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โAnd where did you say you found Black, Miss Weasley? Would you be able to show us?โ The auror holding Regulus Black asked. โWeโll need to take your official statementโthis will cause a bloody mess at the ministry.โ He shuddered, assumingly at the sheer amount of paperwork awaiting him now that a presumed dead man had mysteriously come back to life.
Some instinct deep within Billie rose defensively at the interrogation, anxiety suddenly bubbling in her chest as she found herself caught in Blackโs intense silvery gaze.
Why should she reveal her find to some ministry lackey? It wasย hers.
ย Hers.ย A voice murmured darkly in her mind.ย Her find. Her secret.ย Her fingers twitched in her lap, a dark intoxicating greed overwhelming her.
Rating: Mature
{Regulus Black x Fem!Bill Weasley} {slow burn} {eventual smut}
{enemies to reluctant allies to lovers} {jane eyre gothic vibes}
Other tags: Under the Influence of Horcruxes, Dark Magic, Regulus Black Lives, Family Feels, Protective Siblings, Mystery
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Welcome to a silly little rewrite of the first Seduce Me (the otome)
Follows the same general path of the original game.
Mika is 21 and in her last year of college instead of high school and all the boys have aged up too. These are adults in their early to late twenties.
I love this game but I have some things I wish the story did instead. This is my little rewrite, mostly just Sam's story. Don't take this too seriously. I'm writing this for me and my friends got invested too so I'm sharing!
Enjoy if it's for you and if it's not that's fine too!
Can also be found on AO3 X
Word Count: 2.3k
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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, emotional/physical abuse from parental figures
This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI
Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
Were there clues I didn't see?
invisible strings - Taylor Swift
Chapter 1
Itโs the coldest day in the middle of February when she finds out the news. Sheโs bundled in a comfortable fleece coat, her laptop bag hitting her legs, as she quickly tries to get to the other side of campus for her next class. Her phoneโs been ringing since her last class, sheโs sent every single one to voicemail, but she finally picks up as she navigates the streets to her destination.ย
โHello?โ she answers in a rushed tone.
โIโve been calling you for the past hour! Why didnโt you pick up?โ her motherโs shrill voice shrieks.
Mika stiffens from the tone her mother uses, โYou and dad told me to not answer my phone during classes. So, I didnโt.โ she responds trying to keep her irritation in check.
โNot for emergencies!โ her mother's tone is clipped.
Mika rolls her eyes, emergencies from her mother never are that important. There's a heavy sigh over the phone. She can almost feel the impatience prickling through.
โYour grandfather passed today.โ Her motherโs voice is quieter, but not soft.
Mika stops in her tracks shocked, โWhatโฆ?โ
โYour grandfather died earlier today sweetie. Your father got the call from the hospital.โ Her mother tells her with a practiced ease. As if she wasn't telling her daughter her only grandfather is gone.
โโฆbut he, he was fine. I saw him earlier this week. I was coming over later today for a late lunch.โ Mika responds in disbelief, voice shaky.
โI know you were close to him. Iโm sorry. Your fatherโs already arranging the funeral for-โ
โWas he alone?โ she cuts her mother off, asking in a small voice.
โExcuse me? Say that again honey, youโre too quiet.โ Her motherโs voice feels far away and cold. It's indifferent.
โWas he aloneโฆ was anyone with him when he passed?โ she asks again more frantic.
She's frozen on the sidewalk and she feels like the world should be as well. She knows better though, the world around her moves, people pass her, but sheโs unmoving.
Her world has stopped.ย
โUmโฆโ her mother pauses on the other line, clearly uncomfortable. โYes. He was home alone.โ
ย Mikaโs silent, processing but not really. She thinks sheโs going to be sick.
Her mother clears her throat, โWell, your father is making funeral arrangements for tomorrow or Friday. Whichever he can get first.โ
โโฆWhat? Does anyone else know? Thatโs not enough time to let people know or even get flowers, or-โ she starts spiraling, anger filling her body.
โYour father doesnโt want any of that.โ Her mother cuts her off. โHe wants a simple and short funeral service thatโs family only.โ
Her mouth hangs open in shock, โMom you canโt be serious?" her tone is laced in rage.
"Grandpa never wanted a small funeral service and I know he would want his company board members there, he loved them!โ Mikaโs pacing the courtyard sheโs in. She wants to yell into the sky and at her parents.
โHoney your father is handling it. You donโt need to worry about it at all.โ Her mother dismisses her.
โThatโs not-โ Sheโs raising her voice but stops. She takes a deep breath, her irritation rising. โThatโs not what I mean. Iโm saying that he is not doing anything grandpa wanted and itโs wrong!โ she tries emphasizes. Sheโs pleading for her mother to understand.
She can almost feel her mother rolling her eyes, โHoney itโs fine. If your grandfather cared about his funeral it would have been in the will. Anyways his executor of estate will be there to go over it with us.โ her mother doesn't hide the exhaustion in her voice, as if explaining this is so much work for her.
Mika is shaking. She bites her tongue knowing better than to argue.
โAnyway, go to class and come home. Weโll let you know if you need to go to your classes tomorrow or not. Iโll see you tonight.โ
No love you or goodbyes and her mother hangs up the phone.
โLike hell Iโm going to class after thatโฆโ she mumbles to herself and shoves her phone in her pocket.
Mika looks around noticing sheโs alone in the quad. The cold keeping people inside and most classes have already started. She sighs and pulls at her hair in frustration. She decides to go on a walk. She needs to be alone.
She walks briskly to her car and throws her bag inside of it. She shoves headphones in and walks into the biting cold of her university streets. She shoves her hands in her pockets but if offers no warmth, sheโs already numb.
When itโs time for her to go home she goes straight to her room. Her mother and father arenโt home yet and she wants them to stay out. She doesnโt want to talk to anyone.
She locks her door and just lays on her bed. She silently cries, trying to not make any noise, and clinging to her pillow. She stays like that for hours.
Mika wasnโt close with her grandfather growing up but during high school and college, it was all her parents could do to stop her from moving in with him. Her father and him have never gotten along. Her father tried to keep Mika away as a kid. She still saw him, but only during holidays as a kid. She doesnโt know why her father hates him so much, but her grandfather never discussed it with her either.
She does know that her grandfather would never want her father handling his affairs.
Someone knocks on her door and she ignores it. Her lights are off and sheโs been laying in her bed disassociating for hours. Theyโll think sheโs asleep.
โMika?โ itโs her father, in his cold tone of voice.
She rolls over. And pulls her covers up more. Her doors locked, but he has a key.
โI know youโre in there, your cars parked outside.โ He tries to lighten his tone, but she hears the underlying anger. She curls into herself and closes her eyes, hoping heโll think sheโs asleep.
He comes in and sees her under the covers, he pauses for two seconds before leaving. Quietly shutting her door.
She sighs in relief and the tension leaves her shoulders. She relaxes into her bed and genuinely tries to go to sleep.
Friday morning sheโs standing in freezing rain watching strangers lower her grandfather into a grave. She grips the umbrella with icy hands and her tears go unnoticed as they wash away with the rain.
They start piling the dirt in and she canโt watch. Mika turns away and walks a few paces away.
She doesnโt make it far before lawyers are in front of her unloading information onto her.
โMiss Anderson we are your grandfatherโs lawyers, we are here as the executors of estate.โ One of the men tell her.
Sheโs cold, wet, and numb as these men look at her with pity. Her father interrupts before they can continue to talk to her.
โYou donโt need to consult my daughter about my fatherโs affairs. Please only discuss them with me. That's why I asked you to come.โ He tells the men in a harsh tone. His hand is placed on her shoulder and her fathers grip is tight. It's not reassuring.ย
One of them lifts his brow at her father, โWe need to discuss this in an office and it surely does only involve Miss Anderson. Iโm the executor of the estate.โ
Her fathers face goes red. He silently marches along and storms into the car. Her mother pauses, looks at her for a second to debate if her daughter is more important than the temper tantrum of her husband, before picking him like she always has.
Mika watches her mother briskly walk in heels far too high, through the dirt, to their family car.
โMiss Anderson please come with us, we can give you any ride you need. We must discuss your grandfatherโs will.โ
She nods and follows the men, but sheโs not really listening. Her body moves on its own.
Sheโs silent in the car and once the men lead her into a small office. They ease her into a chair and start going through her grandfatherโs will with her.
โMiss Anderson you are here because your grandfather, Harold Anderson, has left you with all of his belongings, home, and the company Anderson Toysโฆโ
She hears the lawyers talking to her, she does, but it washes away in her head after the first sentence.
Her headโs spinning with questions, mostly why.
She doesnโt understand why she is being given literally everything her grandfather built and made, and not her father. Did they hate each other that much?
She starts to panic slightly thinking about her father, he was going to kill her.
His own father didnโt leave him a single thingโฆ it all went to her, including passing down the CEO position of the company. She doesnโt even want to be a part of this company.
She doesnโt want to go home, not when she knows heโll be there, waiting.
โMiss Anderson do you understand?โ One of the lawyers speaks to her, breaking her chain of thought.
โUh, yeah. I guess.โ She mumbles.
One of them sighs, โWeโll give you a hard copy explaining everything. For now, we can give you the keys to his estate as well as his cards and bank account information. Youโll have to go to those banks in person to become the new account holder, but it should go over smoothly with the documents we give you.โ
She nods her head, but still isnโt paying attention to them. They put the documents in her hands and escort her back to a vehicle to take her home.
Sheโd give anything to not have to walk into that house.
She takes a deep breath before she opens the door. Hoping her parents arenโt home. She closes the door quietly behind her, but itโs too late. Her father emerges from the dining room arms crossed with a furious glare on his face.
