone had changed so much, he was still the same sweet, precious Sam.

Sam: chuckled and took the dvd case from her before he went to set up the television, rejoining her and sitting next to her a few moments later. Comfortably moving against her, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple again. “Clearly the netflix consumer base needs to get it together.” He spoke precociously and winked down at her, “Do you want a drink or anything Rachel?” He asked softly, studying her face as his eyes flickered around it quickly before gazing into her eyes again.

Rachel: Smiled and laughed at his joke, her own eyes studying HIS face for s a moment Before clearing her throat. “I would love some water with lemon if it’s not too much trouble. Not from the tap, though? If it’s no trouble,” she smiled genuinely at him.

Sam: smiled and nodded, “Bottled water with lemon. I knew it.” He grinned, thankful that he’d had the foresight to stock up on the items, he was beginning to see that Rachel liked things a certain way, and he didn’t mind catering to her at all. In fact he enjoyed it, it gave him purpose, and so often he found he lacked that. Another smile and he was on his feet and across the room to what he supposed could be called the kitchen but was really just a single counter with a hot plate and a fridge and sink. It didn’t matter much, he only knew how to cook three or four things and he rarely ate at home anyways, as always he hummed while he prepared her drink and grabbed himself a beer before he walked back over and handed her the glass, “Water for m'lady.” He smiled and winked as he dropped next to her again and took a sip of his beer.

Rachel: Looked around the room while Sam got the drink for her, smiling. She felt like crying, too, though. Sam was so attentive, so supportive. She couldn’t have asked for a better man, honestly. She took the drink, giving him a smile and blinking quickly, trying not to cry. “Thank you, Sam.” She turned to look at him seriously. “What is this? Us? Because I don’t know about you, but… I would like something serious. I tried the casual thing, and it’s not for me. I need commitment and I need dedication… What is it that you want?” She asked quietly, hoping and praying she hadn’t ruined this.

Sam: ’s face fell as she grew serious suddenly, she looked like she might cry and he racked his brain to figure out if he’d done something wrong. As she spoke his face lifted again and he smiled gently, “This is serious. On my part. I never wanted this to be some casual fling. I care about you. I hope I’ve made that clear.” He spoke quietly and smiled, “You’re the most important person in my life right now. And my life right now is really great.” He added, leaning away from her to set his beer on the table before he took the drink from her hand and set it down too and turned his body towards her. “You are the most awe inspiring person I’ve ever met. And whatever you are ready for, I’m there for. Rachel Berry, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked with an innocent grin and wide eyes.

Rachel: Breathed a sigh of relief. She even smiled again. “Sam,” she said, taking his hands in hers. “You are the sweetest, most loyal, and honest person I’ve ever met. I would be honored to be your girlfriend,” she beamed, leaning forward to kiss him. She couldn’t pull away, though, bringing one hand to touch his face. “Sam?” She whispered.

Sam: grinned and held her hand, letting his thumb caress it gently as they kissed and he leaned into her, chasing her lips as she pulled away avd whimpering before he nodded composing himself with a deep breath, “Yeah Rachel?” He breathed.

Rachel: Stammered a little, looking for words. It was rare that they failed her. “I, um… I think that I’m ready. For us…. You know…” She said, cheeks flushing.

Sam: breathed in a slow breath through his nose, of course he’d wanted it for a while now which had led to some very frustrating a tense evenings. And a lot of time with his hand if he was being honest. But he knew her reasons why and was not expecting this at all. He took a moment to keep himself from taking her right that very moment and nodded slowly, “We can go as slow as you need to” He finally spoke with a shaky voice and kissed her again, nipping at her bottom lip before he broke away again and smiled, “I did promise you I’d get educated about Barbara tonight though…” He spoke softly and managed to tear his gaze from her to the tv where the dvd menu was playing on a loop.

