@tigerlilyis a long term Sam fic maybe 😬 give me notes and I will write it xx
“You said we weren't being followed!” It was hard to scream above the roar of the engine beneath you and the barrage of bullets that were firing at all angles around you. It was hard enough to weave in and out of the tight town house alleys before you, that was without having to duck and be wary of being struck by an errant bullet flying your way.
More shots were fired by your co-hort , leaning through the window of the SUV you were attempting to control. “I said I didn't THINK they were following us!” With barely a glance at you they returned to shooting at your assailants, trying to pick them off one by one so that you could at least lose them in the city, trying to give you both enough time to abandon your vehicle and disappear into the crowd.
Gripping so hard on the steering wheel before you turned your knuckles white, there were many things you wanted to say but only one word came out. “FUCK!” you slammed your hands on the wheel in anger only just before realising you were now running out of road to escape on.
It looked like you and your companion would be facing the end of the line, everything you had accomplished until now would be all for naught, that is, until you had one final idea. “If they want us, they can have us.”
Staring down at the building before you, racing closer and closer towards it you had one final idea. With one last hope of desperation you ragged the steering wheel as far as it would to one side, skidding in a 180 move that almost threw your partner into your side and throwing you off course.
Now you were staring down the metaphorical chamber of a gun, an army of armoured vehicles and errant bullets were quickly heading your way. Without hesitation, you hit the accelerator and darted forward.
With laser focus you managed to weave in and out of the army of cars moving towards you, grabbing your partner by the shirt and pulling him into the car at the same time, a feat that was only possible due to the adrenaline now coursing through your veins.
Everything was a blur, yet it all happened in slow motion at the same time, barely missing bullets and grazing the cars after you, not even being able to revel in the satisfaction of watching them crash into each other in confusion in your rear view mirror.
This wasn't even a calculated risk, this was idiotic but somehow you managed to pull through and leave the army of vehicles behind you, piling up in a fiery heap as you sped away to freedom.
The adrenaline finally wore off after a few hours and you both felt comfortable enough that you were safe from your pursuers. You almost fell out of the car door as you parked up on a dark alley, the rush of adrenaline ceased and now all you felt was dizziness and nausea.
The feeling of your heartbeat was loud in your ears, drowning out whatever ranting and raving you could hear in the distance. It felt like hours until you finally calmed down, the sound of your heartbeat slowly faded away, letting your partner's ranting voice become louder and louder, having no regard that you were still on all fours on the floor.
“Well?!” Well what?, is what you thought, didn't you just save the two of you?
The blank look on your face as you stared up at him seemed to enrage him further. “What the fuck was that?!” He wasn't really mad, you could see that in his face, the adrenaline just hadn't worn off yet like it had done with you.
Sighing you sat up and leant back against the car that you would soon abandon.”I had no choice Sam, I either drove through that building and got us killed, or take a chance and save us.” Quiet was all that stood between you for a few moments, only broken by the laugh of your partner Sam who had now taken an exhausted seat next to you.
A small chuckled escaped his lips, finally the excitement had worn off and he was back to himself. “Well next time warn me before you do something stupid.” A cheeky nudge with his elbow made you laugh at him, wondering how dare he say that to you.
“Hey I thought that was my line.” an exhausted laugh escaped you, leaning your head upon Sam's shoulder you gave out a whisper. “Do you think we can do this?”
No reply ever escaped Sam, he felt just the same as you, sceptical whether to see this through or to throw in the towel and walk away with your lives. Was the treasure really worth this much to you both?
Another sigh escaped you as you tried not to succumb to exhaustion on Sam's shoulder. “I hate your brother” a small chuckle escaped the both of you.
“Well I hate your best friend” Sam smiled and laid his head on yours, for a few hours you would be safe, safe enough to at least recover from your exhaustion and ruminate on how you ended up in this situation.
I am a sucker for the aftercare of battle trope. I am also in love with Sam Drake from Uncharted 4 again. 18+ because smut. i also have written this after a few alcoholic drinks so plz don't judge me too much.