โSo, whatโs the verdict? Oh, chosen one.โ He asks her mockingly. Her mother is nowhere to be found, not that she would help.
Mika flinches in response. She avoids her fatherโs furious gaze.
โWhy do you even care? Does it even matter?โ she sighs, already feeling defeated and just wishing to go to bed already. Even if it's only early afternoon.
โDonโt use that tone with me young lady. You still live under my roof.โ He tells her sternly.
Anger fills Mikaโs body. Sheโs tired, furious, and honestly sick of her father.
โIโm exhausted and I would like to go to bed, so if you donโt mind, Iโm going to my room.โ She tries to stomp past him to the stairs but he blocks her.
โExcuse me? I am your father, do not disrespect me in my home! Youโre not going anywhere until you show me those documents!โ heโs shouting at her now.
Mikaโs mother finally shows herself, she comes around the corner and stops. Sheโs staring at the two of them, looking spent but refusing to help. Her cold eyes almost look through her daughter. Like sheโs transparent.
She flinches back, but keeps her glare steady, โI donโt have to show you shit. Newsflash, he left me everything. Point blank. There is nothing in these documents that mention you or are for you.โ She spits out in venom.
His face darkens and he steps towards Mika, โGive. Me. Those. Documents. Now.โ He hisses out towards her.
โWhy? Why should I? Like I said there is nothing in here for you. Donโt act like you suddenly care about Grandpa when all you did was keep him away from me for years!โ Mikaโs yelling at him with as much hate that she can muster. Her grip on the document folder tight, afraid heโll reach for them.
โYou did not know him!โ his voice raises to match hers and she can see his veins popping out.
โAnd whose fault is that?!โ she replies, face twisted in anguish.
โMika please.โ Her mother huffs in exasperation and arms crossed.
She whips her head to look at her mother in disbelief.
โYou didnโt know a damn thing about that man or what he was capable of! Do not talk to me as if you knew him!โ her father gets her attention back by shoving a finger in her face. His face is twisted in rage and red as a tomato.
โAt least Grandpa loved me and cared about what I even want to do with my life! You never have supported any interest of mine outside of the toy company!โ Mikaโs eyes are tearing up, the grief in her heart wells up almost vomits out of her at a veracity she canโt control or hold on to anymore.
Her father matches her in this emotional warfare and she is unprepared as his hand comes into contact with her face. He slaps her.
Itโs enough to send her a step or two back from the force and the shock.
โDonโt you ever talk to me like that when I feed you and put a roof over your head.โ His voice is low and calm, but the untold threat is there. If she doesnโt comply heโll do more than just a slap.
She looks over to her mother for help and sees her turn her back and walk back to the other room in silence.
She holds her cheek and glares daggers at the man before her, โFine. Then you wonโt have to provide those things for me anymore. Iโm leaving.โ
She shoves past him to walk up the stairs, his voice follows, โWhere will you go?โ heโs scoffing at her, โYou have no money!โ
She turns around to face him, standing above him now, โDonโt you know?โ she asks in a mocking tone, โI have a mansion and plenty of money now. The state and the company are mine!โ she laughs coldly at him. โYou finally got what you wanted, me to be apart of the company. Follow the โfamily businessโ, right?โ
Her fathers face pales before heโs screaming, veins in his neck popping, โUngrateful brat! Rot in that house like he did!โ
She slams her bedroom door and starts shoving her things into bags. The sooner she can leave the better.
She grabs everything she knows she wants to take and the rest is just things being thrown together. Itโs a mess, she leaves behind more than she would like.
She never plans to set foot in this house again.
As she rushes down to throw her things in her car, she passes her mother near the door, who just stares at her. Her mothers silence is more than enough. Mika knows where her mother stands, and it was never by her side. Not once in her twenty one years.
Mika slams the door and hopes it cracks as she storms to her car.
Dear, sweet, Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley?ย ย I guess so. But why do I have to know if youโre going to be with me? Iโll be with you. Even if you canโt see me. What do you mean I canโt see you? I can always see you.
#Childrenโs media used to be about making you feel the entire depth and breadth of the human emotional spectrum#All while your 7 y/o brain struggled to make sense of if all. But it was like an emotional vaccine#Comprehending loss at that age didnโt make it any easier to bear with age. But atleast it was familiar (conserving these tags by @jonairadreaming because yes)
Rashida Tlaib has set up a petition to send to the White House to recognize and stop the ethnic cleansing and forced displacement happening in Gaza. If youโre a US citizen please sign. I have no illusions that this will change policy, but the public outcry against their actions must continue. We will not be distracted or discouraged from continuing to object to these humans rights violations.
Wdym Sam's a police officer in canon?? Not in my world. He's literally an assassin who kills devils wdym??
"Come on, why not?! We'll be fine!" Sam said with a glare toward James.
"Sam, what don't you understand about what I'm saying? It's illegal." The man in question murmured in exhasperation.
They'd all agreed earlier that they'd all go out to a bar, but then, Sam had to ruin it by reminding his brothers that they couldn't really get drunk off human alcohol. So now, he was trying to convince James to let himself and Erik go out to a Demon Black Market to buy demon alcohol.
"Illegal?! Who's gonna stop me?! You? The human police?" Sam grinned at the thought.
Erik backed him up by saying, "Honestly, he's right! We'll be fine! We won't even be out for long. Sam did say that his friend has something to do with organising the market."
James glared at him as he sat on the bed. He was honestly just glad that the other three were busy getting ready, or else Matthew and Mika would be begging to join them on their trip.
"Yeah! Come on, it'll be fine! You know you want to, you can't get drunk off human alcohol. You want to get drunk. I know where to get real alcohol. I think we have a pretty fucking obvious solution here." Sam pointed out, crossing his arms as he grinned.
James huffed...Sam did have a point. It had been a while since he was drunk.
"...if I Iet you two go..." James started, but then stopped as Erik instantly stood up from the bed in excitement. Erik blushed slightly and sat back down as the other two stared at him.
"...if you two go, make sure you're both back soon. Do not get into any trouble," he casted a pointed look at Sam,"...don't buy too much. And when you two come back, do not and I mean do not..." He glared at the both of them this time, his agitated look lingering on Sam, "...give any to Mika. Ok?"
Sam deflated slightly as he tried to defend his secret idea of letting Mika try some, but was instantly shut down at his glare.
"...fine!" Sam acquised, quickly throwing on his shoes as Erik got up from the bed again.
"We'll be back soon, I swear! Mika won't even know we're gone!" Erik yelled as he pushed Sam out the door, secretly swiping James's wallet as they left, unbeknownst to him.
Mika sat down on Matthew's bed as she reviewed her outfits.
"Purple or pink?" She asked Damien as he sat on his own bed. He walked over and glanced at the nearly identical, short dresses.
"...purple. Definitely the purple one."
Mika eyed the unworn lavender dress. It would look nice...
"You think?"
"Mhm...it'll look good, purple's definitely your color."
She giggled slightly, remembering how Sam threw a black dress out of her suitcase before they left, and threw the purple one in in its place. Would he...?
Mika blushed as she try to hide her thoughts of Sam complimenting her from Damien.
He giggled,"...I'm sure Sam will like it too. He probably put in it for a reason..."
Mika blushed harder and lightly smacked Damien on the shoulder as Matthew walked in from the bathroom, finished with his shower. He walked over to the bed and realised that they were comparing dresses.
"Hmm... definitely the purple!"
Mika nodded as she picked up the purple dress and went to go and try it on in the bathroom.
"...did you pick that one knowing that Sam liked it?" Matthew questioned
Mika sat in her and Sam's room, finishing up her make-up as she waited for him to come back. As she heard laughter and unserious arguments coming from down the hall, she knew he was back though.
"...no I promise you, she liked me! Don't you have her number?"
"You're embarrassing yourself!" Sam yelled as he closed the door with a toothy grin on his face, holding a plastic bag.
"Oh...hey," he murmured staring at her, "'s that the dress I picked for you?"
Suddenly slightly self-conscious at his staring, she returned back to doing her makeup.
"Oh, um, yeah...you like it?"
The atmosphere in the room went quieter as he walked over and took the make-up brush out of her hand and placed one of his hands on her hip. She gasped as he pulled her towards him, his lips resting on the crook between her shoulder and neck.
Was that...alcohol? Fruit?
"What is that...? You smell...funny. Good, but still." She questioned.
He chuckled in reply, "Don't worry about it, pretty..."
He trailed off as he teasingly bit into her exposed shoulder. She shivered as he laughed gently again and tilted her head towards his by using the make-up brush. Their lips were barely separated, only a centimetre of space between them, when she began to notice the smell of sweet alcohol on his breath.
"Sam...are you drunk?" She whispered hotly into his lips.
He pulled his eyes up from her now extra prominent cleavage and giggled...fuck, he was glad he threw that dress into her suitcase.
She looked down slightly to follow where he was looking, when he brought her face back to his by tilting her chin up with the make-up brush.
"'just pre-drinks...bought some while you were getting ready," he smirked cheekily at her, "...you wanna try some?"
She bit her lip in amusement at his confession. She'd seen tipsy, face flushed Sam, but never flat-out hammered Sam. She was getting more and more excited for tonight by the second.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his lips finally onto hers, gently kissing him. He grabbed her hips and chucked her make-up brush over his shoulder.
She pulled her face away from his with a exclamation of annoyance, "mff- what the hell?! If you break my brush, Sam, I swear-"
She was interrupted when he forced his lips onto hers roughly, effectively shutting her up. He grinned into the kiss as he lifted one hand up to the nape of her neck, carefully maneuvering past her delicately curled long hair, knowing that she'd be happy with him for it.
He groaned as she moved her tongue onto his own, seemingly forgetting about her make-up brush. She laved her tongue around his mouth, tasting sweet and fruity alcohol in his mouth.
