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The steam rises in thick heavy curls, clinging to the tiled walls of the bathhouse like a physical weight, inside the Spa the silence is near total broken only by the rhythmic hollow drip of condensation hitting the surface of the pool.
The air is humid and smells faintly of minerals and cedar but even the warmth of the water can’t seem to reach the chill that has settled deep in your chest over the last seven days.
You sink deeper into the turquoise pool until the water laps at your chin watching the ripples spread out from your shoulders.
For a week you’ve carved out a quiet lonely space for yourself in Pelican Town avoiding the starlight of the saloon and the familiar path to Sam’s house, every time you close your eyes the image returns, sharp and unbidden, the quiet corner of the library and the low afternoon light catching the gold in Sam’s hair as he leaned in close to Penny.
They were laughing, that easy effortless sound that Sam makes when he’s truly happy and for a moment, they looked like a perfect closed circuit, a world you weren't part of.
Your mind is a chaotic mess of contradictions, you love him with a fierce terrifying intensity, you love the way his hair is never quite brushed right, the way he hums bass lines against your skin and the way he looks at you like you’re the only person who actually hears the music in his head.
But that love is exactly what makes the anger so jagged, it’s the kind of madness that comes from feeling replaceable, you wonder if you’re just another person in his orbit or if Penny -steady, kind, and bookish Penny- is the one who actually understands the parts of him that you can't reach.
The week of silence has been agonizing, you’ve wanted to reach for your phone a thousand times... to walk over to his window and throw a fuckin rock against the glass just to hear him say your name but the sting of that library scene holds you back, a stubborn barrier of pride and hurt.
You feel small in the vast echoing bathhouse, your thoughts spinning in circles as you try to reconcile the Sam who holds you like you’re precious with the Sam who looked so perfectly content in someone else’s company.
You close your eyes letting the heat of the water contrast with the cold realization that you don't know how to bridge this gap without breaking your own heart.
The steam obscures the doors, isolating you in a world of grey mist and blue water where the only thing you can hear is the frantic aching thrum of your own heart.
The heavy silence of the bathhouse suddenly fractures, it isn't a loud noise but it cuts through the mist like a blade, the unmistakable sound of the heavy door swinging open, followed by the wet rhythmic slap of bare feet against the heated tiles.
Your breath hitches, you don't turn around, you can’t, but your body betrays you, the frantic thrum in your chest skips a beat and then doubles its pace, even without looking your heart recognizes the cadence of that walk, it’s a purposeful stride lacking its usual bouncy energy and replaced by a heavy desperate determination.
The footsteps stop at the edge of the pool, for a long agonizing moment the only sound is the hiss of the steam, then the water beside you groans and swells.
Sam slides into the pool.
The displacement of the water sends a warm wave crashing against your chest forcing you to bob upward.
He doesn't say a word but the sudden proximity of him, the heat radiating off his skin and the familiar scent of his citrus shampoo mingling with the cedar air makes the atmosphere feel ten times heavier.
He settles into the turquoise depths just a few feet away, the water swirling between your bodies like a living thing.
You keep your gaze fixed on the far wall, your jaw set tight but you can feel his eyes on you, they are heavy, burning with a week’s worth of unspoken words and restless nights.
The tension in the water is thick enough to choke on, it’s a physical cord pulled taut between you, vibrating with everything you’ve been bottling up.
Out of the corner of your eye you see his blonde hair, darkened and dampened by the humidity mad clinging to his forehead, he sighs, a long shaky sound that ripples the surface of the pool and the sheer weight of his presence makes the perfect closed circuit of the library feel like it’s being forced open by his very existence.
He’s here, he found you... and the silence is about to break.
He cleared his throat, the sound rough and uncertain. "So," he starts, his voice cracking slightly before he tries to force that familiar playful lilt into his tone. "I guess this is where you’ve been hiding, and here I was thinking you’d moved to Zuzu City without telling me, you know the Spa is a pretty long walk just to avoid my terrible guitar practice right?"
He waits for the laugh or even a small annoyed huff... anything, but you remain like a statue, staring at the condensation dripping down the far tile, the joke hangs in the humid air, limp and pathetic before sinking into the water between you.
"Okay... bad joke, I get it," he mumbles, his voice dropping an octave, he edges closer, his shoulder almost brushing yours sending a small wake of warm water against your skin. "God... I’ve missed you, this week has been... I didn't realize how quiet the whole town could feel just because one person wasn't talking to me."
