Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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Sam lingered on enjoying her skin until he felt his own arousal kick as he forgot the world around them. Fiona caught the sound of the metal clasp and leather as he unfastened his belt, and he lifted one of her legs to wrap about his waist. She began to feel his solid shaft press to her folds, but he made sure to take his time and make sure she felt comfortable and safe.
 
Fiona whimpered as she heard the sound of metal and leather as Sam freed himself, pressing into her body with a sweet slowness. She gasped, her legs parting further to accommodate him. She wanted to jump out of her skin, but he was treating her so sweetly that she relaxed.

"Sam...." She murmured, turning her head to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.
 
Sam let out a soft groan into their kiss as he continued to press inward, until he was seated fully between her thighs. He took in a deep breath before his hands found her hips, and his lips began to wander once more when he set a slow and lovely rhythm.
 
Before there had been pain. No one had ever stopped to ensure that she were alright. Sam set a lovely pace, ensuring that this was something they would both enjoy. Fiona clenched her body around him, gasping as that feeling of deep, warm pleasure intensified as his fingers closed around her hips. This could very well be heaven, she thought to herself. There was nowhere else she would rather be than beneath Sam Ghis, beneath that lovely tree, under the blue sky.
 
After a long moment of settling into the pace and hearing nothing but the rustling leaves above them and their own quiet sounds of pleasure, Sam wrapped his arms beneath Fiona with a soft chuckle, kissing her like his life depended on it. He was enjoying himself far more than he'd ever let himself admit at any other time.
 
Fiona wrapped her own arms around Sam's neck, kissing him with the passion that he was showing her. She had a small grin on her lips, reveling in the joy that Sam had to share with her. He was happy, laughing as they made love. It was certainly an experience that she had never had before in her life.

"God, Sam." She panted, nuzzling against him as he set a beautiful pace for the both of them. "Please don't stop."
 
Though he was taking it slow and being gentle for what was undoubtedly Fiona's first time with someone who cared for her comfort, Fiona could feel the powerful muscles beneath his weather-tanned skin as they tensed and released. There was hidden, raw power there just under the surface. Perhaps one day when she welcomed it, she'd feel the extent of his strength. But for now, everything felt safe and welcoming.

"Never, love," Sam rumbled in response, trading off a bit of speed for sheer reach as he thrust deep and enjoyed every bit of flesh he could.
 
Fiona's fingers traced through Sam's short hair, allowing him to explore her skin. He was like a man possessed and each time he did something that she particularly enjoyed, she clenched around his shaft with a shiver. She wasn't particularly vocal but she would blow out a harsh breath or gasp in those moments, letting him know that she was truly enjoying it.
 
Sam wasn't terribly vocal himself, but the sounds he did make were primal and somewhat beast-like between small growls and grunts here and there. Fiona felt his arms tighten around her before he turned onto his back and welcomed her to ride him, all without breaking pace. One hand gripped her waist and the other came to her shoulder and guided her to sit up so he could reach even deeper and use her weight to his advantage.
 
Fiona gasped as Sam rolled them both until she was straddling his hips, his strong hands encouraging her to sit up and to ride him. She planted her hands against his chest, looking down into his green gaze as she did just that. Her hips rose and fell over the top of him, the slap of their skin loud in the silence that surrounded them. She whimpered, fingers digging against his skin as she just continued to stare into those warm eyes.
 
Sam gave her a small smirk as they locked eyes, until he drew her down just enough to reach her breasts and tend to them with adoring kisses that loved her skin more with each touch.
 
Fiona let out a long whimper as Sam pulled her down and feasted on her breasts. Her back arched slightly as she shivered with pleasure.

"Help me, Sam." She murmured, taking his hand and guiding it between her thighs.
 
Sam gladly let her guide his hand, letting her show him what she needed as their fingers moved together over her moist flesh. His soft groan let her know just how arousing her need alone was, and soon his fingers were moving independently of hers and tracing around and over her little bud. He was beginning to hit his stride, and his muscles grew more and more tense.
 
Fiona's lips parted, suddenly so dry as he helped to guide her fingers over her own wet flesh. She groaned, shaking as his fingers suddenly moved to her bud, tracing over and around it until she saw stars. It only took a few moments more before Fiona was crying out as a powerful orgasm hit her. The hand still against Sam's chest clenched against his skin, holding on for dear life.
 
Sam didn't let up for a moment, pushing her release until she almost couldn't take anymore, and then he pulled back from her just before his own limit hit him like a sudden storm. He held her tight as his powerful body began to relax finally, kissing her deeply as if he needed her more than air.
 
Fiona was still shivering as Sam held her tightly, reaching his own pleasure before kissing her as deeply as he ever had. When the kiss broke, she rested her head against his shoulder with a content sigh. Her fingers absently traced over his tattoos, memorizing everything about the moment that she possibly could. She was in love and she had just done something that she would have never fathomed in a million years.

"Thank you, Sam." She whispered, nuzzling against his cheek.
 
"I should be thankin' you, love." Sam's fingers smoothed over her back adoringly. "It sounds sappy... But I'm honored tha' you gave me somethin' so special." Kissing her once more, he met her eyes with a warm smile.
 
"You make me forget my past, sometimes." Fiona murmured softly after Sam kissed her softly, soothing his rough fingers over her back gently. "You give me hope."
 
"I'm glad to be of service," he chuckled, though he clearly took it to heart and it meant a lot to him to hear her say that. "I love you. I 'ope you know that, Fiona. An' I'm lookin' forward t'seein' where we go together."
 
Fiona gave him a true smile then, her blue eyes content as she continued to nuzzle against his cheek until hunger forced her up to get dressed. Her gown was carefully placed aside, unlike Sam's clothing which was thrown haphazardly around. It made her laugh to think that he had thought so much about her things and nothing about his own.

"Next time I promise that you can throw my clothing wherever you wish." Fiona said as she slipped into the dress and worked on the laces.
 
"I jus' figured it'd be a shame t'wrinkle tha' lovely gown," Sam said with a shrug before turning to pick up his tunic. That was when she finally caught sight of the tattoo across his back and shoulders. It was a great bear reminiscent of the Ghis crest, noble and proud and set into a strange and immaculate mix of Lunar, Erygonian, and Celtic style with the Erygonian symbols for 'family' and 'shield' set into its raised paws. Whoever had created it, it must've taken days of painful and painstaking work. Around the bear were vines and leaves, each small leaf ending with an initial in one alphabet or another, seemingly depending on who the person was that it represented.
 
"Do I have a leaf yet?" Fiona asked as she gave Sam a smile, as he turned to pull on his tunic, showing her his large tattoo. "I've always wanted one of my own, but I never had the money to spare. I suppose that's a common theme in my life, huh?"
 
"Not yet," he told her with a loving smile. "But I'm thinkin' about it." Straightening his tunic and pulling on his vest, he stopped her before she could begin pulling on her gown. His hands came to rest on her hips and he pulled her in tight against himself. "If y'ever do decide t' get a tattoo," he murmured thoughtfully, "I'll take ya to Suara. She made mine, an' she's the best there is around 'ere."
 
"We'll see how things go with Justin. Maybe some day soon I can do more than just dream." Fiona said softly as Sam pulled her in tightly.
 
"You know I'll look after ya no matter what 'appens," Sam reminded her softly with a kiss. "After all... I'd like t'keep you around. Yer fun t'chase."
 
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