What the hell was that? It was good...
She slowly pulled away and panted for breath, even though they were still connected by a string of saliva. He looked at her hotly like he was about to pounce on her, until she started giggling.
She pulled away as her laughter got stronger and she looked around for her phone.
"Wait, wait! Stay still!" She looked at him with a feral grin as she shoved a camera into his face.
He stumbled away slightly as he giggled with her, the alcohol in him making him laugh along and pose for the picture she was taking, pouting his lips.
After a bright flash she pulled her camera away, cackling like a mad woman.
"What?! Let me see!"
She shoved the phone into his chest with a gentle shove as she curled over laughing.
"Shit...! Didn't know you looked so good in make-up, Sam!"
He took one look at the photo of him with lip gloss smudged messily around his lip, making him look like he was the one who put it on, before instantly rushing over to her make-up bag.
"Fuck...take your fucking lip gloss off if you wanna make out!" He yelled jokingly at her while searching for her make-up wipes.
She was too busying trying to hold herself up in her high heels while dying of laughter to reply. He found her make-up wipes and instantly began wiping the stuff off his face.
Her giggles finally quietened down as she dried the years coming from her eyes, trying not to smudge her eyeliner. It wasn't often she went out looking this good, after all.
As he was busy wiping the lip gloss off his face, Mika sauntered over to the plastic bag he carried in with him and peeked inside. There were quite a few bottles inside already, one of them in particular already half finished. She picked it up, confused.
"...can't even read the label of this stuff. What is this?" She asked.
He looked at her deadpanned before turning back to the mess on his mouth.
"...'looking at me like I know how to read, doofus."
He was too busy looking at himself in the mirror to notice that she was already holding the bottle between her lips, letting the fruity tasting alcohol flow into her mouth.
He only started paying attention when heard her grunt and pull the bottle away from her lips.
"...mmm! This is really good, actually! What is this?"
...
"I...it's the drinks me and Erik bought..."
"What is this? It's like the label's in a different language..."
"...it's one of the drinks I wasn't allowed to give you...cuz it's...demon alcohol, y'know?"
She paused at looked at him, the two of them staring at eachother. They looked at eachother for a bit before breaking into laughter again. He walked over and grabbed the bottle from her hands, before taking a swig and putting it back into the bag.
"...just, stay away from James tonight, 'k?" He asked, giggling slightly and kissing her on the head.
"You got it."
She smirked as she walked over to the mirror again and reapplied her lip gloss, making Sam blush slightly.
As it turns out, Mika could not stay away from James, due to the fact that she was very clingy when she was drunk.
By the time they'd reached their third bar, Sam was beginning to...feel stuff... because of the attention James was getting.
They were holding arms the entire way up, talking and laughing, not drunk but just tipsy.
And Sam felt like he was left all by himself to make fun of Matthew and drink. She didn't even notice how cool he looked taking shots!
But he was saved when they reached the bar, and James said he was going back to the hotel, much to Mika's protest. Matthew surprisingly joined him and said he was gonna go back too.
She booed them as they walked off. Sam, Damien, Erik and Mika walked in and sat down, Sam secretly making sure that he was sitting beside Mika this time.
They quickly ordered shots and threw them back, Erik and Sam doing great, Mika and Damien not so much.
Sam laughed as he had to hit Mika on the back to stop her coughing fit. As she coughed one last time she giggled slightly and leaned weakly into his chest with a grin on her face. He leaned back to give her more space and even wrapped an arm around her, not really caring about how conspicuous they looked. They were drunk after all! They didn't mean to be wrapped around eachother like this!
...fuck, he was definitely starting to get fucking hammered...
After a while of talking and drinking to colorful lights and loud music, Mika decided she wanted to dance.
What Sam didn't expect though was for her to pull on his hand, trying to pull him up so he'd dance with her.
"Come on!"
When she was trying to pull his hand closer, she was using both of her hands, inadvertently making her use her arms too and pull them close together, making her cleavage especially prominent.
"...fine! But only because I'm in a good mood!"
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders quickly and pushed her chest against him, giving him an elated hug, before quickly running off with him in hand to the dance floor.
Yeah, good mood, Sam thought.
As they got onto the packed dancefloor, Sam realised why she wanted to dance. Their song was playing.
Mika started cackling as Sam realised the song that was playing. He always pretended that he hated dancing along to it and that he didn't know the words. But now, as the both of them were dancing and singing energetically to the blaring lights, she knew it was a lie.
He pulled her close and his hips dragged against her ass as she giggled.
Fuck...they'd never done this in the dance before.
He wrapped an arm around her hips strongly and she bit her lip as he ground himself into her. What he was doing wasn't even that pleasurable, it was just the thought of him putting his hands in her in front of so many people, something he would usually be far too embarrassed to do.
She gasped as she felt the loss of his body warmth as he spun her around. The lights swirled around her as she was yanked back into his chest. She was staring up at him with a flushed face and gasping.
He was looking down at her with a dark look, until it faded away as she dissolved into giggles.
At this point the song turned into another and she wasn't in a dancing mood anymore. She looked up at him again as people danced around them to a now slower and sexier song, grinding against each other with hot looks, just like them.
She looked into his eyes and bit her lip bashfully. As he looked back at her his breath caught in his throat as she looked up at him.
He couldn't help but kiss her.
He pressed his lips against hers hotly as he gently grabbed the arms wrapped around his shoulders, sliding his hands down her body and feeling her up. He accidentally started his enthrallment just a tiny bit due to the alcohol in his blood, making him unable too think properly.
As he squeezed at her thighs and ass, she squeaked and pulled her lips off of his. He seen her lips mumble something but he was unable to hear her due to booming music.
"...what?!"
She didn't reply, simply leaning her head against his chest. She didn't really seem...into this anymore.
He gently held her cheek and forced her to look up, feeling her shaking hands and looking into her slightly crazed eyes.
He inhaled as he realised he was currently enthralling her, and turned it off, gently grabbing her wrist and manuevering the people around them to let them outside.
As she took a step outside, she instantly inhaled in the cold night air.
He gently led her over to rest against the wall, knowing that she needed some space.
"Shit...Mika you ok?"
She breathed deeply again and looked up at him again before chuckling.
"Ha...yeah...just a lot, y'know...? 'don't think I've ever been this drunk before!"
Sam breathed a sigh of relief and leaned beside her against the rough wall and giggled.
"Shit...you scared me! You humans are so...confusing!"
She chuckled loudly, "I'm confusing? You're confusing! I never understand what your saying half the time! You always say one thing but mean the other. You demons are the confusing ones,"
He scoffed as she leaned against him.
"You're confusing! You were the one who was looking at James with your...your 'fuck-me' eyes earlier!"
"My 'fuck-me' eyes?!"
"Yes! Your 'fuck-me' eyes!"
She gave an exhasperated giggle, "Please! I'm so drunk right now I could give James my 'I hate you' eyes and I wouldn't even notice!"
"You see, that's where I get confused, I know nothing about your 'I hate you' eyes, you're always too busy giving me your 'fuck me' eyes." He said slyly, making her blush and scoff at him.
He smirked slightly as he looked at her trying to catch her breath with a flushed face. Was that what she would look like if...?
He grinned toothily, knowing that he got her. He mocked her scoff with a fake one of his own, making her push him on the shoulder.
He chuckled as he stumbled slightly and walked back to beside her. She smiled and relaxed, looking up at the stars.
He followed her gaze and looked up at the clear sky. He didn't think it was as nice of a view as the one back at the mansion (mostly due to the alcohol making him unable to properly focus), and he returned his gaze to the best view.
Her jawline was extra prominent as she looked up into the sky, showing off her slightly glistening, creamy neck. He looked at the rare, small freckles that dotted her shoulders, now extra visible. Her freckles always seemed to stand out in the summer. The moonlight was hitting her just right to give her a pretty glow.
Shit, when the hell did she become his best view?
Not like he was complaining, but still...she was just like early morning sunrises, despite the fact that she was his moon, just like how he wanted to be her sun.
...what?
He shook his head at his stupid drunk thoughts.
"You ready to go back in?" He questioned, trying to hide his embarrassed blush.
She was broken out of her stupor at his voice,"Oh! Mhm...can we leave soon though? It's getting pretty late..."
He agreed and lead her back inside, his hand resting against the small of her back. They went back to their table, finding Damien and Erik talking to a man who was sandwiched between the two of them, looking very flustered.
Sam and Mika looked at eachother and walked up to them, slightly interrupting the conversation.
"Oh hi! Are you two back from dancing?" Erik asked them, clearly too occupied to notice they were gone. Damien barely even glanced at them, too busy murmuring something to the attractive man between them, making him giggle like a school girl.
"...yeah, sure. Anyway, we're gonna go soon, Mika's about to fall asleep." Sam replied, averting his eyes from...whatever Damien was telling the man.
Mika was about to protest about her falling asleep, but quickly shut her mouth and blushed as a slight yawn came from her.
The three of them giggled as Sam sat down again. Mika was about to sit down too, when she realised that the man who was now talking to Erik again had taken her seat. He looked too into his conversation for Mika to ask for it back without feeling rude, and she didn't want to get between her two friends from doing...whatever they were going to do with that man.
She murmured something to Sam about finding another chair, when she felt his rough, calloused hand wrapping around her wrist and dragging her into his lap. She was sitting sideways in his lap, not straddling him yet.
She gasped as he let out a laugh at her shocked face, looking to the other three, finding them grinning at her slyly, but otherwise preoccupied.
Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and murmured in her ear, "No need."
She felt his laugh rumble in his chest as she blushed slightly, but still wrapped her arms around his neck in response.
They'd definitely had too much to drink.
He murmured into her ear, "How 'bout one more drink, then we'll head?"