He reaches out, his hand dripping as it emerges from the pool to cup your cheek, his thumb brushes your skin with a tenderness that makes your heart ache and he leans in, his breath warm against your lips, eyes searching yours for an invitation to finally close the distance with a kiss.
You flinch away, turning your head so sharply it splashes.
His hand falls back into the water.
Your eyes sting, hot and traitorous as tears well up and threaten to spill, you wipe them away instantly with the back of a wet hand, a jagged angry movement.
"Hey," Sam says, his voice losing all its playfulness replaced by a raw genuine confusion. "Whoa! Hey! Talk to me! I thought you were just... I don't know busy? Tired? But you’re actually crying, what did I do? Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours please, you’ve been like a ghost for a while week and it’s killing me."
The dam finally breaks, you turn to him, your face flushed from the heat and the sheer force of the frustration boiling over.
"Oh! You're confused Sam? That’s weird," you snap, your voice trembling but sharp enough to echo off the high ceiling. "You wanna know why I’ve been a ghost? Maybe I just didn't wanna interrupt your study sessions with her, you seemed pretty occupied in the library all week, in fact you looked so happy I figured you wouldn't even notice I was gone."
Sam blinks, his brow furrowed as he stares at you completely lost. "The library? What are you... wait... Penny? You’re mad because I was at the library with Penny?"
"It wasn't just that you were 'there' Sam!" You cry out, the tears threatening to return. "It’s how you were there, I saw you! I saw the way you two were tucked away in that corner laughing and whispering over some book like the rest of the world didn't exist, you looked like a 'perfect closed circuit' Sam, like there was this whole side of your life, this easy quiet connection with her that I could never be a part of so I stayed away, I stayed away because it looked like you were doing just fine without me."
You were shaking now, your hands clenched into fists beneath the surface of the pool. "Every time I thought about calling you I just pictured you leaning in toward her and I felt... I felt replaceable, like I was just someone to hang out with until you went back to her."
Sam looks like he’s been struck, he reaches out again but this time he hesitates, his fingers hovering in the air. "Replaceable? You think I-" He breaks off, his head shaking in disbelief. "I was with Penny... yeah... but it wasn't... I mean... she’s just Penny, we were just talking, how could you think for one second that she could replace you?"
"Because you didn't tell me!" You shout, the sound echoing through the empty bathhouse. "You just disappeared into those sessions and left me to wonder why I wasn't the one making you laugh like that.”
The anger that had been keeping you upright finally collapses leaving only the raw jagged hurt underneath as a sob escapes your throat sounding small and broken against the vast echoing walls of the Spa.
You cover your face with your hands, your shoulders shaking as the tears you’ve been holding back for a week finally spill over hot and relentless mixing with the pool water on your skin.
"Oh god... no... hey! Look at me... please," Sam’s voice is frantic now, stripped of every bit of his usual cool, he didn't hesitate this time, he lunges through the water, the displacement creating a heavy swell that pushes against you as he closes the gap and wraps his arms around you, pulling your shaking body against his chest.
"It was the damn cornflowers," he blurted out, his chin resting on top of your head as he held you tight. "The cornflowers okay? That’s what we were doing."
You stiffen in his arms, your breath hitching, you pulled back just enough to look at him through blurred tear heavy lashes. "What?"
"I know how much you love them," he said, his eyes searching yours with a desperate kind of honesty. "I wanted to plant a whole patch of them near the farmhouse but I’m a disaster with anything that grows, I didn't wanna ask you and ruin the surprise so I went to Penny, she knows everything about flowers... we were looking at this old botany book because she was trying to show me how to keep them from wilting in the summer heat, that’s why we were tucked away, I was trying to be secretive so I wouldn't spoil it."
He reached up, his large calloused hands framing your face his thumbs worked tirelessly to brush away the fresh tears, his touch so light and careful as if you were made of glass. "I had no idea it looked like that... I’m a fuckin idiot, I was so focused on getting this right for you that I didn't realize I was hurting you by being gone."
The silence of the Spa felt different now, less like a void and more like a sanctuary, Sam moved even closer, his legs tangling with yours beneath the surface, his body heat radiating through the water.
"This week has been hell," he whispered, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. "I’d go to the saloon and look for you and when you weren't there... the music sounded like noise, I’d walk past your place and see your light on and I’d just stand there in the dark wondering why the air felt like it was missing oxygen, I’ve missed your voice so much it actually physically hurts in my chest."
