Ch. 8 - A Flirtatious Morning
3am. The sun slowly crept up over the distant hills and the few-branched trees of the park where Laura and Sam had spent the night. As the beautiful sunset had turned into a speckled black sky they both had fallen into each other’s arms and sunk into deep sleep, a sleep which was just as heavenly as the night before the world had changed for better or for worse, neither new….all that was obvious was their love for each other, and nothing would ever change that.
Laura arose from her resting spot on Sam’s chest, and rubbed her eyes greeting the new day with warmth and contentment. When suddenly she realized how long she’d been out and grabbing Sam’s wrist violently to check the time she screamed bloody murder…
“Ah!”
“What? What?” Sam asked drastically.
“It’s 3am!”
“Shh! The birds can hear you,” he said grinning. Big mistake.
“I’m serious Sam! I was supposed to be home hours ago!” she shouted, leaping up off the bench quickly, but not fast enough. Sam, still trying to wake up, grabbed her from her standing position to her newfound position, right on top of him.
“Okay, Sam, I love you I really do, but I—” she was silenced by Sam’s lips upon hers.
“You were saying?”
“Um……nothing,” she said, pulling his mouth onto hers hungrily. Sam had several attempts of getting away, but when she started twisting her fingers through his hair, push her tongue into his mouth, and squeeze her arms under his shirt to play with the lines down his back with her fingers….well, he just couldn’t resist. And it was just three in the morning…..why not?
But after about twenty minutes of this, Laura broke off the extreme makeout section, and silently rose from Sam’s lap, brushing her fingers through his hair.
Sam completely unaware that she had left was quite shocked when he came to the realization, and exclaimed greatly…
“Hey!” he said getting up and running after her.
“Catch me if you can!” Laura shouted, sprinting farther away.
“Laura! Come back!” he said, slowing down.
“No! You have to catch me first!” she said licking her lips, running backwards before turning around again.
“Laura! You can’t do this to me!” he shouted across to her. Unfortunately she was already a good block or two ahead of him. He collapsed against a tree, and just sat there waiting for her return.
After a few minutes, Sam thought he saw a glance of Laura a little ways a way, and he used his “fake cry” to draw her to him. It worked exactly as he’d liked to of thought it would….well, not exactly.
“Sir?”
“Yes?” Sam muttered under his “crying” breath.
“Young man, are you alright?”
“Oh come on Laura, stop playing with me,” Sam said, but this time he looked up and to his surprise it was not Laura. Laura as he now found out had just tapped him on the shoulder, and was looking down on him from the other side.
“Having fun, Sam?” Laura asked snickering as Sam slightly smirked guiltily.
“Young man, I am not this ‘Laura.’ Are you alright?” the old granny type woman asked, feeling Sam’s forehead.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m alright.”
“Are you sure, Sam?” Laura asked giggling.
“Yes, I’m alright. I’m sorry if I led you astray ma’am.”
“Yes, me too,” the granny said walking away a little disturbed.
“Oh Sam, you are so adorable!” Laura said, falling into his lap and kissing him lightly, before making it more passionate within seconds. But Sam would not let this happen….AGAIN!
“No Laura!” he shouted, forcing her mouth off of his.
“What?” Laura asked, shocked.
“You can’t do this to me….ANOTHER TIME! I CAN’T TAKE IT!”
“Wow,” Laura said, trying hard not to smirk. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about this, Sam, please go on.”
“Do not smirk at me, Laura Chapman! I love you more than life itself, really, and there is nothing I love more than making out with you. But honestly, you cannot get me so emotionally attached to you within minutes and then run off! It’s not fair!” he said, whining out the last half.
“Oh, I’m sorry Sam, I was just having a little fun,” she said twirling one of her curls in her forefinger.
“It wasn’t fun for me.” Then, with a little roll of Laura’s eyes Sam changed his answer…suggestively.
“Not even a little?” tempted Laura.
“Well….maybe a little.”
“I knew it!” she said embracing him. “But I seriously have to go now.”
“Laura!” Sam shouted demandingly.
“Don’t worry, you’re coming too,” she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him up with her. “Let’s go!” she said, running off with him.
“Wait!”
“What? It’s 6am already!”
“It is not! It’s only 3:30! What watch are you looking at, Laura Chapman?” Sam asked, slightly coy.
Laura giggled. “Oh Sam…I know.”
“Uh…” Sam said questionably, as Laura hit him on the head.
“Well….it WILL be 6 once we get there! So we better get moving then, right? Come on, say yes!”
“Well…..” Sam paused, getting lost in Laura’s adorable impatient brown eyes, and kissing her one more time before heading out. Let’s just say it was unbelievable, and in Laura’s own words…
“A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!” she was speechless after that, standing there in silence.