Rachel: Followed his gaze to the tv, got up, turned it off, and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. “I want this… You… I know I’ve made you wait a really long time, and I’m sorry. Tonight I’ll make it up to you,” she smiled, leaning to place her hands on his knees and kiss him. “Please?” She whispered against his lips.

Sam: watched her, his eyes following her as they always did and letting out a soft sigh as her shirt hit the ground, as she walked back over he leaned forward and kissed her, cupping her face in his hands, “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He teased and stood before a crooked grin crossed his face and he picked her up over his shoulders and bounded across the room, laying her back on the bed, his hand behind her head as she reached it. He climbed over her quickly and kissed her again, “I’ll make it up to you.” He whispered, “My beautiful Rachel Berry. All I want is a gold star when we’re done.” He teased, pulling away, his eyes surveying her body slowly before he straddled over her and pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor.

Rachel: Squealed in laughter as he picked her up. Her laughter faded as he laid her down, arms nervously positioned to sort of cover her bra. She laughed again about the gold star, biting her lip. As he pulled off his shirt, she laughed a little, covering her face, remembering her first encounter with white chocolate. “The first time I saw you shirtless, I was so embarrassed… And I hated myself because all I could think of for weeks was your abs. I was so ashamed of myself,” she giggled, covering her mouth. “You’re so gorgeous, Sam,” she said, reaching out to finally touch those abs.

Sam: titled his head with an open mouthed grin as he watched her, pulling her arms away from herself and pinning them above her head, using one hand to hold them there as the other rested on her stomach for a moment before his fingers walked their way to her breasts, drawing an invisible heart between them before he cupped one in his hand, squeezing it gently as he let out a soft grunt. “I don’t think you’ve ever realized how beautiful and sexy you are.” He whispered and kissed her gently, “And guess what? These abs are all for you now.”

Rachel: Watched him intently, giggling at the heart, biting her lip with a soft moan as he squeezed it. She felt her cheeks flush, shaking her head. “I am very privileged to have full, exclusive access to the one and only Sam Evans’ abs,” she said proudly, breathing heavily as she lay there, arms pinned above her head. “Sam… Please touch me. Don’t make me wait any longer for you,” she begged.

Sam: chuckled and looked up at her with wide eyes and nodded, kissing her breast lightly before he let his free hand slide up her thigh, moving under her skirt. He wanted to touch her everywhere, but he didn’t want to make her wait so his hand moved efficiently, brushing across her panties with a smirk, surprised to find moisture there. She really did want him apparently. A second more of the teasing touch of his fingertips before his other hand left her wrists and he was pulling off her shirt and panties, re-positioning himself at the bottom of the bed between her legs and dipping his head to meet her pussy, leaning into her to kiss it lightly before he groaned and couldn’t control himself anymore. His fingers tracing along her slit before entering her slowly as his tongue managed to find her clit quickly and he grunted against her.

Rachel: gave a soft whimper at the way Sam’s hands explored her, letting her hands fall to the side. Her breath hitched as he ran his finger over her and when he pushed them into her, she barely had time to react before he added his mouth. Her back arched off the bed, her hands flying to his head and she couldn’t help but gasp. “Sam,” she whimpered. Brody had been the only one to do this to her. Not for lack of Finn’s trying. She was simply too self conscious then. Oddly, for some reason, she wasn’t preoccupied with thoughts of ANYTHING. Only how GOOD this felt. She looked down at Sam nestled in between her legs and moaned softly, whispering his name again as her head fell back against the pillow. Her body responded before her brain did, hips pushing against his mouth, her hands going to grip the sheets as she whimpered his name again.

Sam: let his finger push into her before pulling out again and entering her firmly, repeating the action as he body reacted his tongue curling around her clit and along her folds lightly. He was sure before tonight that Rachel’s voice was the most beautiful noise that she knew how to make - though he laugh was a close second - but suddenly the way she said his name changed his world. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. From her lips or anyone else’s. He moans were somehow musical and perfect, spurring him further with each heavy breath from her lips. He let himself pull from her and inhaled through his nose deeply, her scent intoxicating him further as he looked up at her intently, “Fuck Rachel Berry, you the most incredible woman in the world.” He breathed in a rough growl.

