Many many thanks to TeenyTinyIrishPerson for beta reading even though she had 2 very stressful weeks.

Smut warning, NSFW.

This day had never been Valentine's Day for me before. As long as I've lived, I'd either been with my parents or... lonely. In the end, it had always 'just' been my birthday or not even that when I had nobody to celebrate with. But this year, for the first time, the Valentine's Day part suddenly mattered. It was Friday and most of our friends were busy, so we'd decided to properly celebrate that I'd survived the year with them on the weekend. Today it would just be Sam and me. That meant, once Sam came home. She had some meeting because of the documentary that she apparently couldn't postpone. We'd had a nice breakfast together during which she'd given me several birthday presents she'd bought. Afterwards, she'd apologized a dozen times for leaving me alone for half of this special day and taken off into the storm that had been raging in the UK for weeks now.

I wanted to surprise her with a romantic, home-made dinner. Actually, I wasn't even sure why I thought I'd be able to prepare something tasty enough that it wouldn't ruin the evening. If only cooking involved digging up a long lost meal somewhere; I'm sure I'd be a top chef. It wasn't that I was completely lost in the kitchen, but my repertoire didn't exactly exceed the 'fried eggs or simple soups' border. I was determined to give cooking dinner for us a try anyway. That supposedly Japanese recipe I'd found on the internet said "easy" after all.

I was lacking some ingredients though. Which meant that I had to go out into the storm as well. I looked at the window in the living room and could hardly see through the torrent of rain drops hammering against the glass. For a moment, I wondered how much an ordered pizza would say "I love you." I sighed, grabbed a rucksack I hoped was at least somewhat rainproof, and put on a warm and comfy coat. I left our flat and went downstairs, stopping in front of the letter boxes. I was curious. I opened our box and a suspicious looking card fell out. It was pink and had roses and hearts on the front side. I opened it and saw a text in squiggly writing on one side with the title "Ode to Lara". Then my attention was drawn to a smiley with pursed lips and the words "Press me" underneath. My thumb was hovering over it as I got distracted by a neighbour, a young man who lived in a flat above ours, who had just entered the building uttering curses about the horrible weather outside. When he noticed me, he greeted politely. I said "Hi," raised my hand to give a quick wave, and in the process of trying to get a better hold of the card in the other hand, my thumb must have landed on the smiley. Surprised, I looked at the card as an inbuilt speaker started crackling for a short moment before a voice that was unmistakably belonging to Sam said "Ode to Lara" and theatrically cleared its throat.

It said:

"You 'bonny lass' are so badass
When you go HAM, giving no damn
I am in awe, dropping my jaw"

Raising my eyebrows, I looked at the text in the card and saw that she was reciting it. Sam had written a poem? Oh god. She was putting a lot of expression into reading it, though. I had to smirk.

She continued:

"Yet you're also really shy, though
When on your mush you have a blush...
You are so cute, and hot to boot"

Worried about where this poem could be going, I glanced at the neighbour who had walked up to his letter box and was watching me now curiously.

Speaking of blushing...

"I love all bits of your big tits" the poem and Sam's voice went on.

Starting to panic as a couple who lived in a flat next to ours came walking down the stairs, I pressed the smiley again and again, hoping that would make it stop. It did not...

"I'm full of lust for your nice bust
Your awesome chest is just the best"

Oh god, I could hear the grin in Sam's voice. With burning cheeks I glanced at the couple and then at the man next to me; Sam actually had managed to draw his attention to the part of my body she had just mentioned extensively. Fortunately, I was wearing a thick coat.

"And your hot ass is in a class
Oh, of its own. It is well known
Your sweet booty is a beauty"

I heard chuckles behind me. I threw the card back into the letter box, pressed it shut and put an arm over the slot, hoping that would suppress the sound. In my nervousness I hadn't managed to read ahead in the poem, so I didn't know what else was coming.

It turned out my attempts were not enough to muffle the card.

"It'd, by the way, be Fucking A
If you could stop to chop and drop
Your poor soma into coma"

I actually felt a spark of guilt hearing that verse.

"I love your face, it's full of grace
You are pretty, at times witty
Cunning and smart, with a kind heart"

That... was actually quite sweet. It sounded like the worst of the poem was over.

"You are my light, are by my side.
The sky is blue; when I see you
My heart goes boom.

...

