Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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"We can certainly work on tha'," Sam nodded slightly, reaching out to caress her cheek gently. He soon slipped into the bed beside her and drew her in for a long, warm kiss.
 
Fiona went willingly into his arms, sighing as he kissed her warmly. How many nights had she dreamed of this, she asked herself as she wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and held him tightly.
 
Sam simply enjoyed kissing her for a while, his arms looped about her waist. When they parted, he smiled down at her and pressed a kiss to her neck. "We've got plenty o' time, y'know... with th'snow, th'festival will 'ave a slow start..."
 
"Don' pull tha' on me," Sam chuckled. "I'll let you get a little more sleep if yer no' interested."
 
Fiona looked at Sam for the longest moment, her heart aching slightly. The last time she had seen Sam, it had been one the most horrible nights of her life. She didn't want to hurt Sam any more but he seemed so happy.

"I just...I still feel terrible about what happened." Fiona said softly, her blue eyes looking into his own.
 
Sam's arms wrapped a little tighter around her and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I know there's no' much I can say t'make tha' go away... but I promise you we can get past it," he murmured
 
"I know." Fiona said softly as she hugged Sam tightly and kissed his cheek. "I have missed you desperately."
 
"Even when I was still angry... I missed you," Sam murmured. "I suppose I convinced myself tha' I'd jus' bury myself in work an' not bother with love ever again. An' I think Ma was afraid o' tha' too."
 
"You deserve to be loved, Sam. I know that you doubt that sometimes, but you deserve to be loved." Fiona said as he admitted that he had missed her even when he was angry. "You're a good man. Probably better than I deserve but I will never take for granted the fact that you chose me."
 
"Don' ever think you don' deserve somethin', Fiona," Sam encouraged softly. "Yer a good woman."
 
Fiona pressed her forehead against his own, closing her eyes as she soaked in those words. He loved her and she deserved him. Soon enough, she was kissing him again, pressing herself against his body as a welcome invitation.
 
Sam certainly took his time, not wanting to rush after such an unguarded moment. He pressed her slowly onto her back and practically made love to her skin alone, slow and sure with each kiss and touch.
 
Fiona's fingers were tangled in Sam's short hair, holding him close as he worshipped her. It seemed like mere moments before she was undressed, bare before him for the first time since their parting. Part of her was incredibly nervous but she knew that she loved him and he loved her. Whatever happened they would get through together.
 
If Sam felt any hesitation, he didn't show it. He just wanted to lose himself in the moment and enjoy reconnecting with Fiona. He only left her for a moment to toss aside his own clothes before he returned to draw her in tight and wrap her legs about his waist.
 
A soft moan left Fiona's lips as Sam wrapped her legs around his waist and drew her in tightly. Her fingers clung to his broad shoulders, gasping as she felt his hard member pressing against her wet folds. He was the only man that had ever made her feel this way and she loved him deeply because of it.
 
With confidence and a grace and steadfast strength she'd come to expect from him, Sam seated himself fully between her thighs with a soft grunt that was almost a groan of enjoyment. He picked up an easy stride and his powerful shoulders created a solid foundation for her to hold onto.
 
The dark sound of enjoyment that issued from Sam's lips made pleasure race up Fiona's spine. Her eyes fluttered, fingernails gripping his skin so tightly as her fox struggled against her just beneath the surface. She wanted attention in the worst way, but still Fiona held back, gasping and whimpering with each rhythmic thrust of Sam's hips against her own.

"Eldere." She whimpered, using an unfamiliar word that she had heard so many times from members of the tribes.
 
Recognizing the Lunar word, Sam leaned in and whispered against her ear in Erygonian a dark, husky tone that let her know he wanted her to let loose, even if she couldn't understand most of what he was saying beyond the word for 'fox.'
 
Fiona shook her head as Sam leaned in and whispered those words against her ear, the language dark and rough. She felt as if something were about to burst through her skin as his hit breath licked at her sensitive ear. Her fox frightened her, even the the animal had only ever been gentle and submissive within her. She had never gotten the chance to explore with her before. It seemed that Sam wanted to meet her right then and there.

Fiona turned her head and captured Sam's lips with her own, her hands moving everywhere that she could reach. Her nails raked across his skin as that long elusive doc finally came free. Fiona couldn't speak, instead grunting and whimpering like a wild animal as he continued to love her. Soon enough, the fox was breaking their kiss, her lips moving along the curve of his throat until she was biting down firmly on the space between his neck and shoulder.
 
Sam let out a muted grunt at the sudden pain, but his hands pressed her more tightly against his chest. He pressed a possessive kiss to her temple, and he returned the favor by pinning her firmly to the sheets and letting her feel more of that raw power hidden in his powerful body, but he didn't unleash it completely just yet.
 
Fiona gasped, her teeth biting more firmly on Sam's skin as he held her so incredibly tight. She was soon pinned to the bed, his hips stroking sure and fast into her body. There was really nothing she could do but hold on for dear life. Her fox was incredibly exciting, pushing her hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
 
Sam couldn't hold out long and he knew it, so one of his hands found its way to her little bud and began to massage over and around it in time with his thrusts like the first time they'd made love. He would have more to show her in the future, but for now, they were experiencing her wild side and more of his strength.
 
Fiona let out a gasp as his thick fingers found their way to her bud, massaging it until she exploded. Her fox let out a strangled howl, her face pressing against his throat to ride out the wave of pleasures that shook her from head to toe.
 
Sam drew back in the middle of her orgasm, bracing himself against his own until he slumped down at her side with an arm lazily draped across her waist. Little droplets of blood had formed on his shoulder where her canine teeth had dug in, only one of them bleeding slowly. But Sam hardly cared. He had scars on his hip from her nails. Any scar that might be left behind on his shoulder would be another medal for the collection.
 
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