Sam held her tight to him, his lips pressing fiercely against hers. He nearly let out a moan of excitement when she didn't push him away. Keeping his lips on hers, he bent slightly and lifted her up, slipping an arm under her legs whilst holding her tightly around the waist. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes, wishing she could look back at him. I love you, he thought, knowing she would only laugh if he said that to her. Instead he began walking towards the open door of the plush bedroom. As he walked he kissed her gently again, keeping his eyes open to see where he was going.

Approaching the bed, Sam braced his legs, lowering Triska gently down. Leaning over her, his arms taking his full weight, he kissed her again before standing up and shutting the bedroom door. It was dark in the room, the window letting in the blues and purples of the night sky. Sam's gaze wandered back to the bed and he smiled, drinking in the image of Triska lying on the bed. Slowly, almost scared she'd jump up and slap him again, he approached the bed and slid down beside her. He reached out a trembling hand and ran a finger down the soft skin of her cheek, continuing down her neck and to the curve of her breast, before he lost confidence and pulled away again. "I..I..." He just couldn't make the words form in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he stilled himself. "I haven't done anything like this in such a long time..." He sounded pathetic, a stupid little school boy, but in truth, the last time he'd been this close to a woman, he had been exactly that.

Sam felt his lips tingle as she pressed hers against his. Slowly but deliberately he slid his arms around her, holding her close to him. His senses were alive as he ran a finger up her back, the gesture bringing his body to life with he intimacy. He slid a tentative hand beneath her top and carressed the soft skin of her back; his rough, calloused fingers an embarrasment next to the satin quality of her skin. He shuddered, passion coursing through his veins as he made the kiss deeper.

Sam's breath came in short, sharp bursts as he was plunged into simulated blindness. Straight away his other senses heightened; he could feel her hovering millimeters above him, feel the way the miniscule hairs which covered his arms stood on end as she kissed him, hear the rustling of the bedclothes as she shifted her body weight. Reaching slowy up to her, not wanting to buffet her in the face with a clumsy hand, he slipped his arms around her back and pulled her against him desperate to taste her lips again, feel that spark run through him again. In his temporary blindness, he missed her lips a couple of times before they finally made contact, his embrace firm and passionate. He couldn't believe the emotions she bought out in him. He felt his true age; not battered and scarred by maturity being thrust apon him. He felt alive.

Sam shivered under her touch, his body and mind yearning for her. "Triska," he murmered, faint light filtering through his eye lids. His hands slid down her back before tugging off her clothes and shivering at the touch of her skin against his. "I promise I'll keep my eyes closed if you just kiss me again," he whispered, excerting pressure on her back, pulling her towards him. His throat was dry but he didn't care. The burning pain was nothing in comparison to the need he felt to be near her, touching her, inside her. If she didn't yeild soon, he may actually die. His breathing was fast and ragged as he caught the scent of her on a soft breeze wafting through the window and stirring the curtains.