“Come on. You have to go, don’t you?” he said smirking as sexy as Laura had seen him yet.
“Yeah,” she said running after him. It was an unforgettable morning and together they ran off into the sunrise, hoping to at one point during the day reach Laura’s house.
Laura arose from her resting spot on Sam’s chest, and rubbed her eyes greeting the new day with warmth and contentment. When suddenly she realized how long she’d been out and grabbing Sam’s wrist violently to check the time she screamed bloody murder…
“Ah!”
“What? What?” Sam asked drastically.
“It’s 3am!”
“Shh! The birds can hear you,” he said grinning. Big mistake.
“I’m serious Sam! I was supposed to be home hours ago!” she shouted, leaping up off the bench quickly, but not fast enough. Sam, still trying to wake up, grabbed her from her standing position to her newfound position, right on top of him.
“Okay, Sam, I love you I really do, but I—” she was silenced by Sam’s lips upon hers.
“You were saying?”
“Um……nothing,” she said, pulling his mouth onto hers hungrily. Sam had several attempts of getting away, but when she started twisting her fingers through his hair, push her tongue into his mouth, and squeeze her arms under his shirt to play with the lines down his back with her fingers….well, he just couldn’t resist. And it was just three in the morning…..why not?
But after about twenty minutes of this, Laura broke off the extreme makeout section, and silently rose from Sam’s lap, brushing her fingers through his hair.
Sam completely unaware that she had left was quite shocked when he came to the realization, and exclaimed greatly…
“Hey!” he said getting up and running after her.
“Catch me if you can!” Laura shouted, sprinting farther away.
“Laura! Come back!” he said, slowing down.
“No! You have to catch me first!” she said licking her lips, running backwards before turning around again.
“Laura! You can’t do this to me!” he shouted across to her. Unfortunately she was already a good block or two ahead of him. He collapsed against a tree, and just sat there waiting for her return.
After a few minutes, Sam thought he saw a glance of Laura a little ways a way, and he used his “fake cry” to draw her to him. It worked exactly as he’d liked to of thought it would….well, not exactly.
“Sir?”
“Yes?” Sam muttered under his “crying” breath.
“Young man, are you alright?”
“Oh come on Laura, stop playing with me,” Sam said, but this time he looked up and to his surprise it was not Laura. Laura as he now found out had just tapped him on the shoulder, and was looking down on him from the other side.
“Having fun, Sam?” Laura asked snickering as Sam slightly smirked guiltily.
“Young man, I am not this ‘Laura.’ Are you alright?” the old granny type woman asked, feeling Sam’s forehead.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m alright.”
“Are you sure, Sam?” Laura asked giggling.
“Yes, I’m alright. I’m sorry if I led you astray ma’am.”
“Yes, me too,” the granny said walking away a little disturbed.
“Oh Sam, you are so adorable!” Laura said, falling into his lap and kissing him lightly, before making it more passionate within seconds. But Sam would not let this happen….AGAIN!
“No Laura!” he shouted, forcing her mouth off of his.
“What?” Laura asked, shocked.
“You can’t do this to me….ANOTHER TIME! I CAN’T TAKE IT!”
“Wow,” Laura said, trying hard not to smirk. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about this, Sam, please go on.”
“Do not smirk at me, Laura Chapman! I love you more than life itself, really, and there is nothing I love more than making out with you. But honestly, you cannot get me so emotionally attached to you within minutes and then run off! It’s not fair!” he said, whining out the last half.
“Oh, I’m sorry Sam, I was just having a little fun,” she said twirling one of her curls in her forefinger.
“It wasn’t fun for me.” Then, with a little roll of Laura’s eyes Sam changed his answer…suggestively.
“Not even a little?” tempted Laura.
“Well….maybe a little.”
“I knew it!” she said embracing him. “But I seriously have to go now.”
“Laura!” Sam shouted demandingly.
“Don’t worry, you’re coming too,” she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him up with her. “Let’s go!” she said, running off with him.
“Wait!”
“What? It’s 6am already!”
“It is not! It’s only 3:30! What watch are you looking at, Laura Chapman?” Sam asked, slightly coy.
Laura giggled. “Oh Sam…I know.”
“Uh…” Sam said questionably, as Laura hit him on the head.
“Well….it WILL be 6 once we get there! So we better get moving then, right? Come on, say yes!”
“Well…..” Sam paused, getting lost in Laura’s adorable impatient brown eyes, and kissing her one more time before heading out. Let’s just say it was unbelievable, and in Laura’s own words…
“A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!” she was speechless after that, standing there in silence.
“Come on. You have to go, don’t you?” he said smirking as sexy as Laura had seen him yet.
“Yeah,” she said running after him. It was an unforgettable morning and together they ran off into the sunrise, hoping to at one point during the day reach Laura’s house.