She giggled slightly and nodded into his neck. She was about to get up to go and get said drinks, when Sam tightening the arms around her waist. She looked at him confused, before he looked away towards the bartender, who was quite a bit away. She gasped as she saw his eyes glow slightly gold.
However, it could've just been a coincidence that his eyes glowed, the lights were flashing after all, and it could've also been a coincidence that the bartender in question thought they might've needed a drink and brought the exact ones they wanted to them. Who knows?
She smiled and blushed at his attentiveness to her favourite drink. It was the small things for him.
She gently kissed over his pulse before leaning out of his neck and sipping her drink. He blushed and squeezed her waist even tighter appreciatevely.
They had light conversation, giving each other wide-eyed looks over the facial expressions the unknown man was making in response to some of the things Erik and Damien were whispering to him.
Their drinks were finished quicker than they expected and Sam considered getting more, until he seen the hazy look on Mika's face that he didn't think was just from her sitting on his lap.
He gently squeezed her hips before standing up and setting her down on his seat before going over to the bartender to pay. She let him leave without protest, which was unusual from her, but Sam reasoned it was simply due to how tired she was right now.
After he paid he walked back to their table to see her resting her head on her hand tiredly. He chuckled and gently rested his hand on her head, ruffling her hair as she startled.
Yeah, she was done.
Sam smirked and hauled her up by her hand, not letting go until they made their way out of the club. Mika let out a sigh of relief.
She gave him a tired grin and said goodbye to Damien and Erik, the two of them barely glancing at them before returning their gazes to the man between them hungrily, looking like they were going to pounce on him.
"...fuck...feel pretty bad for that man." She mumbled, walking slowly.
Sam huffed out a laugh, "As long as they don't bring him back to the hotel and wake me up, I'm fine."
She giggled tiredly. Sam stopped though as he heard a small, hidden hiss come from her.
"Hey...is your hangover getting to you already?" He joked. She smiled slightly before replying.
"These heels are fucking killing me...how far is the hotel?"
Sam looked down at her in concern, seeing the tired, pained expression in her face.
Shit. He'd definitely kept her out for too long.
He couldn't stand seeing his girl in pain.
"...Are they too small? Or do they just hurt from walking?"
She leaned into him, "God...both, I think? They were the only ones that went with this dress. 'dunno what size they are..."
Sam looked around, seeing a bench beside them. He gently lead her over to it and sat her down, even though it wasn't hard to get her to sit as she nearly threw herself down in relief. He petted her hair and got down on his knees on the sidewalk, kneeling in front of her.
He gently grabbed her heel and tilted her foot up, searching for the buckle on the heel.
"...you mind if I take some energy? Promise I won't go too far." He questioned quietly.
She looked down at him, confused, before eventually nodding and murmuring her approval. He felt her energy building up all through the night and now, it was coming to a high at seeing him on his knees for her.
He chuckled slightly and closed his eyes as he grabbed her hand and lovingly kissed over it, making small bites and licking over them. He slowly took her energy, not trusting himself to not take too much if he went too fast.
He lowered her hand gently, before reaching down and stroking her calf and kissing lightly over her kneecaps, now fed with energy.
He continued kissing over her kneecaps as he gently lowered his hands to the buckles on her heels, and gently took them off as she sat back, amused.
He took them off and kissed her legs one last time before sitting up beside her on the bench. She looked at him with a grateful, but tired look.
"That's great and all Sam, but how am I gonna get back to the hotel?"
"My back." He replied, stroking her arms.
"...Sam, you're not carrying me all the way to the fucking hotel on your back."
"Who's gonna stop me? The police?" He grinned, remembering his conversation with James earlier.
"Y-you can't...Sam, I'm too heavy!"
He gave her a deadpanned look before scoffing and taking his hoodie off, leaving him in a tight compression shirt, and he wrapped it around her waist.
"Either keep it on your waist or put it on, you might get cold." He murmured before promptly grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around him, and picking her up so that she was forced to wrap her arms around his neck from behind.
"Sam!" She shrieked and giggled, pressing herself against him.
He chuckled as he stood up from the bench and quickly swiped her heels, carrying them along with her.
"See! You're fine!" He replied teasingly as he began walking.
As she laughed sweetly, he couldn't help but praise himself for taking off his hoodie, as now he was probably blushing from head to toe.
Mika groaned as she was dropped onto the bed, stretching slightly and cracking her joints into place.
Sam smiled at her before dropping her heels down to the ground, and laying down beside her, wrapping his arms around her an burrowing his head in her neck, smelling her hair and sliding his shoes off.
She curled into him and wrapped a leg around his waist.
"Mm...thank you for carrying me..."
"Don't sweat it, just don't remind me when I'm sober, I'll get embarrassed."
She chuckled quietly, gently kissing and nuzzling into him. He blushed as he wrapped his arms around her.
...Around the pretty, tight and probably very uncomfortable lavender dress.
"Mika...up. Now."
She startled from the sleep she was falling into, "Hmm?! Mhm...?"
"Take your dress off, it's too tight."
"Sam...not in the mood...too tired..."
"What? No! No! I'm not...ugh!"
He sat up and hauled up with him, much to her protest.
"Just...go...and take your dress off, you're gonna hate yourself in the morning if you wake up with a full face of make-up on and still wearing that dress."
She grumbled and cursed at him before sitting up with a grunt, knowing he was right.
"Ugh...just don't look, 'k?"
He blushed slightly as he had to turn away quickly as she began to strip from her dress and underwear and looked for her pyjamas. Once she threw on a pair of shorts and his hoodie, she stumbled over to the make-up wipes Sam had used on his now flushed lips earlier, and threw them at him before crawling back onto the bed, leaving a mess in her wake.
He startled slightly as his composure from staring at the wall broke as the wipes hit his head. He turned round with a glare as she sat down against the pillows, noticing the slight pained expression still there from walking around.
His glare faded as she began taking off the make-up. He moved down to her ankles.
"...your feet still hurt?"
"Ehh...just when I walk, thanks."
Neither of them commented on how he began massaging her feet as she took her make-up off. She simply looked at him and chuckled as she smiled, silently thanking him.
"...hold still for me."
When she finished taking off the make-up, he let go of her feet, listening to her groan of relaxation.
He smiled at her as he took in her drop in energy...fuck...this night really took it out of her. He smiled at her before gently picking her up again and bringing her into the bathroom. He let her down slowly, making sure she was okay with walking before leaving the bathroom to get changed.
He threw on a pair of sweatpants and shrugged off his shirt as he heard the door open to her brushing her teeth. He followed her in and picked up his own toothbrush, standing beside her as she tiredly leaned onto him.
Once they finished up, she gently turned him around to face her and she wrapped her arms around him, playing and scratching at his hair as he wrap his arms tightly around her waist. He gently picked her up by her thighs again and carried her to the bed as she giggled.
He placed her under the covers and climbed in with her, resting his head on top of hers and gently kissing it.
"Ngh...'should get you drunk more often, Sam... you're so much nicer..." She murmured jokingly.
"I am nice..." He mumbled indignantly into her hair.
They both giggled as they closed their eyes and soon fell asleep.
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It wasn't unusual for Sam to get frustrated. He got frustrated at a lot of things, from things like Matthew and James, all the way down to the scars on his body. Now that he was in the Human World, he was able to discover new things to get annoyed over.
What he doesn't usually get though, is sexually frustrated. But then again, doesn't usually doesn't mean never.
He groggily opened his eyes from hearing a groan come from his own mouth. The groan also making the sexy woman who's arms he was laying in, shift closer towards him, accidentally placing her thigh right on his dick.
Fuck, why didn't they change to two double beds again?
Right, Mika was saying something about how this wasn't any different to sleeping together on a couch, and like some puppy obeying it's master, Sam agreed.
Well, he would argue, he was not used to this at all. He was most definitely not used to having Mika's leg pressed against him, so that every slight movement meant that she was grinding against his now apparently rock hard dick, and, having his face smothered between her barely covered boobs.
Not that I'm really complaining, he thought absentmindedly.
God, all this over a stupid fucking dream. Actually no, scratch that, it was an amazing dream.
It was hard to piece together all the details in his horny, tired mind, but he could vaguely make out the thought of Mika in some fucking idiotic two piece swimsuit, riding his dick and crying out, whimpering about how big he was and how good his cock felt.
He pulled himself back into reality with a grunt when Mika's leg teased against his dick again. Shit, how the fuck was he going to sort this out now?
He looked down to see a small wet patch starting to form on his sweat pants. At this rate he was going to cum in his sweat pants all over her stupid, sexy leg.
Absolutely not. He was not going to that pervert who said that nothing would happen if they shared a bed together, only for her to wake up to him grinding against her like a dog.
He gently lifted his arm that was draped over her hip, now annoyed that he was moving further away from her pretty tits. He sat up gently, resting lazily against the headboard and looking over at her.
It still amazed him sometimes that Mika wasn't a succubus with gorgeous looks like that. Sam's breath hitched when she rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her arm up with a grunt, accidentally placed it on his upper thigh, almost like she was searching for him.
He moved his head backwards, with a groan, shutting his eyes from the thoughts of Mika waking up and him deciding to indulge himself in her, kneeling over her and kissing his way down to her beautiful pussy, then eating her out and drinking her up to the sounds of her moaning and screaming, all the way until they got back to Chicago.
But, he's a respectful person so he wouldn't do that, especially after saying himself that he wanted to take this slowly. Not right now anyway.
Right now though, his dick is pulsing and leaking out more precum every second. He has to move now or else he's going to embarrass himself.
He lowered his head down toward Mika's hand and lifted it slowly and gently, trying hard not to press against the silver bracelet he once bought her, until it met his lips and he kissed it softly, before lowering it back down and walking towards the bathroom in the hotel room.
