"Are you sure 'bout this?" Becky asked, sitting with her knees to her chest on the hotel sofa as Sami poured them both a glass of wine.

"Why? You having second thoughts?"

"I jus', I don' know if-"

"If I can do it?"

"Sami, I don't want ya to change for me. What kinda friend would I be if I let ya do that?"

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think, Bex," he handed her the glass and sat opposite of her, sipping on his.

"What's that mean?"

"It means this isn't a changing who I am, it's just…changing strategy."

"Changin' strategy?"

"You want a little straight fire, well," he shrugged, "I happen to enjoy that too."

"Do ya now?"

"You're so convinced I'm sweet and innocent,"

"Ya are!"

He licked his lip and looked over at her with a surprisingly hungry gaze. Wordlessly, he patted his lap. Becky laughed and rolled her eyes, but he raised an eyebrow in return.

"Ya serious?"

"You nervous?"

She giggled, looked him up and down as he smiled at her, and crawled onto his lap. His eyes grazed her up and down as his hands teased the hem of her shirt. He met her gaze and smiled again.

"Shall I?"

"Be my guest."

"Think I'd rather," he trailed his fingertips down to the first snap of her denim shirt, "take my time."

One by one he made his way up, snapping each open as he went along. It made her shiver as he slowly got closer. As he slipped it off her shoulders, his eyes ate up the cotton push-up bra.

"You were wearing this the other day," he murmured huskily as his hands ran over the blue lace of the bra.

"What?"

"When I came by to talk to you about the program," he slipped his hands under the cups, "you were wearing this under that robe. It was peaking out"

She chuckled, "Ya enjoy the view?"

"What do you think?" he smiled shyly and rolled her nipples between two fingers.

"Oh-"

"Now that's more like it," he rubbed her in circles and she melted into his hands.

Pulling it over her head, he pressed his lips to her neck. Her hands found his hair, running them through his little curls. His lips moved lower and lower before finally latching onto one nipple. She gasped and he moved a hand to the other for a moment before switching sides.

"Sami," she giggled.

"I'd rather hear you moan that," he bit down lightly.

"Ah!" she jumped and he held down her by her thighs.

"You like that?

She moaned in response and he chuckled, pushing up and rolling her with his thumbs roughly. He pushed her back down on the couch, pulling her jeans down and discarding them. Rubbing the outside of her underwear, a sly smile broke out on his face.

"Shiiit. This is working huh?"

"Mmm-"

"Say it." The demanding tone of his voice made her gasp as he ran small circles over the fabric.

"I need you, Sami," she breathed.

"Need me?"

"Sami!" she whined but he kept his sly smile straight. Becky sighed, "I need you to fuck me."

He pulled down her panties and immediately pushed in two fingers. She gasped and moaned as he pumped in and out faster and faster. Grabbing at his hair, she let her legs drape over his shoulders.

"Oh, you like it deep?"

"I-"

Sami didn't wait for her to respond, pushing in as deep as he could. He teased her, pushing in roughly and pulling out slowly and soft. Her moans matched his pace, letting out a yelp as he hit her most sensitive spot and whimpering when he pulled away. He was grinning as he watched her face, and she pulled him into her lips, kissing roughly.

"Get on the bed for me," he whispered as she struggled to catch her breath. She paused and he nipped at her ear, "now."

She did as he asked, laying back on the pillows and watching as he shed all of his clothes. His cheeks were flushed but the glimmer in his eye was more devious than the last time she'd gotten with him. Pulling his shirt over his head, he flexed his chest and it made her laugh. Sami wasn't one of those guys whose body showed it, but regardless he was in incredible shape. He was never going to be like Finn, with the well-defined 6-pack, but as her eyes traced his torso, the short hairs on his chest and his thick arms, she didn't mind at all.

"What?" he smiled at her.

"Ya just look…really sexy tonight," she laughed as he climbed on top of her.

"Hadn't noticed before? That's alright, we'll fix that," he crawled on top of her and kissed her neck.

"Is that so?"

He nipped lightly and she let out a loud moan.

Leaning into her ear, he whispered, "spread 'em."

She laughed, he was not holding back, that was for sure. He pushed in slowly, gently at first, and then once they were settled continued his rhythm from earlier. Pushing her legs to her chest so that he could deepen his thrust, he met her eyes.