Rachel: whined at the sudden absence of Sam’s fingers and she looked down at him, biting her lip. She loved everything about this, about her /boyfriend/. The way he he spoke with that gruffness, she found herself whimpering again, unable to help herself. She hadn’t realized her hands had migrated to her breasts, either. She blushed, moving them to her abdomen as she finally spoke after being entranced by Sam’s beautiful eyes. “Please… don’t stop,” she said quietly, chest heaving.

Sam: grinned and reached to push her hands back up to her breasts, “Rach…just do what feels right. You don’t have to be embarrassed with me. You’re sexy and powerful. Be sexy, let yourself be that. It’s just us here.” He whispered before smirking and dipping his head again, burying himself between her legs again as his fingers fucked into her faster, his tongue flicking over her clit before he began to suck on it, letting out a moan around it.

Rachel: smiled at Sam, nodding. She licked her lips and let her head fall back again before she was moaning again, her hips pushing against him, letting herself just react to what Sam was doing. Her fingers rolled over her nipples, her eyes closed as she breathed out his name again. It didn’t take much longer before she was nearly panting, her body tensing up, back arching off the mattress as her orgasm took over. She felt it through her entire body, unable to stop herself from crying out, “Fuck! Sam!”

Sam: was lost in his head, his tongue and fingers working in unison to get her off, he was a one track mind for the moment, focused and driven until he felt her body change groaning as he tasted it and lapping up her cum as she came, staying with her body even as she cursed until she finished and he pulled away, his finger coming to his mouth as he licked it clean and stared at her. He felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Proud of himself for making her come, aroused by the way the word fuck rolled off her lips so effortlessly. He wasn’t aware of how affected he was by Rachel until that moment and he crawled over her and kissed her deeply, his hands moving to free himself of his pants and boxers, pushing them off and kicking them off the bed before he broke the kiss and straddled above her. He held his cock in his hand before pausing and rolling off her to the side of the bed and opening his nightstand drawer grabbing and condom before he turned back to her, “You want this…right?” He breathed, getting her permission one last time.

Rachel: watched Sam lick his fingers, unable to look away, also unable to move. Or speak. Her hands hand fallen onto the bed, but the moment Sam kissed her, it was as though a fire was ignited in her again. She kissed him back passionately as he removed his pants, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. What if he didn’t like having sex with her? She was much more confident after the whole thing with Brody, but that didn’t keep the butterflies in her stomach away as she watched him grab his dick in his own hand. SHe couldn’t form words at the moment, so she nodded enthusiastically, hand slipping around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. “Please?” she finally breathed against his lips.

Sam: groaned into their kiss and nodded, “Yeah.” He breathed and opened the condom, tossing the wrapper carelessly away before her rolled the condom onto his dick and hissed, “Fuck…” He whispered, unable to contain his arousal any longer, “I’ve wanted this for so long Rachel.” He whispered, positioning himself over her, his chest heaving in a few heavy breathed before he grabbed his cock her guided it into her, breaching her slowly before looking up to her face for reaction. After a brief moment of study he pushed all the way in and moaned, “Oh god.” He breathed and let his jaw drop open, bringing his forehead to meet hers, “You feel so good.”

Rachel: another soft whimper as she watched Sam. He was /really/ affecting her in the best of ways. She smiled at him as he positioned himself, nodding again, completely unable to form a sentence. “/Oh/,” she sighed as he pushed into her, eyes closing. “So good,” she finally repeated, her own jaw dropping open as well. “Sam,” she moaned. “/Please/…” she finally opened her eyes, looking at Sam so close. She remembered one of many conversations she’d had with Brody, and she’d already said it once, so it couldn’t hurt right? Besides, Sam said it, too. She let her eyes fall to his lips, kissing him deeply before she breathed against his lips. “Sam? …..fuck me.”