Please raid my tomb"

She'd said that last line in her sexiest voice. Oh god. Sighing, I leant my head against my arm on the letter box. To this day, I actually hadn't been sure how much our neighbours knew about what was going on between Sam and me. I was pretty sure that any ambiguity had just been removed.

"I... I'm sorry," I muttered and quickly pulled the hood of my coat over my head before rushing out the front door to flee from my giggling neighbours.

"Thanks, Sam," I thought with my head in my hands while a steady stream of rain drops already soaked through my trousers. I took a few deep breaths, inhaling humid, cold air, while the strong wind fought with my head coverings. When I'd calmed down, I hurried to a nearby Asian supermarket. Luckily I got everything I needed there and I didn't have to walk to any other shops. On my way back, I noticed a familiar car parking across the street. Had Sam come back way earlier than planned?

What I presumed to be her took a package out of the trunk and started walking in the direction of our home. I crossed the street and tried to catch up to her at a hurried pace. When I was getting closer to her, strong gusts of wind blew through the alley and I noticed rubble falling down. I looked up at the old building we were passing and saw that parts of the roof were about to drop.

My heart sank. I darted forwards and threw myself into her side to push her from the pavement. Her package flew out of her hands and onto the street. Just as we landed in a puddle between two parked cars, the rubble crashed onto the ground close to us.

"Fuck!" She screamed and tried to reach out for the package. I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled it back as a car drove by and over whatever she had been carrying, splashing a huge wave of rainwater over both of us.

"Fuck! No, no, no," she said in a pained voice as she looked at the ruined box. "Who the fuck..." She turned around, throwing me down from her back and into the edge of the pavement. "Lara?" Sam looked surprised and horrified as she saw me wincing. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. And you?" I asked as I stood up and held out a hand towards her. She took it letting me help her up.

"I.." She paused and looked at the box on the street and then back at me, her eyebrows meeting in the middle. "No, I'm not! This was the best cake ever made in the history of mankind! You've ruined the eighth Wonder of the World! Why?"

"I'm sorry but you were about to get crushed by a building!" I pointed at the rubble.

She raised her eyebrows at it and then lowered them again as she turned her head back towards the street. We stood there for a moment, completely drenched. "Couldn't you just let me get hit and save the cake instead?" she said in a low voice.

"Sam! It's just a cake."

"No, it's not. I had it made for today in that bakery that makes this delicious pastry I sometimes buy. It had a little marzipan pyramid on top and a little mummy." She made gestures with her hands illustrating her description. "And the upper half had a little labyrinth filled with this blue, yummy jelly and the topping... oh god, that topping." She sighed, looking like she was about to tear up. "I was so looking forward to eating it with you. It was supposed to be our comfort eating to talk about and leave behind the memories of our stupid 'trip'. We would have eaten the cake, and talk, and laugh and cry and then cuddle and have a great evening in bed together and... It would have been such a nice day." She frowned and ran a hand over her head, moving wet strands of hair out of her face. She sat down onto the hood of the car behind her triggering its alarm which made both of us startle.

"Shit!" Sam jumped up, grabbed my hand and dragged me away. "Let's go home."

When we entered the flat, we both were dripping and miserably cold. We rushed into our rooms to put on dry clothes. I threw my wet ones into the bathroom and when I stepped back out, Sam was sitting on the couch shivering. I turned on the heating, grabbed some blankets from a cupboard and sat down next to her to wrap them around us with quivering hands. Sam was frowning at the empty table in front of us.

"Hey," I said softly.

She shook her head. "Your poor cake... Just... let me grieve and be miserable."

"We can eat something else. I actually was about to cook dinner for us."

Sam glanced at me sceptically, raising an eyebrow.

I gave her a scowl in response. "Thank you very much for your confidence in my cookery, Ms. Nishimura."

When she turned away, I put one of my icy hands on her cheek to make her face me again. I pecked her lips and began singing in a low voice:

"I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
All I want for my birthday is you."

"Ohh baby," she said smiling faintly.

I pushed her back into the couch and straddled her lap keeping the blankets wrapped around us. I put my arms around her neck and locked eyes with her. "My condolences for your loss but today is not a day to mourn." I leant forward and pressed my lips against hers. She relaxed into my arms and kissed back. Only a short while later, her tongue already begged for entrance. I let her pass and our kiss quickly became passionate. Her hands moved over my back and down to grab my behind.

When our mouths parted minutes later so that we could catch our breaths, Sam was noticeably happier. I kissed down her neck, along her collarbone and back up to her ear before whispering into it: "And now... I'll make dinner." I got up and was about to walk away when Sam grabbed my arm.