You sat Sam at the edge of the bathtub of your motel, it would be easier to clean him this way, making sure the blood from his wounds would not stain the floor. You knelt between his legs in the bath, taking great care to clean his injuries properly, his arm would twitch occasionally and try and bat you away, but you resisted. “No Sam, I need to make sure your wounds are clean” Your voice was soft and reassuring, you did not want him to tend to himself, you saw how he tended to his own wounds, dousing them in alcohol and wrapping them up, it was not sanitary.
It had been a hard day for you both, Sam had bore the brunt of the injuries, ones you were now attending. You heard his hisses and gasps as you cleaned his wounds, you knew it was not pleasant, but you wanted to make sure he would not have an infection. After cleaning the final cut on his chest, you lifted yourself from the bath, making your way over to the counter nearby to dispose of your used items.
“These will leave scars won’t they?” Sams voice was quiet, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted an answer to that question. You lifted your head and smiled softly at him “Women love men with scars, it makes them look mysterious” You winked at him to try and make Sam feel better, it worked somewhat as he smiled at you watching you dispose of the used medical equipment.
Sam’s eyes were upon you, his eyebrows manoeuvred into a cocky position. “Mysterious? I like the sound of that” Sam spoke as he lifted himself out of the bath, perching himself on the edge of it so he can watch you. “I don’t think I need mysterious though, I have women fawning over me anyway” Sam winked at you, you could see it caused him pain to do so, he was so stubborn and would never admit a fault or being in pain.
You rolled your eyes at the arrogant man, chuckling to yourself as you walked out of the bathroom, you knew Sam would recover just fine, you wouldn’t have left him otherwise, he was a big boy and could make his own way out of the bathroom. You found yourself in the main area of the rented room, only a king size bed lay before you, you were sure that you told the reception that you wanted 2 singles, it was now too late to rectify, the hotel was sold out for the night, and you did not have infinite money.
“Does someone need a cuddle?” You heard a sarcastic voice emanate from behind you. Sam walked past you and took a seat at the edge of the bed with a wicked grin on his face, realising the situation for himself. “Sharing the bed with you is a dream come true darling” His smirk was captivating, it caused you to smile and shake your head, you had gone this far resisting his charms, surely you could go one more night.
“As generous as that is Sam, I think I’ll stay on the sofa. Besides, you look like a quilt thief to me” Your voice was low and sultry, you did not mean it to be so, but Sam brought out the flirtatious side of you, you could not control it.
“Me? A quilt thief? I am offended! I will have you know that I am a saint in bed. No cover stealing, no snoring, just me, laid in my glorious perfection like an angel.” Sam’s voice was cocky and playful as he laid back on the bed, trying to entice you in, your eyes glossed over his shirtless body, eyes raking over his abs, wondering how they felt, watching his lips and wanting to know how they taste. You shook those thoughts from your head before Sam could notice you daydreaming.
“There are many words I could use to describe you Sam, an Angel is not one of them” A chuckle left your lips as you retrieved your beers from the hotel room fridge, it had been a long day, and you were deserving of one. You cracked one open for yourself and one for Sam, walking over to the edge of the bed you sat down and held the drink out to him.
Sam watched you intently as you sat down and took the drink from you. “You say I’m no Angel Y/N, the devil was an Angel at first” Sam’s eyebrows wiggled as he moved towards you on the bed, aiming to sit beside you.
“That’s true, until his ceremonious fall from grace” You retorted and took a long drink of your beer, leaning back on your hands on the bed, your eyebrows wiggling, enjoying the banter between you both, there was a sexual tension between the both of you that had not been noticed by Sam, you wanted to see how far you could push him.
Sam chuckled to himself, he shuffled slightly on the bed, making a little more room for you “And what a glorious fall it was” His voice was a mix of amusement and allure, he ran a hand through his hair, smoothing the tangles as much as he could as he awaited your presence next to him. “Do you know what else they say about the devil Y/N?” His voice was low and sultry, you had heard this tone before when he had charmed other women, it was just as effective on you.