He took a shaky breath, his eyes fixed on your lips before meeting your gaze again with a fierce intensity. "Penny is an old friend, a sister, that’s it! There is no 'closed circuit' without you, you’re the one who hears the music I’m writing before I even play a note, you’re the only one I wanna make laugh, I’m not just 'doing fine' without you... I’m barely doing anything at all."
He leaned in, pressing a soft lingering kiss to your temple then another to your cheek tasting the salt of your tears, his hands drifted down to your waist pulling you flush against him in the warm pool.
The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, the way he looked at you with a mix of adoration and profound relief made the jealousy of the past week feel like a distant fading bad dream.
"Don't ever think you're replaceable," he murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. "I’m so in love with you it scares me sometimes... I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life proving it if I have to just please... don't go quiet on me again.”
The weight of the misunderstanding finally lifted leaving you feeling breathless and light, you leaned your forehead against his, your hands resting on his wet shoulders.
"Sam... I’m so sorry," you whispered, your voice still thick from crying. "I should have just talked to you, I let my head go to these dark places and I... I should have communicated instead of just disappearing."
Sam shook his head immediately, his hands sliding from your face to pull you closer by your waist. "No, no, don't apologize baby, it’s okay! I should have been more careful, I never want you to feel like you’re on the outside of my life."
"But I was so stubborn," you insisted, looking up at him with regret. "I let a whole week go by while you were just trying to do something sweet for me."
Sam’s expression softened, a small lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, the one that always made your heart flip. "Hey! We’re both learning right? I'm just glad you're talking to me again, the silence was the worst part, I can handle you being mad at me but I can't handle you not being there."
As the words settled, the atmosphere in the Spa shifted, the emotional heavy lifting was done, leaving a vacuum that was quickly filled by the raw electric tension of a week’s worth of longing, the warmth of the water suddenly felt like it wasn't enough, you needed the heat of him.
Sam’s gaze dropped to your lips, his pupils blowing wide, the desperation he had been carrying all week suddenly surged to the surface, he didn't wait, he lunged forward, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that was hard, hungry and completely devoid of his usual gentleness.
It was a frantic collision, his hands -slick with water and heat- gripped your waist with a bruising strength pulling you flush against him until there wasn't a single inch of space left between your bodies.
You let out a soft moan into his mouth, your hands flying up to wrap firmly around his neck, fingers tangling in the damp golden hair at the nape of his neck to pull him even closer.
"God! I missed you," he groaned against your lips, the words muffled by the intensity of the kiss as he didn't break the contact, he couldn't, it was as if he was trying to breathe you in, to make up for every second of the last seven days in a single breath. "I missed you so much... it was driving me crazy."
His kisses became more demanding, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you parted for him, deepening the kiss into something soul searing, his touch became restless, his hands roaming upward from your waist, his palms hot against your skin as they traced the curve of your ribs.
Every touch was desperate, a silent plea for you to never leave again.
He pressed you back against the smooth edge of the pool, his body acting as a delicious weight that pinned you in place.
"I thought I was going to lose my mind," he rasped against your jaw, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "Every time I saw something funny, I’d turn to tell you and you weren't there, I hated it, I hated every second of it."
"I'm here," you whispered, your voice breaking as you tilted your head back giving him better access to the sensitive column of your throat. "Sam I’m so sorry... I... hahh~... I'm not going anywhere."
He groaned, a low guttural sound that seemed to rumble through the water as his mouth found yours again, this kiss was even more demanding than the last, a messy desperate exchange of breath and heat.
You reached down, your fingers gliding over his damp skin until you could hook your legs firmly around his waist locking him into the cradle of your hips.
The shift in position pulled him flush against you and the sensation of his hardness pressing through his trunks against your center made your head swim.
Sam let out a choked sound of approval, his large hands sliding down to grip the undersides of your thighs holding you steady as he began to move.
He rocked his hips forward, a slow deliberate grind that forced a sharp gasp from your lungs, he was thick and heavy against you and the friction of the wet fabric between you was both a tease and a torture.
"Do you have any idea..." he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued that agonizingly slow rhythm, "how many times I laid in bed this week just imagining this? Thinking about how you feel? How you taste?"
He moved again, a more forceful thrust of his hips that made you arch your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.