"But but but... you have to keep me warm," she said giving me a pleading look.

I took the blankets and wrapped them around her entire body until only her head poked out. I had to chuckle at that sight. "Warm enough?" I asked while gently stroking her cheek. She leant into my hand for a while, before I placed a kiss on her head and turned around. I grabbed the remote, turned on the TV for her and headed into the kitchen. I was actually somewhat jealous because I was still freezing while she was comfortably warm and on the couch.

I took my mobile phone out of a pocket of my lounge trousers and brought up the recipe for pepper-crusted tuna steaks. I filled some water into the pressure cooker Sam had bought for me some time ago to support my attempts in cooking, placed it onto the stove and turned on the hob. When I put the trivet and a steamer basket inside, they clanked against the metal of the pot's body because my hands were still shaking. I took the potatoes out of the shopping bag, placed them into the pot and closed it. I rummaged through a cupboard and found a suitable saucepan I didn't even know we had. I put it onto another burner and turned it on. When I turned around to take ingredients out of the bag, Sam was suddenly standing in front of me, making me jump. I was so concentrated on preparing the meal that I hadn't noticed her coming into the kitchen. Luckily I'd gotten rid of the habit to grab the closest weapon in situations like this... at least when I was at home.

Sam still had two blankets wrapped around her.

"Hey," I said a little breathless, took the shopping bag and placed it onto the kitchen counter.

I was just about to turn around again and ask Sam if there was anything I could do for her, when she stepped up behind me, pulled the blankets over my shoulders, wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her chin on my shoulder. I leant my head against hers, closed my eyes and sighed contentedly, enjoying the sudden warmth Sam was providing and the physical closeness to her.

"Looking good," she said eventually, throwing me out of my trance.

I looked at the cooker in front of me and was slightly puzzled what she meant. "But... uh... I've only just started."

"I meant you," she whispered before placing a kiss on my cheek. I smiled.

As I was taking the ingredients for the sauce out of the bag, Sam said "I'm sorry for being such a downer today. It's your birthday and you had to cheer me up. I suck."

"But it's also Valentine's Day and I love you," I replied in the sweetest tone I could muster and lifted one of her hands to my mouth to peck its back. I could feel her cheek shift into a grin against my neck.

"I was watching you being busy in the kitchen and was all like 'God, this hot babe there is making dinner for me and, hey, it's my fiancée.' I'm so lucky." She kissed and licked down my neck before placing her lips into the crook of it, sucking at the skin. A whimper escaped my mouth as a pleasant shiver ran down my back.

I startled when the pressure cooker suddenly started hissing. I quickly lowered the heat under the pot.

"Don't let anything scorch," Sam mumbled into my neck. I looked at the saucepan and noticed that it had gotten quite hot already. I needed to prepare the ingredients quickly.

"Let me help you cook," Sam whispered and kissed that sensitive spot under my ear while slipping her hands under my hoodie.

"Sam, that's not helping. I need to concentrate on this," I said panicking slightly as I took a peeler from a drawer and set to work on the ginger.

"Multitasking," she murmured while slowly moving her tender hands over my belly. I couldn't help halting for a moment to enjoy the warm feeling that spread out from my middle from the sensation of Sam's fingers gliding over my skin.

I took a few deep breaths and continued peeling the ginger.

Sam made a silent, annoyed sound when my sweatshirt hindered her hands from travelling further up my body.

"Sam, please," I said as she pulled down the zip of the hoodie a few seconds later.

Unfazed by my pleading, her hands slowly moved over my bra. Apparently unsatisfied by that, she quickly unfastened the clasp behind my back. My breasts fell out under the bra.

I just peeled off the last bits from the ginger when Sam cupped my breasts, gently squeezing them and rolling my nipples around between her fingertips. A warmth crept into my cheeks. I had to moan and accidentally dropped the bloody peeler because I couldn't concentrate. It clattered over the kitchen floor as I lost sight of it. I needed to hurry to prepare everything for the sauce, but Sam didn't make it easy for me to focus.

"Sam," I pleaded half-heartedly and put my hands over hers as she continued to massage my breasts.

She just murmured a "Mmhmm," and gently bit down into the crook of my neck making me shudder.

