I have no excuse for this chapter... it just did whatever it wanted. Just. Oh man. XD

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The feeling Root loves most in the entire world is that of Sam's lips all over her. Sameen had made it her mission last night to show her just how grateful she was for their new place, a place Root hopes will soon feel like home.

The apartment's warm enough for Sam to have thrown the sheets to the side, half her body still partially covered by them. Root has been watching her sleep for the past half hour, carefully listening to the sighs that escape her, the smacking of her mouth, her unintelligible mumbling. She wonders what could be going on in her head, hoping it's a comforting dream. If the small, unguarded smile that graces Sam's features is anything to go by, she's sure that it is.

A rumbling sound coming from Sam's stomach makes her giggle, and she's glad she made the preparations for when this moment came around with time to spare. Moving minutely so as not to wake her, Root presses her lips to Sam's forehead before getting out of bed. She closes the door behind her, making sure the hinges don't creak. She oiled them two days ago. This is something she's been planning for months, no way she's gonna let Sameen wake up before her surprise is ready.

Everything has to be perfect.

Oh boy.

Before she can take three steps into the hallway, Root needs to stop, breathe. Feeling her heart clawing at her throat, she makes her way to the bathroom and shuts the door. First thing she did when the contract for the apartment was signed was wire the place. The Machine has eyes and ears everywhere in here (something that Sameen guessed last night, and was surprisingly okay with).

So it's no surprise to Root to hear Her inform her that she should relax, lower the rhythm of her heart. There aren't any threats that She can see, so why is her Interface experiencing anxiety?

Why, indeed. This is everything she's ever wanted: a place to call home, a family of her own, someone to love and who loves her back. Hell, they've even got a dog amongst the lot of them.

"This," she says to the mirror, her hands splayed over the vanity top, "this is real, then. I'm not imagining it?"

The Machine's reply is short and calming. At first Root can't make sense of the sound, but after a few seconds it becomes clear in her implant. Sam's snoring softly next door, and She's relaying the information on to her. Sameen's not the only one who still needs confirmation that the day she's living is not just in her imagination.

The tension in Root's body ebbs away, lifting off her like the blankets Sam stole for herself in her sleep. She smiles at the camera placed behind the mirror, mutters a thank you. The Machine keeps playing Sam's sleepy noises in her implant, a soothing balm to her nerves.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Root makes her way to the kitchen. Located on the other side of the apartment, she's far enough away from the bedroom to be sure that Sam doesn't hear anything she's up to. Her bare feet make no sound as she gathers what she needs from the fridge, setting everything on the island behind her. The few pans they have are still boxed, so she goes to retrieve the box that holds them from the dining room and brings it into the kitchen.

The kitchen is in a corner of the building facing East, and the sunrise is starting to illuminate the scene. Root's plan is already shifting: she wanted to be awake with Sam so they could see this together, but she wasn't counting on barely getting any sleep the night before. It truly is a wonderful thing that she's up and about considering…

The orange glow coming in from the windows casts lovely shades over Root's long legs, highlighting the warmer tones of her wavy hair. The coffee maker -a gift from Harold- is already busy brewing a pot of Sam's favourite brand. Root has no trouble reaching a high shelf that Sameen would need to stool to get to: the perfect hiding place for the lemon and poppyseed pound cake she made the day before.

Soon, Root gets lost in the task at hand, collecting cups and plates and setting them on the island, breaking eggs on a bowl to add some protein powder before whisking them and throwing the mix in the hot pan on the stove.

While the eggs are cooking, she cuts an orange in half, then a couple bananas. Picks some nuts from a jar she placed on a shelf yesterday while the boys helped her move. She puts half a nut in her mouth, feeling her lips curving up in a proud smile. Checking the eggs, she turns the stove off, and can't help but wiggle her butt, releasing a giggle. She picks up the pan and a wooden spoon, turning to the island, thinking Sam's gonna love this, when her eyes find her staring at her, leaning on the frame of the kitchen door, arms crossed over her chest. Root swears she's never seen such a smug grin on her girlfriend before.