He walked in and quietly shut the door. He looked into the mirror beside him, before pushing himself against the door, leaning his back against it and looking forward.
The air was colder the bathroom, the air now biting at his skin, making his nipples harden. He ran a hand down his neck and over his chest, letting out a shiver. He started lightly tracing down his abs with his other hand, before beginning to palm himself through his sweat pants, leaning the back of his head against the door and grunting.
After a while of teasing himself, he dragged his hand back up over his v-line and hips, lifting the other one from his chest up to his mouth to silence himself. He was already making too much noise, anymore and he might disturb Mika's long sleep.
He reached down past his waistband to his dick and started stroking himself to the thought of his dream.
He thought about what she would be like during sex. Probably starting off shy and nervous, covering herself up and trying to stop his filthy emerald eyes from worshipping her.
He would have to grab her wrists away from the perky tits she was trying to hide, before lifting them up past her head, leaving her tits open to his leering eyes and hot breath.
Fuck.
He would start by kissing down her arms, slowly making his way to her neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. He'd get to her neck, smelling her sweet, fruity perfume, which was now slightly tinged with her scent. He'd get to her pulse and bite down, feeling the way she'd cry out and shiver from both pain and pleasure, closing her eyes at the feeling of his hot tongue tracing over her.
He started stroking himself faster, dragging his thumb over his tip, making him jerk his hips forward and bite back a moan.
After covering her neck with bite marks and hickeys, he'd make his way onto her boobs. He'd move his hands off her wrists, making sure that she knew not to move them. He'd stare at her tits for a few seconds, trying to take in the holy sight before him. It would inadvertently make her self conscious, however, and she'd look away, still being good enough to keep her hands where he told her though.
He couldn't have that, could he?
He'd drag his hand up to her jawline, now facing away from him, trying to hide herself in her arm, before forcing it back to him. He'd keep his hand there just to be sure, lowering himself back down to her tits.
He wouldn't be able to hold back anymore, and would instantly start biting at one of her nipples. He'd bite down, listening to her whimpering and feeling her squirming against him. He'd lift his free hand up from her hip over to her other neglected tit.
He was brought back from his fantasy at the sound of his own moan, his hand starting to glide even faster due to the precum that was covering his dick. He imagined it being Mika's softer, smaller hand instead of his own large, calloused one.
She would start slowly, trying to cover up her own shyness by teasing him. She'd lift her head into the crook of his neck, lightly lapping at the spot where his neck and shoulder met. He'd force her head back up towards his own, bringing her into a hot and messy kiss.
He could feel himself starting to curl over himself from the pleasure, grunts and moans fighting to find a way past his lips. He could feel his orgasm start to build up inside him, almost like burning hot coals stacking on top of one another.
Just a bit more...
He imagined Mika growing tired of his teasing on her breasts, whimpering that he needs to move lower. After smacking his lips one more time on both her nipples, he'd drag his tongue down her stomach, dipping past her belly button, down to her hot pussy.
She'd squirm and try to close her perfect thick thighs, trying to stop him from devouring her. He'd rip her thighs open, throwing them over his shoulders and laying sloppy kisses on them, before shoving his tongue in through her tight hole, unable to contain himself any longer at the sight of her wetness.
At the thought of tasting her delicious juices, the pile of hot coals in his stomach tipped over, sending him into an orgasmic mess. He arched his back up and bit into his hand, trying to stop his silent scream, almost breaking through skin. He felt his hot, sticky cum squirting up rapidly, almost all the way to his chest.
He felt his eyes close over automatically, nearly even crossing over from the strength of his orgasm. He jerked himself one more time, letting out a whimper as the last of his wet cum came out, make him grunt and pant in overstimulation.
After catching his breath, he opened his eyes to the mess on his body.
Fuck, he cums a lot.
He reached over to the towel rack before grabbing one and lightly wetting it under the water. He lifted it and gently started cleaning over his sensitive body.
After cleaning his upper body, his started softly cleaning his stimulated dick, biting his lips, trying to hide his soft whimpers.
After finishing with the towel, he wet it again before placing it on the rack, starting to wash his hands. He looked into his flushed face in the mirror in front of him, before leaning down and splashing his face with cold water.
After what felt like dunking his face in ice, he walked over to dry his face with a different towel. He walked back towards the mirror, leaning his hands against it and looking it the mirror, checking if he looked normal.
He looked... Good, actually.
Even with the scars littering over his arms and shoulders, he didn't have to focus on them anymore. He look towards the door with a chuckle before walking out.
He was kind of startled to see Mika sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes.
"Oh... Um, hey," he said
"Nghh... Good morning," she replied letting out a stretch.
Sam walked over to open the curtains, but then thought better of it, knowing that Mika would probably see the small wet patch on him and walked back into bed.
"How'd you sleep?" He changed the subject.
"Mm, good, I guess, I thought I heard like, I don't know... groaning, or something."
"What? Oh! Um, no there wasn't any noise, it was probably just you!" He hastily explained, a blush beginning to form on his face again.
Mika knitted her eyebrows, about to reply, when Sam was saved by James knocking on the door, asking if they're up, before telling them to get dressed because they were finally going to go to the beach.
Mika shot out of bed with excitement, completely forgetting about how she woke up, much to Sam's relief.
By the time the six of them had reached the beach, Mika had completely woken up due to laughter.
It was funny, watching the five of them together. She had grown up an only child, and with both her parents being only children, she was completly by herself sometimes.
With no aunts, uncles, cousins or siblings, it was hard finding that familial bond with someone, especially when her father was so strict with her.
That's why she was so appreciative of the boys. Not only did they show her what a real family looks like, but they made her feel like a part of it too.
So when Damien looked like he had a problem, obviously she would be there to try and help him.
"Really, it's nothing," he said," go down to the water with Sam and Matthew. I'm fine."
Right now the two of them were sitting on a large boulder overlooking the sea. Mika was going over to the water with Sam and Matthew, when she noticed Damien looking upset.
"It is something and you know what it is but you just won't tell me, so hurry up so I can make you feel better!" Mika retorted.
After a few moments of him not talking, she began absentmindedly thinking about how quiet he was being.
"I'm always quiet," he said with a smirk.
"Ugh, oh my God you smartass, you know what I fucking meant." She said murmured, annoyed, giving him a slight shove in the shoulder.
He started giggling for a bit until he eventually quietened for a while, the two of them now sitting in comfortable silence, both of them sitting with their thoughts.
Mika started thinking about what was pestering Damien again, when she heard a sigh come from him.
"Fine," He gave up," Just... promise not to laugh?"
She replied quickly in her mind, unable to hide her happiness of Damien opening up to her.
He gave her a small grin before explaining.
"I'm just... I guess-... Ugh..." He said nervously.
"Oh my God, Damien, are you going to tell me or what?" She said teasingly.
"If you would give me a second." He said sassily. God, it was so easy forgot how much of a little bitch Damien could be sometimes with how innocent he looks.
He took a few more moments before calming down.
"I just... I can't swim. I'm scared of the water."
Mika took a bit to process his blunt confession.
"You're scared of the water? Why?"
He looked at her, knowing that she had good intentions, but still having to take a bit to collect his thoughts.
"I don't want to ruin the mood, you're having fun. I don't want to-"
"No, Damien, don't do that." Mika interrupted, Turing to face him, "I don't care about you, I don't know...ruining the mood or whatever, I do care about you being upset though, so tell me why you're scared of the fucking water... if you still want to."
He looked slightly pensive before speaking his mind.
"...The castle that we used to live in overlooked an ocean named The Decaying Sea."
"Cute name, sounds inviting."
He let out a chuckle before continuing.
"Well, you know how my father used to treat me?"
Mika bristled slightly at the mentioned of the man. She glanced down at Damien's skinny frame, bones still poking out slightly in some places due to malnourishment.
"...yeah."
She didn't know if she wanted to hear this now.
Damien shot her a small smile, letting her know that it was ok, before taking a small breath and recounting the rest of his story.
"Sometimes, when he was really angry at me, he would threaten to throw me into it... the thing is with The Decaying Sea though, is that it's cursed, and anyone that happens to fall into it, can't swim up. They're doomed to drown forever."
Mika's jaw fell in sympathy for Damien, but he continued.
"One time... he was going to drop me in, or he said he was, anyway. He-"
He had to stop suddenly, breath quickly hitching.
Mika instantly lifted a hand to his shoulder, hoping to give him something to focus on that wasn't his disgusting father.
He closed his eyes before taking a deep breath and reaching up to grab her hand back.
He smiled at her sadly, "Please... I have to... I want to."
Mika looked at him with knitted brows, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning her head in the crook of his neck before sighing.
"If you want to tell me, please do. But if you, like, at any point don't want to talk, just drop it."
Damien looked down slightly at her, feeling his quickly pumping heart begin to relax. He could hear her thoughts, realising how serious she was. He leaned his head lightly against hers before replying.
"I know, thank you... you're really good at hugs too."
She snorted before shuffling closer.
"God Damien, this isn't just for you, you know."
He giggled slightly before looking back to the sea again quietly.
After a deep breath, he continued.
"The tower overlooking The Decaying Sea was full of these stained glass windows. They're were quite pretty actually...anyway, one day... my father got very angry at me and smashed one. Like, completely destroyed it. Then... Then he started choking me and holding me out of it, and all I could hear was those stupid waves, and him thinking that he was happy to finally be getting rid of me."
Mika froze in his arms, before wrapping her own tighter around him. He rested his hand against hers.
"He was just about to drop me in too," he said as he smiled slightly, "But then, Sam and James just walked in while arguing about something stupid. It was crazy! I've never seen James that livid. And God, Sam. He was furious, I'd never seen anyone attack our father until then."
He was now looking at the rock beneath them fondly, remembering how his brothers came to protect him.