I needed a distraction for both of us if I didn't want to set the flat ablaze by neglecting the stove. "I know you 'love all bits of my big tits' but..." I recited her poem a little breathlessly. That made her halt for a moment in which it seemed safe enough for me to take a knife and cut the ginger.

"Oh, you listened to my card?" She grinned against my skin.

"Yes, me and most of our neighbours when I checked our mail earlier," I replied while crushing some cloves of garlic, trying to put an accusing tone into my voice – which might have ended up sounding more aroused than anything, though.

"Did you like it?" She whispered sheepishly and slowly moved a hand away from my chest.

"It was quite..." I dragged the words out as I excitedly watched her hand slide down my body. I inhaled sharply with anticipation when it slipped into my knickers. "Lovely," I blurted when a finger pressed down on its target. I exhaled soundly and braced myself on the kitchen counter – almost putting a hand into the saucepan - when she started gently circling her finger around my clit.

"Don't forget the meal," Sam whispered while nibbling on my earlobe, drawing part of my attention back to the pan while keeping the rest of it for herself.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I accused her while trying to figure out where the knife I swear I'd held in my hand just a moment ago had disappeared to. Unable to move my head properly due to my ear still being captured between Sam's teeth, I gave up on the knife and reluctantly grabbed my phone to look at the recipe. I had to read every instruction at least three times and eventually dropped it back down onto the counter as Sam pinched my nipple while kissing the nape of my neck. I tilted my head slightly forward to give her lips better access.

"Not as much as you, it seems," Sam purred with a mischievous giggle.

Sam made another annoyed sound and stopped her movement in my trousers. When my hoodie denied her access to more skin of my back, I knew I should have ignored her then and taken the chance to work on the meal. Instead of doing that, I let my sweatshirt slide down my arms and drop to the floor. I wanted her to continue. Just a moment later my bra kept it company at our feet. I was rewarded with an approving groan from Sam as she kissed and licked over my shoulder blades and back. Her finger in my knickers started tapping my clit; I whimpered, my body writhing under her touch.

After a minute that seemed to last forever in which I wasn't able to concentrate on anything but Sam, I had to force myself to continue preparing our dinner as the increasing heat of the pan reminded me of its presence. I poured some mirin into it and took a spoon from a drawer to measure the other ingredients – or so I thought. When I was about to pour the soy sauce onto it, I noticed I was holding three spoons. Sam giggled.

"I'll blame you when I accidentally burn down the kitchen," I murmured.

Adding the right amount of the remaining ingredients to the sauce proved to be another challenge as I had trouble holding the spoon in my unsteady hand when trying to pour the liquids onto it. After I'd put everything necessary into the pan, I threw the spoon across the kitchen counter, feeling the tingling sensation in my groin gradually intensify. Without thinking my hips moved themselves against Sam's hand as I quickly took the pressure cooker from the stove, reduced the heat under the saucepan and stirred its content once.

Finally able to catch a break, I turned around, grabbed Sam's head and pressed her into my hungry lips. Kissing her feverishly, I pushed her backwards and shoved her onto the kitchen table. I heard something shatter on the ground. Sam wrapped her legs around my tights and pulled me closer. One of her hands still working its magic between my legs, she used her free one to pull one of her blankets over my bare back. When the need for air became too great, I broke the kiss and propped myself up on shaky elbows to look down at Sam. My wonderful, lovely Sam.

Gently caressing my cheek, she was watching me closely with her mouth curved into a sweet smile. "You're so beautiful when you're turned on," she said softly and bit her lip.

I felt my cheeks burning at her compliment; I had to smile as well. I leant down and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Only you get to see me like this. I love you," I told her panting.

She put her hand behind my neck and pulled herself up a bit. "Cum for me," she whispered pleadingly, her breath tickling my ear. I felt each word rush into my groin. Moaning, I shifted my hips against her hand, intensifying the movement of her finger between my thighs. Sam rolled her back down onto the table. Running a hand through my hair, she observed every movement on my face. I wrapped my arms around her head. Seeing how much she wanted to watch me come, that hungry look on her sweet face, tipped me over the edge.

As if my body was eager to give Sam a marvellous show, the orgasm slowly built up around her touch, holding back as long as possible to the point of aching. Then, it exploded in full force. My muscles tensed, my back arched. Countless threads of pleasure shot out into every fibre of my being, tearing through my body. It jerked with every wave of them. I moaned and gasped... and finally sighed as I collapsed onto Sam, head in the crook of her neck.