“And what else do they say about the devil, Sam?” You rolled your eyes playfully at him, he was ever the flirt, and you expected a stupid response.
“They say the devil is charming, seductive, able to lure you into his trap with just a sinful look.” Sam moved closer to you as he spoke, his breath hot upon your neck, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him against you, Sam had never been this bold before and you were enjoying it. His lips were now exploring your neck, Sam was making sure to cover every possible bit of skin that he could.
“And you do look ever so sinful” Your voice was breathy and desperate; you did not even mean to voice your feelings but his lips against your neck made you weak. Your comment was barely a whisper, but it made Sam smile against your neck, he had you now and he knew you wanted this as much as he did. Sam pulled you back onto the bed with him, kissing your skin with passion, you fell into it, roaming his body just as passionately as he roamed yours. The feeling of his scars under your delicate touch, you wanted to kiss each one, to make him feel looked after and loved.
Sam helped you remove your shirt with ease, throwing it to one side, his eyes leered over your bare form, it was more than he could have imagined, you were a vision, one he could not believe was here before him. You had now moved to straddle his waist, falling into the passion that was taking over you both. Sam let out a breathy moan as he felt your body on his, his hands now gripping onto your thighs for dear life, the way his fingers were gripping into your flesh was sure to leave a mark, the thought of it made you even more desperate for him, wanting him to mark you as his.
Sam’s hands roamed your body and yours roamed his, you were both hungry for each other, this tension between you both had been threatening to spill for a while. A soft push was all it took for Sam to lay back on the bed before you, you were atop him and in control, teasing him as you saw fit, kissing his neck and biting his ear, eliciting those sweet moans from his lips. His calloused hands were rough upon the soft skin of your hips as he rolled your over, you looked at him in shock as you saw him atop you, taking every inch of your body into his memory.
You laid underneath Sam, his lean body pressed against you, it was a struggle to not moan at the feeling of him against you, you had daydreamed about him atop you ever since you had met him, you had never thought it would be a reality. Sam’s lips were attacking your neck and collar bone roughly, not caring if he left any marks, you were his now anyway. As the assault on your skin carried on you felt his hands roam down your body, one hand moving to the one area you were desperate to feel him. One hand finally found its way to your core, his fingers rubbing against your throbbing clit, causing you to tremble and moan underneath him.
Sam’s face was buried in the crook of your neck, revelling in the sounds of your moans, trying hard not to rub against your leg beneath him, craving relief. As you were nearing your climax, Sam removed his hand from your core, the whimper that escaped your lips was like music to his ears, knowing he could elicit such a reaction from you was mind blowing to him. Your breath was ragged, you were desperate and craved relief from him now, kissing him with passion and pulling him towards you.
Sam enjoyed the attention you were giving him, the affection and desperation for his touch was like a melody to him. He had wanted you as much as you now wanted him, he was more than happy to acquiesce to your desires. You were beneath him, desperate for him, Sam swiped his girthy length between your wet slick folds, revelling in the sounds of your moans before he pressed himself into you. It was a shock at first, you felt your body stretch around him, you loved the pain of it, getting used to it with every thrust.
Your bodies were now entwined with each other, a sweaty mess of euphoria, Sam had given a few more thrusts before you both climaxed, you were both breathless as you felt the ecstasy rush through your body. Laid in bed together you were silent, feeling the afterglow of your intimate encounter.
You laid with your head on Sam’s chest affectionately. “Work isn’t going to be weird is it?” You asked jokingly, releasing the tension in the air. Sam stroked your hair softly, taking time to kiss the top of your head. “It will only be weird if you want it to be sweetheart.”
Thinking that I may be due my annual playthrough of Uncharted 4, re igniting my obsession for Sam Drake and hopefully being able to write more stuff about him