"And I know that I'm fine now. I'm here now and I'll never have to go back, and I know it's stupid, there's no magic in the Human World. But I just... keep on going back to that day, I keep on hearing those... stupid waves under me, and knowing what would happen if my father let go." He finally finished.
Mika paused, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"...wow." she murmured at a loss for words.
"I know, right?"
She lightly raised her head from his neck and looked at him.
"Damien, that is not something to be embarrassed about being scared over... that sounds horrifying." She said, trying to forcefully break the words into his stupid, thick, pretty skull.
He let out a sigh, "Everyone keeps saying that to me. And I understand what they mean, but I don't want to be afraid. I don't want to have to ruin a trip with everyone, just because I can't swim in the water. I... I don't want to be a burden anymore."
Mika sucked in a breath before sitting up and looking at him.
"Damien, listen to me. You are not burdening anyone. Ok? You're probably one of the bravest people I've ever met. Everybody can see how hard you're trying, even down to the smallest things. I know how sometimes it can be hard for you to do things sometimes, like even get out of bed some mornings, but you do it anyway and end up having a great day."
Damien looked at her, lost for words listening to the thoughts in her head trying to let him know that he is worth being here.
She paused for a second before giving him a choice.
"Look, if it's bothering you this much, how about we... go into the water. And I'm not talking like fucking, going for a swim, I can barely swim myself, just standing in it. And I'll be there. What do you think?"
Damien looked at her silently.
"...I hate how right you are."
Mika laughed loudly at his mumble.
"I'm always right," she replied before getting up off their rock, and leaning her hand out towards him.
He smiled slowly at her, grabbing her hand.
They walked forward a few steps, before Damien stopped.
Mika turned back towards him patiently, waiting for him to continue.
"...I do want to it's just-"
"Getting there in the first place?" She finished for him.
He let out a sigh before nodding.
"Trust me, I know how you're feeling, when you guys first moved in- sorry, showed up at my house," she stated, pausing to listen to his quiet chuckle, slowly grabbing his hand and continuing their walk toward the ocean, "I was always so nervous for those stupid fucking dinner parties that my dad made me do. And yeah, obviously it was hard getting ready for them, but still, once they started, it was so much easier than I thought it'd be."
Damien listened to her words along with her thoughts, knowing that she wasn't just telling him random things to try and calm him down, she was was trying to help him.
He was so busy listening to her mind and mouth talking about everything and nothing, that he didn't even notice that his feet were in the water now.
The only thing that pulled him out of his trance was something thrashing in the water a bit away from them, as if it was stuck under Sam's hand.
After a few moments of struggling, Sam laughed and lifted his hand, revealing Matthew choking for breath. Mika and Damien laughed together before walking over to them hand in hand, the water now up to their thighs.
"What the fuck are you doing to him?" Mika questioned, laughing.
Sam looked over at them in shock before trying to hastily explain.
"No right, ok fuck. This is making me look really bad! I promise you he fucking deserved it! He lost!"
The "he" in question was currently wrapping his arms around Mika, as if he was hiding from Sam.
"He's a liar, I was brutally assaulted without question. I never lose." Matthew murmured, pretending to keel over in Mika's arms.
"Oh my fucking god, do you want to see brutally assaulted?! You're such a fucking liar!" Sam screamed at Matthew, before turning to Mika and Damien, trying to explain himself.
"'see those rocks?" He asked before pointing behind himself," the rules are you have to keep on jumping off, higher and higher each time. Matthew was too scared to jump off the top, so he lost, like a bitch."
"So... Because he lost you waterboarded him?" Mika questioned.
"Well... Yeah. He knew what was happening when he decided to play!"
"You said the loser only stayed under for 20 seconds, you liar!" Matthew screamed in defence, turning to face Sam.
"Right ok, Matthew, whatever you say." Sam said with a grin, making Matthew even more annoyed.
"God you are suck a fucking pain! I'm not wasting my time on you anymore," Matthew declared before turning away from Sam to Mika and Damien, "do you two want to play?"
They both looked up at the tall tower of rocks before looking at eachother.
"Matthew..." Damien started," this is my first time in an ocean...ever... What the hell makes you think I'd want to jump off that thing into it?"
"Well aren't you trying to start new things?" Sam jumped in, "look you're already in the water and you're fine, why not jump into it?" He said, in all seriousness.
"Well...maybe, just maybe though...he doesn't want to just in because he can't swim yet, Sam. Have you though of that one, huh?" Mika said sassily.
Sam paused for a second, staring at her, deciding to tease her, rather than Matthew
"...fuck you, Mika, really."
"Fuck you, Sam!" She screamed back at him with a grin, Damien and Matthew giggling.
Sam took a step towards her, water moving around him, and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah?" He challenged.
"Yeah!" She said before him, the two now leaning nearly nose-to-nose.
They both looked into each others eyes, grins on their faces.
"What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" She questioned him with a smile.
He smirked happily at her, before she felt a strong calloused weight against her chest, tipping her over.
She heard herself screech, before being pushed under the shallow water, quickly holding her breath.
The water rushed over her like a shockwave. She hadn't really noticed how cold the water was with the hot sunshine, until her head was underwater. The sensation of ice dripping down deep inside her, almost to her bones filled her. She instantly lept up out of the semi-shallow water and took a breath.
She coughed slightly from the sudden change of water trying to get in her mouth from waves crashing around her, to dry air rushing down her throat. She looked up, now enraged at the brown haired incubus.
He was currently Infront of her, laughing loudly along with Damien and Matthews amused, shocked faces.
"Have a nice swim, doofus?" Sam said proudly.
She looked at him and let out a shocked laugh.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm gonna fucking kill you, you fuck!" She screamed at him, trying to hide her laugh.
She lept towards him, trying to pull him under, when he deftly lept away with a grin, pulling Matthew into his place.
Mika only realised too late that she'd forced the wrong boy underwater, when she realised she was holding a skinnier arm and straddling a slightly smaller frame than the one she was going for.
She was too busy listening to Sam and Damien's now crazy laughter, when she was once again pulled underwater, this time by Matthew underneath her.
This time, she was too shocked to close her eyes from the salt water, and it slightly blinded her with the sting.
She jumped up from the water again, now going for either of the stupid fucks, and grapped somebody else's arm, dragging them under, despite their thrashing.
She then rose up to her legs and rubbed her eyes to clear the water out of them.
Only to realise she'd pulled the one innocent boy down into the water.
Her jaw dropped at seeing Damien's now soaking head of hair rising from the water, and instantly reached down to help him up.
She yanked him up by the arm, the both of them staring at each other now. Mika was about to start screaming her apologies, when Damien started laughing and giggling.
Fuck, she'd never heard him laugh like that.
Her own worried demeanor faded away at hearing his now uncontrollable laughter. She didn't notice Sam beside her, also looking at Damien in concern, before his own worry dissapating at hearing his excitement.
Mika's own laughter was so strong that it made her crouch over, and she turned her head over to the left, seeing Matthew sitting down in shallow water, also laughing and smiling.
After having calmed down from their ribs beginning to hurt, they decided to leave the water to stop any more accidental drownings.
The four of them walked over to James and Erik, making them both look up in surprise.
"...nghh-" Erik mumbled while stretching, looking like he was waking up from sunbathing, "what are your four giggling about?"
Mika, Matthew and Sam looked at Damien, laughing slightly, causing James to look at him closer.
"...why are you so wet?...Were you swimming?!" He questioned, perking up slightly like an excited dog.
"Well, 'swimming' isn't really how I'd put it, but, I guess you could say that, right Mika?" Matthew said.
Mika huffed, a blush coming onto her face.
"I didn't know it was Damien, ok? I couldn't see, which was because of you, by the way! What did you expect?!"
"Wait what?" Erik questioned, now confused.
The three younger brothers giggled at Mika's expense before explaining the while thing.
James and Erik's faces lit up at the story, the former looking at Damien with excitement and pride.
"...well, you're all probably hungry now, and the sunscreen you all put on has probably worn off..." James commented.
"Well, since I'm done with my amazing suntan, do you guys want us two to go and get ice cream? I think I seen a place when we were coming down." Erik suggested.
"What 'amazing suntan'? You look like a piece of paper." Sam commented.
"...do you want ice cream or not, Sam?"
"...yes, please."
"Yeah, I thought so. Put on some more sunscreen unless you want to get sunburnt like Erik. We'll only be ten to fifteen minutes." James told them, before walking away, try to console a now fuming Erik, who was busy walking away, claiming, "I don't burn, don't talk to me like that!"
The other four giggled listening to them bicker as they walked away. They sat together under the shade, making light conversation about anything and everything.
After a while, Sam decided to start looking for the sunscreen, knowing that Damien burned easily.
After a quick, messy search and small apology to James for the sand now lodged in his book, he found the sunscreen and chucked it towards Damien.
Matthew and Damien started taking turns putting it on while Sam joined Mika, who was now following Erik's footsteps and lying on his towel, sunbathing.
God, he didn't notice how her swimsuit looked on her while they were in the water. The barely dried water sticking to her created a shining look on the contours of her body. Was it bad that he wanted to touch her, especially after what he did this morning?
He was lost in his thoughts when he felt a clunk against his head, and yelped.
"Ow! What the fuck?!"
He looked towards the other two, expecting Matthew to be smirking at him, but seeing Damien with his arm extended from the throw with a slight grin on his face, Matthew looking at him confused.
"It's what you get." He simply stated.
Sam's jaw dropped, a furious blush growing on his cheeks, remembering that his mind was being read, and closed his mouth with a grumble.
He started applying sunscreen to himself and when he was finished threw it down to Mika, who deftly started grabbing at it and putting it on.
He looked away, still embarrassed over Damien catching his thoughts, when Mika asked him something.