"Oh, my god, that was beautiful. I'm gonna have wet dreams for months," Sam murmured and then added as quietly as possible: "I wish I'd set up a camera." Oh, god.

Her hands moved slowly over my back under the blanket and she placed kisses over my shoulder as I tried to steady my breathing.

After a minute or two, her mouth slowly moved to my ear. "The sauce," she whispered in her sexy voice.

My eyes flew wide open. Shit! Panicking, I jumped up from the table and rushed to the stove. Sam giggled. I quickly turned off the hob and removed the pan from it. Surprisingly the sauce still looked good. I let out a deep breath of relief. I took another peek at the recipe and set to work on the potatoes.

I placed a bowl onto the kitchen counter, opened the pressure cooker, took a fork and knife from a drawer, and just when I started peeling the first potato, Sam crept up to me again and popped up at my side. I gave her a worried glance as I put the fork into the next potato. She just smiled lovingly, wrapped her arms around me and, resting her head on my shoulder, looked at me. It didn't take long before her hands started wandering again, gently caressing my skin. I always enjoyed the tender touch of her fingers, but it was so distracting right now when I was trying to cook; and she knew it.

"Sam, you're merciless. I have a meal to prepare."

"It's not my fault you're so hot. I just can't keep my hands off you," she said in a seductive voice and placed her lips on my shoulder. "It's the spring fever," she murmured into my skin.

I raised my eyebrows at her. "But it's not spring yet."

"Shh, don't tell anyone," she whispered and kissed me. Still intoxicated by our previous interaction, I couldn't help but instantly respond to those soft lips of her. Spitted potato in hand, I wrapped my arm around her neck. As if she didn't want to let me go, she moved one hand to the back of my head holding it in place; her other hand slowly ran up and down my bare back.

When our mouths eventually parted, I leant my head against hers, our foreheads touching. Sam must have infected me with her imaginary fever, I actually felt like forgetting about the dinner and locking both of us in my room for the rest of the day. Instead of doing as much, though, I asked her with a smile: "Can I continue preparing the meal now?" I had promised her this dinner and I thought we both needed something warm to eat.

"Hmmm." She exaggerated trying to look like she was pondering an answer.

Meanwhile I peeled the potato next to her head.

When Sam noticed what I was doing, she flatly said: "No," and pressed me into her lips again. I shook the peeled potato off the fork hoping it would land in the bowl – it did not. Half of it spread itself out over the kitchen counter.

I tried to protest with muffled sounds that didn't seem to faze Sam at all; so I poked around inside the pressure cooker with a fork trying to hit the remaining potato. A series of metallic clanking suggested that I was missing, but at least they drew Sam's attention.

"Okay, okay, " she murmured and moved her hand away from the back of my neck.

I kissed her cheek, up her nose and her forehead before removing my arm from around her shoulders and reluctantly turned back to the kitchen counter. I took a deep breath trying to clear my head and set to work on the last potato. Sam's fingertips drew a line down my chest, through the valley between my breasts and over my abdomen before her hand slid between my legs over the trousers moving up and down my inner thighs. When the potato was done and safely placed in the bowl, I looked down my body for a moment and bit my lip as I watched Sam's hand move back and forth over my crotch. Her other hand had wandered down my back to firmly grope my buttocks. This girl... Sam had ignited my lust again. Rocking my hip against her hands, I wrapped an arm around her and pressed my mouth back against hers.

Sam had to grin against my lips and said in between kisses: "Uh uh, you don't want our meal to get cold, do you?" She broke the kiss, rubbed her belly and said sheepishly: "I'm getting hungry." After a pause, she added in a sultry voice: "And you whet my appetite," before licking along my collarbone.

"Why are you torturing me?" I whispered in a suffering tone. Sam just shrugged briefly with a mischievous smile and waved a hand towards the bowl. A desperate sound escaped my throat. I took another deep breath, scraped the damaged potato from the counter and put what I could rescue into the bowl. Sam kissed along my shoulder and buried her head into my neck again as I took another peek at the recipe since I'd completely forgotten every instruction meanwhile. When I reached for the wasabi in the shopping bag, Sam kissed down the side of my body, pulling my trousers and knickers to my ankles. After she helped me step out of them, she looked up at me and made a quick nod towards the potatoes with a smile from ear to ear. I made a strangled noise, squeezed a bit of wasabi into the bowl and, staring at Sam with lowered eyebrows, threw the tube across the room. That made her laugh.