You were so hungry for the contact, for the solid undeniable proof that he belonged to you, you tightened your legs around him pulling him even deeper into the friction, your own body seeking out the rhythm he was setting.
"More," you whimpered, the word lost in the curve of his neck. "Sam... please."
"I've got you," he breathed, his hands roaming back up to frame your face, his thumbs forcing you to look at him, his eyes were dark, clouded with a fierce possessive love. "I've got you baby, I'm never letting that silence happen again, I'm gonna spend the rest of the night making sure you know exactly who I belong to."
He crashed his lips back onto yours, his tongue sweeping inside to claim you once more as his lower body kept up that steady driving pressure.
The water around you churned, heated by the Spa and the skyrocketing temperature of your bodies as the steam swallowed the world and left only the two of you locked together in a desperate beautiful mess of forgiveness and fire.
The heat of the bathhouse was nothing compared to the fire spreading between your bodies, Sam’s movements became more rhythmic and urgent, his hips grinding against yours with a desperate pressure that had you clawing at his back.
The friction of your bodies moving together in the water created a heavy wet sound that echoed off the tiles fueling the hunger that had been building for seven long days.
"You're so beautiful," Sam groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he began to trail hot wet bites along your collarbone, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin. "I missed this, I missed the way you smell, the way you feel... I was going crazy for you."
You threw your head back, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as you arched your chest toward him. "Sam please... don't stop… I… ahh!~... I missed you so much."
His hands -slick and steady- reached for the ties of your bikini top, with a quick practiced tug the fabric loosened and fell away, floating on the surface of the turquoise water.
Sam pulled back for a second, his breath hitching as he looked at you in the dim steamy light, the adoration in his eyes was thick enough to touch.
"God… you're perfect," he whispered before leaning down. " I'd rather die than to stay away for even one more second."
His mouth found your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he took the aching peak into his mouth, he sucked deeply, his tongue flickering against you as a loud shattered moan escaped your lips, echoing through the empty Spa.
You tightened your legs around his waist pulling him so close that there wasn't a breath of space left, your own hips beginning to grind back against him in an instinctive hungry search for more.
"I love the way you sound," Sam murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating through your chest, he moved to the other side, his hands sliding down to your ass to lift you higher ensuring every thrust of his hips met yours with perfect punishing friction.
The sensation was overwhelming, the contrast of the hot water against your backs and the searing heat of your skin meeting.
You felt every muscle in his thighs and back tensing as he worked to make up for lost time, your mind was a blur of sensation, the jealousy and the hurt had been completely replaced by an electric driving need to be one with him.
"Sam… nghh~… I'm... I'm so close," you gasped, your breath coming in short ragged bursts, you felt the tension building at the base of your spine, a coil that was ready to snap.
"Me too baby…haha… me too," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked, he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more powerful, his hands gripping you with a possessive strength. "Look at me… open your eyes and look at me."
You opened your eyes to find him staring at you with a fierce raw intensity, he looked like a man who had finally found his way home.
"I love you," he choked out, his movements becoming frantic. "Only you… always you baby."
As he said the words he gave one final deep grind of his hips, his body shuddering violently, the physical sensation sent you over the edge.
You cried out his name, your head falling onto his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your internal muscles clenching tightly.
Sam groaned your name into your ear, his own release hitting him so hard he had to bury his face in your neck to stifle a shout.
For several long minutes Sam didn't let go, he kept you locked in his arms, his chest heaving against yours as the steam continued to rise around you.
"I've got you," he whispered, his voice returning to its soft gentle lilt as he kissed your forehead. "I've got you… we're okay."
He pulled back just an inch, his blue eyes searching yours, softened by a vulnerability you rarely saw. "Are you still mad at me?" He whispered, his voice cracking. "Please tell me you’re not mad anymore, I can’t go back to how it was this morning."
You looked at him, seeing the genuine worry etched into his features and your heart finally fully thawed. "I'm not mad Sam," you breathed, reaching up to brush a damp strand of hair from his eyes. "I’m really not, I'm just sorry it took us this long to get here."
To prove it you leaned in and captured his lips again, this wasn't the frantic desperate collision from before, it was slow, deep and heavy with emotion.
Your tongues met with a rhythmic grace, tasting like the minerals of the water and the heat of the room, it was a kiss of total reconciliation, a promise that the gap had been closed.
After a long moment Sam broke the kiss just enough to murmur against your mouth. "God… I love you, do you wanna get out? We could head back to my place... or yours, just get home and spend the rest of the night in a real bed."