"Hey, can you do my back? I can't reach."
"Huh? Oh, um...sure."
He moved over to behind her, before whipping his head at Damien and Matthew, who were giggling, again.
"What are you two, five?!"
They cleared their throats before Damien made some excuse about them going on a walk, leaving Mika and Sam by themselves.
Sam sat there, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the two, before Mika gently leaned back against his chest, reminding him of what he was doing.
"Can you do my back?" She asked, confused.
"Yeah, sorry..."
She handed him the sunscreen before lifting herself off of him, mourning the loss of his hot, shiny skin.
He put the sunscreen onto his rough hands, before gently lowering them to her back. He moved his hands slowly, trying to get enough time to take all of her in.
She gave small grunts of approval when he started drifting up to her shoulders and going rougher, almost like he was giving her a back massage.
He blushed slightly at her small sounds, feeling her energy forcing itself into him. Shit, she was enjoying this too much.
"Sam..."
Fucking god, she shouldn't say his name like that. He gently lowered the straps of her bikini down, pretending that he was just putting the sunscreen on the space covered by the material.
He smirked at her murmur of displeasure when he lowered his hands from her shoulders, and then creeped them down the smooth planes of her back.
He looked around, seeing Damien and Matthew a ways away from them, and smiled.
He raised his hands up her back again, sneaking his hands under the material of her swimsuit again, right under the bit that was keeping the flimsy thing on.
She whimpered slightly, and he felt her sexual energy grow as she leaned against him again.
"Nghh...Sam...not here..."
"Shhh...I know, pretty..." He leaned his lips to the space where her neck and shoulder met, kissing it and grinning at the slight taste of her sweat and the tacky sunscreen.
He leaned up and kissed her on her blushing cheek, removing his hands from her swimsuit. She was right, they were too out in the open and James and Erik would be coming back any second now.
She giggled lustily and turned towards him, murmuring her thanks.
"What the hell did you call me?" She questioned coyly.
"I called you pretty, you got a problem with it?"
She giggled slightly, gripping her sides with the opposite hands, making her arms inadvertently push her boobs together, making his eyes fall to her chest.
"Eyes up here, dork." She said sassily.
Before they could go any further, Sam turned to his right to see his older brothers walking towards them with ice cream.
Mika huffed and moved away from Sam, but not before sneakily kissing him on the cheek, causing him to whip his face to hers and blush in shock.
She giggled before greeting James and Erik, saying that she'll go over and get Damien and Matthew from their walk.
Sam sat still on the towel, before being handed an ice cream by Erik. After a while, they were all sitting together, planning out what they were going to do when they got back to the hotel. Sam couldn't remember who suggested the going to a club or bar, but when Mika said yes, he also agreed to going, knowing that he wasn't done with her yet.
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Matthew and Sam were clearing up the table after dinner, James in the kitchen washing dishes and supervising so they wouldn't start arguing (which was not helping).
Sam could feel Matthew's eyes glancing over at him every few seconds before turning away when it became noticeable that he was staring. After this cycle repeating for what felt like the 12th time, Sam whipped his head towards Matthew's, catching him in the act.
"What're you looking at?" Sam glared.
"Nothing!" He retorted.
Sam stared at him for a few more moments before dropping it. He didn't want James to hear and get into a hissy fit... But after he felt Matthew start staring at him again, he glanced towards the kitchen door, which was shut tightly, before using his speed to run over to Matthew and hit him over the head.
"Ow! What the hell?!"
"What the fuck are you looking at?!"
"Oh my god! Nothing!"
"Yes you are you fucking...numbskull!"
"Did you just call me a fucking numbsku-"
Sam heard the kitchen door creaking open and used his speed again to rush back to his side of the table, picking up the cloth he was wiping the table down with.
James opened the door with a pissed off look before glaring at Sam.
"What the hell are you two arguing about now?" James questioned him.
"Why the fuck are you asking me? Ask that fucking numbskull over there." Sam said, before pointing his thumb to Matthew, smirking.
"First of all don't use that language, second of all don't call your brother a numbskull, and third of all stop arguing!" James explained, exhasperated.
Sam's jaw dropped in indignation, before hearing a giggle towards Matthew's direction. Both him and James glared at him until he shut up, coughing and looking to the ground.
James gave them one final look before walking back to the kitchen.
...
"That was your fault."
"Shut your mouth, you numbskull!"
Matthew sniggered before returning to his cleaning.
They stopped arguing and started talking about the trip they were going on tomorrow. Erik, Mika and Damien were already upstairs packing their things.
"Honestly I can't wait, it feels like ages since we went to the beach!" Matthew exclaimed.
"I know, right! I literally can't remember the last fucking time we went. Do you remember when we went and Damien didn't go anywhere near the water?"
"Oh my god, yeah! I still don't think he even knows how to swim yet!" Matthew laughed.
Sam laughed with him, remembering fondly how Damien sat beside James by the coast the entire time they were there.
After a few moments of reminiscing on the beach, Matthew slipped back into his teasing mood.
"I bet you can't wait to see Mika in a bikini though," he smirked.
Sam blushed furiously in embarrassment, now imagining his long time crush in a bikini.
"God will you shut your mouth, you pervert! I wasn't even- that's not like- ughhh!"
Sam scowled at Matthew's joyous laughing at his expense.
Ever since he and Mika met, they just... melded together. It took a while and a lot of arguing and trying on both parts, but their rocky, embarrassing first meeting ended up morphing into something mellow and loving.
She made him feel those warm, soft feelings in his chest that he just couldn't get rid of not matter how hard he tried to throw them away.
And Sam would be damned if Mika rejected these embarrassing feelings of his on their newly planned trip, all because of that fucking numbskull's teasing.
Just before Matthew was able to make another joke, James came through the kitchen door again, declaring that they should go up and pack their things for their early flight tomorrow.
They both nodded before walking out the door, Sam pushing him roughly through.
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Sam was walking down to the kitchen, when he heard a curse coming from Mika's room. With a smile on his face he opened the door to her trying to messily close over a lavender purple suitcase, stuffed full of clothes.
"What fucking animal are you trying to smuggle into Hawaii?" He questioned.
Mika turned around with an exhasperated look, and Sam couldn't help but be drawn towards her to help.
He opened her suitcase and quickly examined what she had, declaring that she didn't need half of it.
"We're only going for like three days, why the fuck do you have 6 pairs of underwear?"
"Well what if I piss myself twice?" She said, in all seriousness.
Sam gave her a look, before telling her that, No Mika, you're not going to piss yourself twice, and, No Mika, take your underwear out yourself, I'm not touching that shit, and lightly pulling her shiny long hair, lovingly of course.
As she began taking everything out at Sam's insistence he sat down on her bed, playing with a loose thread on his dark green hoodie.
After complaining about all the things he was currently throwing out of her suitcase, declaring that she didn't need them, she asked to see his.
"Oh, I'm not gonna bring one," he said simply.
"... What?"
He furrowed his eyebrows before repeating his statement.
"Yeah I got that, smartass, but you're going to need one. What about your clothes, are you just going to wear the same ones every day and reek? Actually, knowing you, that is what your going to do."
"Oh my god, if you would let me explain first! Right, so demons, especially incubi and succubi, can change their look with like spells and potions and shit. So while you need to bring a suitcase full of clothes, I can-"
"You can just change your clothes, like, right there whenever you want?" She cut him off, confirming her suspicions.
"Yeah! So why would I waste my time bringing about clothes that I don't even need? I'll just like bring a backpack for my phone and shit like that."
"Ohhhh, ok. That... actually makes a lot of sense." She said satisfied.
They both looked at her suitcase, mentally comparing it with Sam's backpack, before she reached forward and took a small pile of clothes out before walking over and putting them back into her drawers.
When she stopped back at the bed though, she stopped.
"So then what'll you do for energy?"
Sam paused before considering. He could do the teasing, flirty reason and get her riled up, or, give her the real awnser to keep her satisfied.
....
He already awnsered one of her questions so it was only fair to him to try and rile her up.
Looking back on it Sam could've been slightly more prepared with his pick-up line, but then again, staring at Mika's toned legs and thick thighs in those tiny sleep shorts was just too good to pass up on.
"Well, is that not what you're... uh..." He paused. God if your going to try and fucking flirt with someone don't fucking stutter half way through! Hells, Erik would have his head.
"What?" She questioned.
"Oh- um I'd probably just like.. I don't know, make out with somebody there or something, yeah!" He confirmed, trying to laugh off his obvious nervous stutter.
She looked at him, like she was thinking something through in her head, before pressing her hands against his shoulders, brushing his neck.
"You could just, you know, take mine if you really need it, obviously, I told you on the roof that I don't mind." She said quietly.
Sam felt his jaw dropping slightly, looking down at her body.
Fuck.
She was making this harder for him than she probably thought. He dragged his eyes up from her thighs and hips, up to her gorgeous eyes, seeing them almost pleading with him to give her an awnser.
"I know..." He said quietly, before lifting his hand up to her own on his shoulder, "I just don't want you thinking that I only see you as something for...you know.. energy and shit."
"Yeah, but I know that you don't see me like that," she reasoned, blushing heavily.
Fuck, this girl. He could feel her sexual energy rising up and building, almost forcing itself into his hand, which was barely gripping her's.
She lifted his hand, still holding it, down to rest on her hip. Does she not know what she's doing? Does she know and just loves seeing him squirm?
"Sam... Aomaris." She said, sultrily.
...
He could feel the blood rushing down between his legs, energy flowing all around him. He dragged her closer, and gently rested his head against her lower stomach, unconsciously letting out a groan of pleasure.
She gently grabbed his jaw and lifted his face up towards her's, now dripping with sexual energy. He let out a breath towards her with a chuckle.