Trying hard to retain a deadpan, I returned whatever attention I had left to the meal hoping to animate Sam to continue giving me hers, since she was apparently deliberately trying to sabotage my cooking. I took the salt and pepper shakers and added the spices to the potatoes. I felt quite awkward standing naked in the kitchen, trying to cook. Sam kissed up my back before winding her arms around me and resting her head on my shoulder, watching me from the side. I glanced at her and gave her a quick kiss before taking the soy milk carton out of the shopping bag and adding a shot to the potatoes. I could feel her eyes bore into me when she slowly moved a hand back down to my hips. I was trying to bite back a moan as it slipped between my thighs. A tranquillizing warmth started to feather out through my body again. I inhaled sharply and held onto her arm when Sam suddenly slipped a couple of fingers into me.

"Wow, you are so wet." She sounded both amused and aroused. Even I could hear the truth in her words when she slightly moved her fingers around inside me.

"I wonder why," I mocked.

It made a hot, wet sound when she pulled out of me again. With an expectant lip-bite, she held her glistering fingers in front of my mouth, testing whether arousal had taken over my usually reserved nature. Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were wrapped around them and I'd licked them clean. Sam moaned with satisfaction. I felt a deep blush creeping onto my already warm cheeks, but looking at Sam I could clearly see how turned on she was by what I just had done. I enjoyed that flustered look she was giving me.

"You're officially my favourite plaything. Oh god, I love you so much," Sam said and leant in for another kiss.

"I'm not a thing," I managed to whisper before her lips met mine.

"Mhm," she murmured into me.

"Back to work, Ms. Head chef," she said breathlessly between kisses.

"Maybe we should just order pizza," I suggested jokingly when our mouths parted, but at this point I was hoping that Sam would actually agree to it and I could carry her to my bed.

"No way. I'm not gonna miss out on your cooking." She slowly kissed down my back and added: "The faster you are done with the meal, the earlier you don't have to split your attention anymore."

I groaned, took a fork and tried to mash the potatoes whereas Sam crouched behind me, massaging and kissing my behind; I would have preferred her being on the other side of my body though.

"If I starve you, will you eat me out instead?" I joked while churning the entire mashed potato mass with a cooking spoon.

Sam froze and stood up again. "Did you just make a sexy joke?" She almost sounded shocked.

I glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. "You're a bad influence on me."

Sam just grinned, ducked under my arm and re-emerged in front of me. She pecked my lips and then whispered into my ear: "Your wish is my command." Just thinking about that intensified the tingling in my groin; my lips curved into a smile.

Sam kissed my neck, along the shoulder and collarbone. I wound my arms around her head, stroking through her dark hair. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of her cupping my breasts, capturing one in her mouth, her tongue playing with my nipple, circling and flicking it.

After a while, she gently bit down on it making me whimper. She looked up at me and said through her teeth: "I'm still hungry though. Please?" She dragged the last word out as she rolled the nipple around between her teeth.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I pressed Sam's head back into my chest and placed a kiss on the top of it before putting a frying pan with some oil on the stove. While I peppered the tuna steaks on both sides, Sam's kisses wandered further down to my navel where she halted and dipped her tongue into it to play with my ticklish nub. I couldn't suppress a giggle and half-heartedly tried to push her away when she looked up at me with a grin and continued to tease me for a bit longer. When my giggling was close to turning into laughter, she stopped, gave my belly a firm kiss and snuggled into for a while sighing contentedly. She looked so cute, I smiled down at her and slowly moved a hand through her hair.

The sizzling of the oil drew my attention back to the stove. I put the steaks into the frying pan and basted them with some of the sauce I'd made earlier. I looked back down at Sam just as she was placing a kiss on the still sensitive skin of the scar on the side of my waist.

Sam knelt down between my legs and my breathing became quicker with excitement when her mouth moved down one thigh and licked back up on the inside. She moved to the other thigh, and I was close to flatly pressing her head into my lap when she suddenly did the exact opposite by sitting back. She just looked at my slit while her hands travelled up and down my legs and over my abdomen.

Sam was blushing, and the way she almost panted with arousal and excitement, I wasn't sure whether she was teasing me or herself.

Since Sam had loosened her grip on my attention for the moment, I returned a part of it to the stove to flip the steaks. As soon as I was done, I placed my hands back onto Sam's head and slightly rocked my hips into her direction. My body was aching for her touch. Her eyes still fixed on the same spot, she smiled and eventually leant forwards. My breathing hitched when she pressed the tip of her nose against my throbbing clit and inhaled slowly, relishing my scent.

