Pairing: Sam x Reader
Summary: Sam wakes up on top of you.
Warnings: none.
A/N: A sweet little drabble because I’m sick and needed soft Sammy.
Sam found himself waking up to the gentle rise and fall of your stomach as you breathed; finding himself not wanting to move a single muscle, he eventually turned his head to look up at you and was completely taken away at how beautifully peaceful you looked.
You and Sam had been dating for almost a year now, it every morning he got to wake up next to you was a morning he’d remember forever. You were more beautiful than any woman he had ever laid eyes upon; he was forever grateful that you found yourself loving a dork like him.
There was almost a smile tugging at your lips as he watched you dream. His head was tucked against your naked chest with your hand lightly placed on his head. You two had fallen asleep last night, right after sex, both still completely naked. He had collapsed on top of you, after an earth shattering orgasm; instead of pushing him off of you, you wrapped your arm around him and began to stroke your fingers through his sweat-matted hair and begged him not to move. That’s how he found himself here, his head still on your chest, his body still on top of you and he wondered how you were breathing.
“Go back to sleep,” you whispered, making Sam smile widely. He got these little lightning bugs that lit up in his stomach whenever he heard your voice. It was like listening to the sound of birds singing in the early morning, peaceful and beautiful.
“I can‘t,” he whispered, closing his eyes and listening to the steady beat of your heart, his absolute favorite sound in the world. As long as your heart was still beating, he’d listen to it.
“Why not?” you asked as you began to gently stroke through his hair. A soft grunt fell from his mouth as he moved his head, letting you get a better position for your hand.
“You’re too pretty,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your skin, relishing the touch of your fingers.
“Morning, Sammy,” you whispered, finally accepting the fact that your boyfriend would not be returning to sleep. You’d been awake for a little bit, but you didn’t dare move a muscle, no matter how bad you had to pee, for the fear of waking up Sam. You were surprised when you woke up and found him still on top of you, but you loved it. Sam was rarely vulnerable like this, despite being the brother that was more intact with him emotions, and last night he’d let you stroke his hair and hold him; something you loved to do.
“How are you still breathing?” he asked, making you both chuckle. Opening your eyes, you looked down at your beautiful boyfriend.
“You’re a bit heavy, but it’s not too bad. I like it,” you smiled, smugly, making him laugh. Sam placed a soft kiss to your chest, right where his head had been, just above your heart.
Usually, about now, Sam would have been showered and during his morning run, but as he laid here in your arms, he couldn’t find himself to move. He felt safe here, under the blankets, your arms wrapped around him tightly; it was a weird feeling for him. He was hungry, but he didn’t want to leave you to get breakfast; he really had to pee, but still he couldn’t pull away from you.
You both laid there, holding each other, for a while, not saying a word. The only sound in the room was the sound of your breathing. There was a new feeling, one neither of you had realized until waking up; one you were both aware of and still afraid to address with the lifestyle you each lived; but the feeling of Sam’s fingertips tracing up and down your arm made you feel so safe that you knew you could handle this, abandoned, feeling you weren’t familiar with.
“Sammy?” you whispered, not taking your eyes off the wall.
“Yeah?” he whispered back, his voice was deep and rugged as he continued to lightly touch your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt under his touch.
“I love you.”