Sam: ’s eyes smoldered as she spoke and after a grunt he moved, his hips rolling, grinding into her quickly as he looked down to watch his dick fucking into her hard. Everything felt surreal but amazing, “Oh Rachel you’re so precious. I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He muttered and let his eyes flick back up to her face, “Fuck…” He groaned and stopped for long enough to flip them over so he lay on his back, “Ride my dick baby.” He breathed, looking up at her, his hands sliding up her body to grab her breast, thumbs brushing across her nipples, his mouth still hanging open as he breath out heavy, lustful breaths, his gaze on her eyes intense.

Rachel: let out a cry as Sam fucked into her. She moaned, much louder than she had intended, but she was already too far gone to care. The only thing that mattered in the entire world right now was Sam and her. She almost laughed as he flipped them, and she /needed/ to keep going. Letting her body take over, she placed her hands on Sam's abs and rolled her hips quickly, needing that friction. Rachel moaned and sat all the way up, hips still rolling, loving the way Sam's hands felt on her. "God, Sam..." she moaned loudly again, hips moving desperately against Sam's.

Sam: grinned and bucked his hips to meet Rachel's, "You're gorgeous oh my god fuck everything." He laughed and dropped his hands to her hips as his hips met her and he grunted each time he thrust deep into her body.

Rachel: whined and moaned, surprised at how quickly the feeling was building up in her body again. The moment he moved to meet her thrusts, though, he hit /that/ spot, making her cry out again. "Sam... harder," she whimpered out, falling forward a little, hands on his chest.

Sam: smirked and bucked into her roughly, grunted a few times before he rolled again, pulling out and bringing her to her knees, her back to him as he moaned and grabbed onto her hips, using a hand to guide his cock to her before he slammed into her with a growl and pulled his arms around her waist as his body move fast and hard against her.

Rachel: let Sam do whatever he wanted to her. She was completely his by this point. Rolling onto her knees, she was already whimpering when Sam filled her up again. Letting out cries with almost every thrust, Rachel's fingers twisted in the sheets under her, her face against the bed. "Oh, Sam!" she moaned, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm this time, his name on her lips over and over. She relaxed against the bed more, looking back at Sam, moaning again, as aftershocks of her orgasm rolled over her in tiny waves.

Sam: moaned and breathed hard against her back leaving a trail of kissed up her spine before he gave one last hard thrust and came, "Rachel...Berry." He breathed and closed his eyes, pulling her back against his body, his arms pulling around her tightly as he kissed her shoulder.

Rachel: hummed and snuggled against him. "Mmm... Sam... Evans," he smiled, eyes closing as she relaxed against him. "Sam... that was... completely and /utterly/ amazing from start to finish," she sighed with a small giggle.

Sam: laughed gently as he came down from his orgasm and relaxed into her, pulling out as she spoke and letting her go to pull off the condom and drop it into the trash can beside the bed, "Yeah...we do that really good together." He grinned and moved to lay on the bed, looking up at her before he opened his arms for her to snuggle up against him and kissed the top of her head.

Rachel: let out a small whimper when he pulled out. "Really well," she corrected, stopping to laugh. "I'm sorry... it's a habit..." She snuggled into him, nuzzling her nose against his with a soft laugh, tangling their legs together. "Thank you for being so patient with me, Sam. It shows incredible dedication and loyalty to me, which is very important to me," she said quietly.

Sam: smiled and pulled her close, "I am dedicated and loyal to you. I care about you so deeply Rachel. I really do think you're an incredible woman." He spoke softly and smiled, "You know I'd wait as long as it takes. You're totally worth the wait, by the way."

Rachel: smiled brightly, touching Sam's face with one hand, tucking the other under her head. "You're worth the wait, too," she smiled, blushing and laughing. "I /rarely/ curse like that... you just felt /so good/," she said shaking her head. "I'm a little embarrassed by my reactions, honestly," she admitted quietly, managing to look back up at Sam with wide brown eyes.