"God, is there anything that isn't perfect about you?" she murmured and I felt her warm breath tickling my sensitive skin. She took in another sip of sex filled air from between my legs and teasingly blew it back out against my clit. I was about to plead for her to give me release when Sam slowly dragged her tongue over my sensitive nub. I sighed loudly, releasing a breath I had been holding for what seemed to be minutes. Sam was usually way less cautious, but for some reason she seemed to really enjoy taking it slow now. I grabbed her hair and hold onto her while she carefully played with my clit. I just wanted to forget everything around me and melt onto her. I didn't get the chance to do that, though; suddenly she stopped and gave the spot she'd been licking a quick kiss.

Puzzled I opened my eyes and got reminded of the meal again. I turned off the heat and removed the pan from the hob.

"Dinner is ready," I whispered reluctantly and sighed. The way Sam loves to mess with me, I wouldn't have put it past her to stand up and get to the table to eat. But she had other plans.

"Hooo yeah, I know" she murmured with a smile, opened her mouth and buried her face between my legs, making little happy noises as she licked through my lips, lapping and sucking at my wetness. My trembling thighs tightened around her head. And when her tongue finally entered my body I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep myself upright for much longer. I grabbed Sam's blankets from the table, threw them to the floor and laid down without releasing Sam's head from my lap once.

My perception of my surroundings quickly got reduced to Sam's lips and tongue and what she was doing with them. I raised my head for a moment, I wanted to see Sam. She was looking at me, her eyes glowing with happiness, her cheeks burning with arousal, it was adding to my own feelings. But Sam seemed to take the fact that I was still able to move my head as incentive to increase her efforts. She put a hand in front of her onto my body and shortly after I felt a finger rub against my clit while her tongue slid deeper into me, the tip caressing that sensitive spot inside. Oh, God. My head fell back down and I'm sure I made all kinds of noises as I lay there, drowning in pleasure. I held onto Sam's head when she pushed me over the edge again. My sweating body shuddered, buckled and melted as I poured myself into Sam's mouth. She held me there for an endless minute before I came down again and gasped for air.

I relaxed onto the floor, unable and unwilling to move. Sam had crawled up and snuggled into me.

"You're the world's best appetizer," she said and licked her lips seductively.

This girl... I laughed once and leant my head against hers. If my cheeks hadn't still been burning, I'm sure a blush would have shown. We lay together for a few minutes while I tried to gain control of my body again. I smiled when I felt Sam drawing heart-shaped lines on my sweaty skin. When the floor became too uncomfortable, I asked, "Dinner?"

"Dinner," she replied and stood up.

I couldn't do much more than hold a hand into her direction with a pleading look. Sam laughed and pulled me up into a hug. She sighed, let go of me and left the kitchen. I collected my clothes from the floor and redressed myself. I put our meal onto plates and when I was setting the table, Sam returned with a wine bottle and a grin and took two glasses out of a cupboard. After I had taken a seat at the table, Sam grabbed her plate, put it next to mine and sat down on my lap. I looked at her with raised eyebrows, but she just placed a kiss on my wrinkled forehead and turned towards the food.

"Let's see," she murmured and took a bite.

"Wow, this is delicious." She sounded both surprised and genuine. "I guess I'll have to get you off more often while you cook."

"If you want me to get an aneurysm and die of stress, sure," I replied with a shrug.

Sam chuckled shortly. But then she gently stroked my cheek and said: "No, I don't want that."

"Sam, is something up? You've become so overly affectionate. I mean... Not that I mind. It's just... a bit unlike you?" I asked with an apologetic smile.

Sam's expression cycled through a smirk, what seemed to be a puzzled look and then settled into resignation.

"Fuck, I don't know what just happened," she said and ran a hand through her hair. "I was totally having the most fun ever playing with you while you tried to cook; it was funny and so fucking goddamn sexy. And suddenly, it was like a switch flipped and I realized that I was having so much fun with you, and that you let me. And my mind was suddenly flooded with all these thoughts how much I love you and how incredibly happy and lucky I am to have you and that you want me too, so much that you even want to marry me and... and..." Her voice became lower. She hugged me tightly and buried her head in my neck and then whimpered as if she was close to crying: "I love you so much."

"It's the spring fever," I said and kissed her blushing cheek.