"Like that?" he smiled slyly on a slow pull-out.

"Yeah-" she said breathily, and then cried out as he pushed back in roughly.

"Good," he trailed a few kisses up to her ear, "if you're good maybe I'll let you turn around."

"What?" She laughed.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Becky bit her lip, "yeah, alright."

"Then be good."

"Good?" she said with another laugh.

"Kiss me."

She did, roughly fighting for dominance against his tongue. He let his hands wander over her body, grazing her inner thigh and teasing, moving up over her stomach to her chest and waiting for her to gasp before abandoning them for her hair. Patient as always, he kept at it until she was moaning nonstop. She arched her back, crying out his name.

"God I love that sound,"

"Haha really?"

"I've been dreaming about that sound for a long time," he purred in her ear and she paused as he realized he said that out loud. "Uh, turn around."

Scrambling onto her hands and knees, she flipped her hair. He looped his arms around her thighs for leverage and quickened his pace. Before long he was slamming into her as she tipped her head back and moaning.

"C'mon," he pulled her by her shoulders to meet his body. Kissing her neck he brought a hand down to her and rubbed in small circles.

"Oh," she gripped his hips as he got rougher and rougher.

"This more what you were after?" he asked as she started to shake. "A motherfuckin' lay, huh?"

That sent her over the edge, she grabbed at his hair and moaned.

"Say it," he murmured. "C'mon saaay it."

"Fuck, Sami," she managed through a loud moan, and that made him let out a groan as his knees shook.

Her whole body was shaking too, and she collapsed into the bed on her stomach. He covered her body with his, a thin layer of sweat sticking their skin together. Kissing her cheek lightly, he moved a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Still just your sweet little Sami?" he whispered.

She giggled and turned over, settling into the bed.

"Definitely a little," she laughed, "straight fire."

"Glad you enjoyed it," he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Yeah turns out I needed it,"

"You can have it anytime you want, Bex."

"Ha, don' get too excited, I'm really not lookin' for a fuck buddy."

"What about a make love buddy?" he teased, pressing his smiling lips to her cheek.

"Most definitely not."

"You really don't want to keep doing this?"

"Sami," she turned and leaned her head on her arm, playing with his little curls again. "Don't cha think that might be a bad idea?"

"Well…no. Not really. I mean," his eyes flickered down and then back up to hers. "I like this. You like this?"

"I like it, but I don' really think it's somethin' we should keep doin'."

"What, it becomes a habit at number three?"

"Kinda. Plus you were the one who had to prove you could properly fuck me."

"And I did, didn't I? Sounded like it," he smiled slyly at her.

"Yeah…yeah it was fantastic, but…"

"But what Bex?"

"I told you what I was looking for when ya first told me you wanted to make love," she rolled her eyes. "An' it definitely wasn't that."

"Yeah… I guess it wasn't," he said with a sigh. Rolling out of bed he pulled up his boxers as she watched him.

"I don't understand what you're mad 'bout, Sami,"

"I'm not mad," he shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I just thought…"

"Thought what?"

"I thought you'd feel it," he turned towards her, his brown eyes pained.

"We got chemistry, yeah, but that's not…"

"Enough? Giving it to you like that, wasn't enough?" his tone was soft, his voice quiet.

"Sami I told ya that I didn' want ya change for me." She thought about moving up and pressing her lips to his skin but decided to keep her distance.

"I didn't. I like it like that sometimes too. Variety right?"

"Right,"

"I just thought…I dunno maybe you would see how good I can be to you."

"I do see that."

"And you would see that I could be good to you all the time," he looked back at her again, but she didn't say anything. "Maybe you'd even let me take you to dinner eventually."

"Oh, Sami."

"I know, I know, you never signed up for that," he sighed, "I should go."

"You can stay," she said, pulling the comforter up to her chest as the heat was wearing off.

"Thanks," he hiked up his jeans and pulled on his t-shirt hastily, "but I'm gonna go."

"Well… g'night Sami," she looked down, unsure what she could say.

He smiled at her sadly as he stepped into his shoes.

"Goodnight, Bex."

The door closed behind him with a quiet click. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. How did she manage to mess even this up? He was hers, all she had to do was say yes. But somehow, she just couldn't make up her mind about if she wanted to do that.