"Don't you fucking dare start something you're not able to finish, pretty..." He trailed off, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against her's.
"Oh ye-"
"Princess, have you seen-" The door slammed open with Erik in tow, Sam and Mika ripping their heads away from eachother.
"OH! Sorry! Um. Sam. You're here too. James told me to tell you to- um- start packing if you hadn't already. Sorry."
"Going now, Erik." Sam ground out.
"Right- he was just- um looking for something," Mika hastily tried to explain, "And he found it too! He was...um..."
"Just leaving." He added on, speech clipped.
"Uh-huh." Erik stated, clearly dubious.
He could hear Erik not-so-subtly teasing Mika on how obvious her lie was, ready to have a gossip, but Sam was already out the door to his room to pay any attention.
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Sam had promptly packed his things before going up to roof for a while, trying his best not to think of the lovely girl downstairs right now who was teeming with energy and completely willing to give it.
He'd tried so hard to ignore her, leaving a room as soon as she walked in, not even looking at her at breakfast the next morning.
And now looking back at it, with Mika now sitting directly in front of him on the plane, he reasons that maybe it would've been a good idea to talk it out with her.
The six of them were all sitting together, Sam, Matthew and Damien on one row, James, Erik and Mika facing them, with a table in between them.
When Mika first got in she was shocked as she'd never seen a plane as fancy as this one before, but James reasoned that they were fine to get on it, as he technically owned it.
So now it was just the six of them on a plane, Mika and Sam being forced to try and look away from eachother after being sat opposite each other.
And Gods, it was so fucking awkward. The both of them were looking around trying their best to not look at eachother, until Sam decided that he's just going to go to sleep, knowing that he was only succeeding in giving Damien a headache.
Then, of course, Matthew had to whip out a pack of fucking Uno cards, knowing that it was a banned game in the house after Sam pushed Mika off her seat for making him pick up, causing her to bitch-slap him right across the face.
James instantly told him to put it away, or else, but Matthew reasoned that, because we're not in the house right now, James, it isn't a banned game, duh!
And now everyone was in the mood for playing Uno, much to James' annoyance.
And Sam reasoned that it was a much better idea to take his annoyance out on Matthew, rather than having to sit here awkwardly facing Mika.
And so when Matthew first started shit talking to Sam about how he was going to beat his ass, he didn't really know what he was getting into.
"Really sorry Damien, but I'm not losing this game to Mika, of all people." James apologized before putting down his Swap Hands card, causing Mika to get his own massive amount of cards, Damien to get Mika's small pile, and James to get Damien's final card.
Damien looked up at him, with a serious look in his eyes.
"That's fine James, really... I'm just more concerned about this girl, Iridessa, isn't it?" Damien paused, James' jaw dropping in panic,"I really hope she comes back to her senses and realises that a relationship with you is like her signing her life away."
Everyone paused the game after receiving notifications all at the same time.
*One new picture from Emo Erik*
Pick up 16 cards or finish your make out session w Mika
The picture being one of Sam, in the middle of picking up cards, a large amount already in his hand.
A collective "WHAT!?" came from Damien and Matthew, with James staring at Erik who was sitting happily with the 4 cards Sam made him pick up.
Mika and Sam were too busy staring gobsmacked at the photo, before looking back at Erik enraged.
"Well who's fucking fault is it Erik that we didn't make out?! Huh?! It was you! This is on you, you bastard!" Sam yelled.
"So you would've went through with it if I hadn't showed up?" Erik replied joyously, not expecting an awnser.
"Yeah, I would've! What about it?!"
Everyone stopped dead, before Mika looked at him, with a look that screamed, shut your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you, you bitch, causing Sam to calm down and shut his mouth.
Everyone was silent until Erik started giggling again, causing the rest of them to join in, much to Mika and Sam's chagrin.
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After countless games of Uno and talking on the plane, they arrived at Hawaii, quickly getting 2 taxis to the hotel.
James, Erik and Matthew in one. Damien, Mika and Sam in the other.
The others drove off before Sam and Mika climbed into back seat, knowing that Damien was going to probably fall asleep in the front.
They had both calmed down after Erik's picture on the plane, the awkwardness seeming to dissipate with them. Their legs were resting comfortably against each other's, comfortable silence and light talking falling between them, listening to the radio and sounds of the road.
They soon got onto the topic of the plane and how enjoyable it was. The mood between them was now soft and light, instead of the dull awkwardness from before.
Mika giggled at one of his stupid jokes, before a few seconds later, using a much quieter voice, asking him something.
"Did you really mean what you said? On the plane?" She said quietly, with a teasing tone in her voice.
Sam looked up at her like a deer in headlights.
"Mean what?"
Mika looked at him dubiously before awnsering.
"That you would've, y'know, made out with me if Erik hadn't come in?"
Sam looked down at his feet before huffing out a breath hesitantly.
"Well I mean- probably, yeah." He said quietly. "I just, it's... weird for me, y'know?"
"How so?"
Sam let out at breath before continuing.
"I don't want this to be just... one make out between us. If we were to kiss, I don't want it to just be us kissing for energy, for me to only feel good from getting your energy." He explained hesitantly.
"But... We've made out before," Mika pointed out.
"I know, but that was... before."
"Before what?"
Sam paused.
She was right, before what?
Before Malix died? Before Diana got oh-so-close to convincing him to leave, only to stay behind for a lovely human woman?
Before Sam got serious about her? Before Sam couldn't look at someone else without pulling out similarities between them and Mika? Before he couldn't look at the sky, without thinking that Mika would think that cloud would look like a cat? Before he was able to listen to music without thinking, I wonder if Mika would sit beside me and enjoy this song?
Before he was able to look at someone while thinking of marriage, without being absolutely disgusted, thinking of his own mother and father? Before he was able to look at Mika and think, Maybe she does think I'm worth staying for?
He wasn't sure. All he did know was that an amazing woman was staring into his eyes, and was looking for an awnser. So he'd be brave and give her his best awnser.
"Before I felt... this."
She held in a breath.
"People like me," he murmured, wary of the driver in the front, barely separated by a plastic divider, "Don't just... feel like this. So if we are going to do this, I need to sort out... this."
She looked down at his hands, holding her own together and fiddling with her silver bracelet to stop them from shaking.
"...What is 'This'?"
"... Why... I can't think of these good feelings inside of me, without thinking that I'll ruin it."
She looked affronted at that, before calming down. She paused for a while before awnsering, leaving Sam desperate for an awnser, just like her before.
"Well... I think I understand," she said, "and if I'm understanding you properly, I think I can wait for you to sort it out, and I know that you have this... independence issue where you hate asking me for help, but I'll be here, if you're ever feeling good enough to ask for help, I'll be waiting. I want to wait for you."
Sam looked up from his feet up to her eyes, jaw dropping slightly, before shutting it, gently grabbing her soft, pale hands and pulling her closer, then leaning over and gently kissing her on the forehead, causing her to lean closer into his chest.
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By the time they had reached the hotel, Sam was considering lifting Damien in so he wouldn't wake up. And honestly, he felt the same. After being stuck in such a small cramped seat in the plane for hours, and then getting into the small taxi, all he wanted to do was lie in bed and relax.
They had already decided that they'd be sharing rooms, with Damien and Erik fighting particularly hard to sleep in the same room with Matthew and James respectively, meaning that Sam and Mika would just share a room together.
Their room was slightly further down the hall from the other boy's rooms, and so it was just the two of them together walking down to their own room, almost dropping the other four off at their rooms after getting checked in.
On the way there, they were in mutual agreement to just, lie down and talk in their separate beds instead of walking around and getting unpacked.
Sam opened the door, but then paused with an, "Oh."
Mika stopped behind him.
"What? What's wrong?"
He looked at her tired eyes and simply just let her walk through to see for herself. She stopped after stepping through the door.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Sam gently closed the door behind them with his foot, too busy looking at the one double bed in the room.
Shit. And after they had just talked about taking things slow and waiting in the taxi.
Mika dropped her suitcase to the ground before turning to him.
"It's not like we haven't sh-", "I can go and talk to the guy-"
They both stopped and started at the same time, before looking at each other and giggling tiredly.
"You first." Mika said.
Sam smiled at her, "I mean, I can go and talk to the guy at the reception if you don't want to share a. bed."
"How do you know you'd get a different room?"
Sam looked at her confused look before smiling.
"Magic trick." He smirked.
She rolled her eyes before turning around and walking to the bed, taking her shoes off on the way.
"Honestly, I don't mind that much, I mean it's not like we haven't slept beside each other on the couch before, this is nothing different."
She looked up at him before taking her jacket off, leaving her in a small tank top and stupid shorts eerily similar to the ones she was wearing last night.
"I don't mind. But if you don't want to you can go and get it changed, but I'm honestly just too tired. I'm going for a nap." She said to him, sliding under the covers.
...
Well, how could he say no when she was just lying there like that?
He walked over to the curtains, quickly closing them and then taking off his hoodie, leaving him shirtless and in sweat pants, Mika now unable to see him properly in the dim lighting.
He climbed into bed beside her, before deciding that he might make her uncomfortable if he got any closer, and turned around, away from her.
And he was going to sleep too. He was close to sleep, before he felt Mika shuffling. Then he felt her warm body sliding behind his, her arm drifting under his neck and leg slipping over his muscled hips.
Well she was clearly not uncomfortable.
He huffed out a laugh before gently grabbing her arm and lifting it, feeling her laugh softly too behind him.
He turned around so that she was pressed against his chest, rather than his back. He let her arms go and she instantly wrapped them back around his neck, keeping her leg resting lazily on his hips.
God, she was so warm.
"Comfortable?" He murmured deeply.
She nodded her approval before snuggling closer to Sam, causing him to pull her closer too.
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