A mischievous spark flickered in your chest, you didn't move your legs from around his waist, instead you let your hand slip beneath the surface of the water, your palm gliding down the firm muscles of his stomach until your fingers wrapped around the heavy pulsing length of his cock.
He was still rock hard, his body refusing to settle even after the first climax.
Sam’s eyes blew wide, letting out a sharp ragged hitch of breath. "You think we can even make it to the door like this?" You teased, your thumb grazing the tip.
He groaned, his head falling back as his grip on your waist tightened until it was almost bruising. "I... I don't think I can walk… let alone get home," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low gravelly register. “This week was really the worst."
"I can help with that," you whispered, leaning in to kiss gently on his neck. " You can use me however you want baby.”
Sam let out a low growl, his hands moving with sudden focused intent as he reached down, in the privacy of the swirling steam he worked the rest of your swim clothes away letting them drift off into the shadows of the pool, he did the same for himself until there was nothing left between you but the warm mineral rich water.
He pulled you flush against him, the sensation of skin on skin sending a fresh jolt of electricity through you. "I love you so much," he muttered, his lips catching yours in a series of short bruising kisses. "I’m gonna make up for every single second of that last week, I’m gonna make sure you’re so exhausted you can’t even remember her name."
You arched your back, your chest pressing against his as you looked him dead in the eye, your voice a challenge and a plea all at once. "Then prove it Sam, prove to me that you're mine… All of you."
A dark possessive look took over his face, the look of a man who finally had exactly what he had been starving for. "I’m gonna do more than prove it," he whispered, his voice vibrating against your lips. "You’re the only one who has ever made me feel like this and I’m gonna spend the rest of this night reminding you that I don't breathe right unless you're right here."
You leaned forward, your lips catching his in a deep desperate seal while your hand moved beneath the water guiding him toward you.
The moment his tip brushed against your entrance, a synchronized moan broke from both your throats muffled by the pressure of the kiss but vibrating through your entire bodies.
Sam’s breath hitched as he took over with a sudden possessive surge of energy, he gently took your hand moving it from his member up to his neck, his fingers lacing through yours for a fleeting second before he gripped the edge of the pool to steady himself.
He guided himself inside you with agonizing slowness, inch by inch, stretching you open until you were completely filled.
Both of you gasped into the kiss, your tongues tangling as you sought more of each other, the sensation was overwhelming, after seven days of cold distance, the heat of your inner walls was almost too much to bear.
"I missed this so much," Sam rasped against your lips, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and raw need. "I missed how you feel... how perfectly you fit around my dick."
You pulled his head closer, your fingers digging into his damp hair as you buried your face in his neck. "Me too," you whimpered, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry Sam... I'm so, so sorry."
"Shhhh! I've got you baby," he whispered, his voice a low vibration against your skin. "I've got you."
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, letting the friction build as the water swirled around your joined bodies.
You tightened your legs around his waist locking your ankles behind his back, urging him to go deeper, the week of silence had created a hollow ache in your chest and every time he pushed into you, that hole felt like it was finally being mended.
"More Sam… ah-huhh!~... Please… more!" You begged, your voice echoing off the tiled walls.
"Whatever you want baby," he groaned, his pace quickening as he abandoned all pretense of gentleness, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his mouth finding the sensitive skin there as he began to leave a trail of marks, dark possessive bruises on your neck and chest claiming you in the most primal way he knew how.
He shifted his angle slightly, lifting your hips higher in the water to target your g spot with a sharp upward tilt.
When he hit the mark, a loud shattered scream escaped your lips, your head tossing back as pleasure spiked through your entire nervous system.
"Sam! Oh god!... Sam… don't stop… you’re… ahhh!~... you're everything… you’re the only thing I want!" You cried out, your voice raw with honesty.
Sam’s eyes flared with a dark triumphant fire. "That's it," he growled, his voice thick with his own approaching peak. "Say it again… remind me you're mine."
He didn't wait for an answer, he reached up and pulled your face back to his for a hard bruising kiss that tasted of salt and desperation, his movements became frantic, a blurring rhythm of skin and water as he drove into you with a power that left you breathless making sure that every inch of you knew exactly where he belonged.
The isolation of the last week was gone, replaced by a connection so intense it felt like you were breathing the same air, your hearts beating in a frantic unified rhythm against the heat of the Spa.