Sameen lets her head rest on the doorframe, lengthening her neck and biting her lower lip. She leers at her with dark, hooded eyes, making Root's skin tingle all over, her toes curling at the sight of the woman in front of her…

Something burns her fingers and Root suddenly remembers what she's holding. She sets the pan with the eggs down on a mat on the island, all the while feeling Sameen's eyes roaming her skin, touching it in those places where Sam's long rugby jersey doesn't cover her. If this were another day, she'd waste no time closing the distance between them, but today…

"How long have you been standing there?" she asks Sameen, a small whine to her voice.

Sameen is completely unaffected by Root's Eeyore behaviour. "Long enough," she says, still letting her eyes wander over Root.

"You were supposed to be sleeping," Root complains. She hadn't noticed the change in her implant, going from hearing Sameen to nothing at all. Her eyes wander down to the plates on the island, the pound cake waiting to be cut. Her hands come to rest on the island top, her weight falling on her shoulders. "And I was supposed to bring you breakfast to bed."

"Doesn't matter."

At the sound of Sam's lilting voice, Root lifts her gaze to her, frown deepening. "It matters, Sam. It matters to me."

She wanted to do this the right way, even though she knows Sam probably can't see that yet. Root's been teaching her how to share a space; surely it wouldn't take Sam long to learn what this gesture means, the importance of it.

Sameen peels herself off the doorway, moving deliberately slowly towards Root. Her fingers run over the island as she moves closer, gently brushing Root's when she reaches her.

"It really doesn't, Root," she says. Her right hand tucks Root's wayward hair behind her ear, sending a chill down her spine. Sam presses herself fully against Root, standing on tiptoe to kiss the neck she branded mere hours ago. "That's not what I'm in the mood for right now."

The food forgotten, Root cranes her neck to gain better access to Sam's lips, but Sam denies it to her in favour of continuing to bite her even through the fabric of her t-shirt.

Sameen slides a hand over the swell of her ass, kneading the flesh, earning quite a few moans from Root. The sounds make her bite into Root's breast even harder. It's all Root can do to arch her back, to bring herself closer to Sameen.

A hiss reaches Root's ear. She hadn't realised she's been digging her nails into Sam's forearm hard enough to leave crescent moons there. The sight of her marks on Sameen, it always drives her crazy knowing that she put them there, that she's allowed to touch, to sign that body as hers, and-

"Ah!" she screams as Sam turns her over roughly. In the blink of an eye, Sameen has her pressed against the island, the edges of it digging into her back.

Two hearts beating at the same speed, two people breathing as one, stealing the air right out of the other.

Sameen crashes her chest against Root's, forcing her to lay her elbows on the island for support, her hands grabbing onto the edge for good measure. Sam's open mouth and her heaving, hot breath against Root's ribs starts a fire that follows the same line as her nails carving a path up from Root's thighs, over the hills of her ass, leaving red trails that end on her lower back.

Try as she may, Root isn't strong enough to lift her head, so she just lets it fall back, moaning in delight, surrendering herself to Sameen.

And effectively driving her over the edge.

Sameen pulls her upright by the arm, a feral look in her eyes, pupils blown, the hottest thing Root's ever seen. She nearly tears her own jersey off of Root's body in her eagerness to leave more skin exposed. Somewhere in her muddled mind, Root has the bright idea to life her arms and help her, convinced that Sameen is already far beyond logical reasoning.

Sure enough, as soon as the offending piece of clothing is pulled off, Sameen resumes her attack full force. Her teeth track her bites from the night before. Her tongue licks the nail marks she left over Root's ribs and the hollow of her belly. Her mouth latches onto the bruises she gifted Root as she repeated in her good ear just how much she loved their new home. How much she couldn't wait to make use of every single room. And how she could just imagine making Root scream her name in all of them.