The slow deep thrusts had vanished, replaced by a desperate driving pace that made the water splash violently against the pool's edge, Sam’s hands were no longer gentle, they gripped your hips with a possessive strength, his knuckles white as he anchored you to him.
"Sam… please," you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension inside you coiled tighter and tighter reaching a point of no return. "I’m so close... I can’t… I need you to…"
"I’ve got you baby," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked. “I'm right here… give it all to me baby.”
He doubled his efforts, his hips snapping forward with a powerful relentless rhythm that hit that perfect spot every single time, he buried his face in your hair, his breath hot against your ear as he groaned your name like a mantra.
The friction, the heat of the water and the sheer emotional weight of the past week collided into a single sharp point of focus.
You let out a long shattered scream that echoed off the high ceiling of the bathhouse as your orgasm tore through you, it was violent and beautiful, waves of white hot pleasure radiating from where you were joined and pulsing through your entire body.
Your internal muscles clamped down on him in tight rhythmic pulses as you clung to his neck so hard your nails left crescents in his skin.
Sam didn't stop immediately, he slowed his movements gently rocking into you to prolong the sensations keeping you balanced on the edge of that peak for as long as possible, he was careful, eventually coming to a complete standstill so the sensitivity wouldn't turn into pain, his body still trembling with the effort of holding back his own release.
"That’s it… look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with adoration as he kissed your sweat dampened temple. "You’re so beautiful, you're so perfect for me."
But as the physical high began to settle, the emotional dam broke once again, sobbing breaths replaced your moans as you buried your face in his chest, hot tears mingling with the pool water on your cheeks.
Sam’s heart hammered against your ribs, he immediately pulled back, his eyes wide with sudden fear. "Baby? Hey what’s wrong?" He pulled you into a crushing hug, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. "Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn't mean to…"
"No, no," you choked out, shaking your head against his shoulder as you held him tighter. "You didn't hurt me… I just... I love you so much… I'm so sorry I wasted… a whole week being mad... I missed you so much."
Sam let out a long shaky breath of relief, kissing the top of your head and rocking you gently in the water. "Come on, it's okay baby, we’re together now that’s all that matters, no more silence okay? I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere."
He tilted your chin up, his gaze soft and lingering before he leaned down for a slow sweet kiss, it started as a comfort, a way to anchor you but as your lips moved together the sweetness began to melt back into heat.
The taste of him, the feel of his skin and the realization that he was still incredibly hard inside you sent a fresh wave of desire through your nerves.
You pulled back just an inch, your breath hitching. "Sam... can you move again? Please?"
He blinked, his hands sliding down to your waist. "Are you sure? I don't wanna overdo it, I want you to be okay."
"I’m sure," you whispered, your voice growing steady and desperate as you tightened your legs around his waist making him feel how incredibly tight you are around him. "Please Sam... I wanna feel you again… I want you to cum inside me please."
Sam let out a low guttural groan, his eyes darkening as he felt the way you were squeezing him, he was aching, his body tight and strained from holding back for so long. "God… you’re so tight," he rasped, his voice dropping into that deep hungry register. "I don't think I could stop even if I wanted to."
He began to move again, his thrusts deep and heavy, the friction of your bodies in the water feeling even more intense than before, he felt every inch of you, the closeness making his head spin as he realized he finally had you back, not just in his arms but completely and utterly his.
Sam’s hands were slick and restless roaming over your back and waist as he pulled you closer, his mouth devouring yours in a kiss that tasted of salt, minerals and a week’s worth of starved affection.
"I want you to cum again baby," Sam rasped against your lips, his voice trembling with a raw masculine hunger. "I wanna feel you come apart for me again… Please."
"Yeah... yeah please Sam," you whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you sought the friction he was offering. “I'll do baby… Ahh!~ I will!”
He didn't wait, while his lower body maintained a punishing driving rhythm he reached down between you, his hand finding you through the warm water, he began to rub your clit with a firm relentless pressure that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core.
You let out a muffled scream into the kiss, your body bucking against him, when you tried to pull back, your head tossing from the sheer intensity of the sensation, Sam wouldn't let you.
He wrapped a hand around the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your damp hair to hold you steady deepening the kiss until you were breathless.
"I've got you," he growled into your mouth, his own control fraying at the edges. "I'm so close... god… I'm sorry… I'm losing it… I can't hold back…"
"S’okay," you gasped, your voice shattered and desperate. "Don't hold back… hahh!~... Please Sam… more… give me more."