Root's fingers grip Sam's shoulders for support, her body bending over Sameen's. She's not sure if she can stay standing much longer.

"Sameen," she moans, knowing the effect hearing her name will have on the other woman. But it's not like she can say much more, what with the way she feels Sam's grin against her belly button, or Sam's fingers traveling down the waist of her underwear. All she can do is let out a soft hum as Sameen looks up at her.

Root struggles to open her eyes, finds Sam kneeling, feels her breath right where she needs it. But Sameen is relentlessly teasing, enjoying her power way too much. The sight of her looking up at Root through her eyelashes, on the kitchen floor where Root was preparing this grand romantic gesture for her… Root swears she could come right now, if only Sam would let her.

"What, baby? Tell me," Sam says, her tongue tracing circles over Root's inner thigh.

Fuck, she's good.

"I know," she responds, and apparently Root said that out loud but the second Sameen's lips make contact with her through the fabric of her panties, Root just loses her shit. "Tell me what you need, baby."

Damn it, she knows exactly what calling her "baby" does to her, reducing her to an incoherent mess, a mess that can't breathe.

"You," Root manages. "I need you."

Because it's not "fuck me" anymore. It is take me, kiss me, make me scream and make me yours.

Sam's mouth is hot against her sex as she lays an open mouthed kiss on her."Here?" she asks Root, running a finger over her sensitive spot.

Root smiles, bites her lips as she hears she's not the only one deeply affected by all this. She can't help the giggle that escapes her, before turning into something more primal. "Yes, I want to feel you. Please."

Sameen's body is practically melded to hers, her forehead resting on her belly, allowing Root to feel the shiver that courses through her at those words, the hand on her thigh pressing deeper, the only thigh keeping Root upright.

She loves the growl that grows from Sameen's throat, that echoes through them both as she finally, finally, connects her lips, her tongue, her teeth to the spot where she needs her most. Sameen is relentless in her mission and Root's sighs and moans only fuel her drive.

Root's legs turn to jelly, but Sam notices and holds her up, all the while still licking away at Root's core. Root buries her hands in Sam's hair, pulling it just so, making Sam scream against her. Root's close, but Sameen is dragging it out and it is annoyingly painful and delicious at the same time.

"Sam," she chides. "Stop it." She pulls sharply at her hair to make her point.

Perhaps it wasn't the wisest of moves (or maybe it was just what she set out to do), because in retribution, Sameen slams three fingers inside of her without warning.

The feeling of Sameen inside of her, of her teeth clamping down on her flesh, of her strong arm holding her weight against the kitchen island, all of it combined makes up for an explosive combination that soon has Root trapping Sam's hand and head between her legs, all but yanking a lock of black hair from her head.

Sameen waits as Root's thighs part, releasing her head. She sports the widest fucking grin and Root can't wait to kiss it off her face. She pulls out of Root and, looking directly into her eyes, brings her fingers to her mouth to start licking them clean. Root could come again just by looking at her.

Instead, she drops to the floor, kneeling beside Sameen. Grabbing her wrist before Sam can do much more, she brings them to her mouth, trapping Sameen's fingers with her lips.

Sameen watches as Root licks her fingers, her jaw hanging open, a loud moan leaving her without permission. Now it's Root's turn to grin, victorious.

She doesn't waste any time shoving Sameen by the shoulders, pushing her onto the floor and straddling her waist. Her hair falls all over Sam, and she knows Sam loves it.

"What about breakfast?" is Sameen's trying-to-be-unaffected question. "I thought you were hungry?"

Root grins wickedly, licking her lips and letting eyes wander over Sameen. "Oh, sweetie, who said I wasn't?"

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As you may have noticed, this isn't a series of one shots, but in any case, I'll be incorporating different prompts into it. I didn't use any prompt for this one. I was going to, but then the girls just went ahead and did what they wanted.

And I'm a rugby fan, so obviously my Sam is too. Go Pumas!