That was the breaking point, Sam let out a guttural sound abandoning your clit to focus entirely on the raw driving power of his thrusts, he gripped your thighs lifting you slightly higher to change the angle and began to move with a speed and force that made the water splash over the edges of the pool.
The wet rhythmic slap of your bodies meeting echoed through the bathhouse punctuated by your loud uninhibited moans.
"I'm… I'm right there," Sam choked out, his eyes blown wide and dark with sweat dripping from his brow. "I'm so close baby… I'm gonna-... ah fuck~...”
"I wanna feel you," you cried out, your legs locking even tighter around his waist, your heart hammering against his. "I wanna feel you… cumming inside me Sam!... Please!"
The command broke whatever was left of his restraint, he moved even faster, a blurring rhythm of skin and heat.
You were both moaning loudly onto each other's lips, your mouths meeting in short bruising kisses whenever you could catch a breath.
With one final deep agonizingly powerful thrust Sam lost himself, he let out a loud wrecked groan that echoed off the tiles as he came inside you, the force of his release so intense it felt like he was pouring his very soul into you, it was a hard pulsing orgasm that racked his entire frame, his muscles locking tight as he held himself deep within you.
The sheer intensity of his climax, the heat, the pressure and the raw emotion of it sent you over the edge for a third time, you let out a long high pitched cry, your body shuddering in a violent beautiful sequence of contractions that seemed to go on forever.
Sam didn't stop kissing you though his movements had finally stilled, he peppered your face, your neck and your shoulders with frantic messy kisses, he tried to tell you he loved you but the words were lost to his ragged gasping breath.
“I... love... god..." He managed, his voice trailing off into a series of spent shaky moans.
You stayed like that for a long time, held together by the lightness of the water and the strength of Sam’s arms, you were completely spent, your bodies heavy and glowing with a deep warm satisfaction.
The silence of the Spa was no longer cold or distant, it was warm, intimate and filled with the sound of two hearts finally beating in time again.
The week of hurt had been burned away, leaving only the quiet beautiful reality of being back where you belonged.
You rested your head on Sam’s shoulder, your breath finally evening out as the water lapped gently against your skin.
Sam’s arms were still anchored firmly around you, his hands tracing slow mindless patterns across your back as if he was rememorizing the feel of you.
"You okay?" He whispered, his voice low and gravelly vibrating against your ear, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb gently catching a stray drop of water on your cheek.
"Better than okay," you murmured, offering him a small tired smile, the week of heartache felt like it happened in a different lifetime. “I'll always be okay as long as I'm yours."
Sam sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "I mean it baby, I'm gonna be more mindful, I never want you to feel like you have to hide away or that there’s any part of my life you aren't welcome in, if I’m doing something stupid, which let's face it happens a lot just tell me, I'd rather have you yell at me than have this silence again."
"I will," you promised, reaching up to tangle your fingers in the damp golden hair at the nape of his neck. "No more disappearing."
Eventually the cooling water signaled it was time to move, Sam helped you toward the steps of the pool, his hand never leaving yours.
In the dressing room the transition back to the real world felt soft and hazy, you were still a bit shaky but Sam took over with a quiet focused tenderness.
He grabbed a heavy towel wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling you into him to rub the dampness from your skin.
He moved with a slow domestic care drying your back and helping you pull your clothes on over your skin and even kneeling to help you with your shoes, he treated you like something precious, like something he had almost lost and was now determined to protect.
"Wanna take a shower?" He asked, his hands lingering on your waist as he looked up at you. "Wash this sex filled water off?"
You leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "Yeah... but can we go to my place please? I just wanna be home with you."
Sam’s expression softened into that lopsided grin you loved so much. "Sure thing baby, anywhere you want." He stood up, pulling his own hoodie over his head and grabbing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours.
As you stepped out of the Spa and into the crisp night air of Pelican Town the stars seemed to shine a little brighter over the mountain.
The walk home was quiet but it was a full comfortable silence, the kind that didn't need words to bridge the gap.
Sam kept you tucked close to his side, his thumb stroking the back of your hand the entire way.
The "perfect closed circuit" hadn't been him and Penny after all, it was right here, in the rhythmic sound of your footsteps hitting the dirt path together heading toward a warm house and a long peaceful night where the only thing that mattered was that he was yours… and you were home.