My hand held onto Sam's, our fingers entwined. We both carefully walked towards the empty field, where inmates would have been, but it was work hours for them. The air was cold, but not too cold to make me regret coming out here in the first place.

It was Sam's therapy session, but instead of holding it inside my yet to be made over office, I decided to take him outside. Of course with the permission from Joan's, which he hesitantly agreed to.

"Please, Mr Joan's. I feel like it will be a much more welcoming environment to be around in."

I had told him.

"Okay...but why are you only doing this for him?"

He had asked, his eyes narrowed at me.

"B-Because...I feel like it will encourage him to open up."

Was my reply. Then after a low sigh, he eventually gave in.

"Anything for you, Belle."

And a twinkle danced across his eyes. I hid in a shudder, but as I walked along with Sam, I didn't hide the grimace painting across my face.

There was definitely something wrong with that man.

Pushing my thoughts aside about my creepy boss, I focused back on the path both Sam and I were headed towards. I let him guide the way, confusion bubbling up inside of me as he walked further and further into the field, stopping when we reached far from the prison grounds.

"Sam," I called, pausing along with him. A small smile was playing on his lips. The sight made my heart melt.

"Why this far?" I questioned, curiosity and amusement latched onto my words.

"Because, I can hold and touch you however I want, without having to constantly look over my shoulder." He offered a toothy grin. My heart fluttered and I took a step forward, reaching out to place a kiss on his stubbly jaw. I pulled back, earning a soft smile from him.

An odd feeling occurred in my heart. I wasn't sure what it was, but the way Sam looked at me - it made me feel warm.

"Come," He uttered, snapping me out my thoughts. Smiling back at him, I nodded, letting him take my hand and guide me to sit down on the green grass. I didn't mind at all, even though I was dressed in black jeans and a white blouse, paired along with my lab coat; I wouldn't mind getting them dirty.

Sam would be holding onto me - it was worth it.

Our sitting arrangement was comfortable. He pulled over his hood, laying down on his back, before pulling me down beside him, wrapping his arms around me. I lay my head on his hard chest, unable to hide the smile on my lips.

It was a peaceful silence for a few minutes. We simply savoured the presence of being wrapped around each other, feeling this tingly sensation throughout my body. I wasn't familiar to it, I had no idea what it was. I had no clue if whether it was good for me or bad.

All I knew, it was a happy feeling and it had something to do with Sam.

"This is nice," I heard him lowly say. My lips quirked further into a smile.

"It is." I whispered, slowly running a hand across his chest. Today, I decided I wouldn't bring along my pen and his brown folder. Today, I didn't want for him to hold me and me to be playing the role of his therapist. I...I just wanted him to open up, with me being his girlfriend.

"How's your day been?" I softly asked him. He caressed my clothed arm, but the faint tingles zinged across my skin.

"Crappy, up till now." He replied. I grinned up at him, which he returned. Our eyes locked and I simply stared into those hazel orbs of his. They were mysterious, secretive, closed off. And suddenly, I wanted to know him right there and then. I wanted to know this beautiful human being.

"Tell me about yourself." I heard myself say. A sad glint waved across his eyes and a humourless smile curled onto his lips.

"You don't want to know me, Belle." He squeezed my forearm. I frowned, my hands leaving his chest to cup his cheeks.

"Don't say that." I whispered.

"Why not? It's the truth. You don't wanna know how fucked up I really am. Because I just know once you find out, you won't want anything to do with me. So, Belle...let's not go there." He flatly told me. My heart deflated a little, but he was wrong if he thought I'd give up on him just like that.

"No, I want to go there, Sam. You can't think so low and negative of yourself, and I know you don't want me to fix you or whatever that bull you talk about - but that's not what I want. I simply want to understand you, I've said this so many times!" I paused, seeing his eyes glance away from me. I tugged his chin upwards, his eyes locking with mine.

"Y-You said yourself, that you... see guidance, comfort in me - I won't be able to provide you with any of that, not unless you open up to me, Sam. I want to understand you so badly, you won't be even able to comprehend it." I truthfully told him.

"Let me in, Sam. Tell me....tell me who the real Sam Blake is." My voice cracked, feeling my heart build up in emotion. His narrowed, hazel eyes, softened on me. He exhaled, and with the noticeable hesitance, nodded his head. Relief floated inside of me.

He didn't close me out.

"Okay...what...what do you want to know?" He questioned. Smiling lightly, I placed my head back down onto his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso. I cuddled into him.

"Anything....tell me," I paused, taking a moment to think.

"Tell me about your teenage years." I decided to go with. He instantly tensed beneath me, his heart beat picking up slightly. Concerned, I pulled my head up to look at him. A frown of worry grew onto my lips.

"What's wrong?" I gently asked. He let his eyes tightly shut close and he slowly shook his head.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Just...just give me a second." He breathed out. Reluctantly, I listened, placing my head back down onto his chest. The rhythm of his beating heart echoed inside my ears. It was a soothing sound to hear.

"Well, there's not much to it." He trailed off, inhaling a deep breath afterwards.

"I worked a part time job at the gym, training and helping out people who needed it. But although I was getting paid, I wasn't there for the money. It fascinated me watching people come in and work for a strength, and the thing which tagged along with it - power."

I listened silently, taking in his words.

"With muscles, comes power. You have the strength to fight, the right to feel powerful. The right to defend yourself." He breathed, I softly ran a hand back and forth against his chest. It was an action which I hoped soothed him and let him relax. I think it was working.

"Anyways, I used to stay after my shift to work out and build my own strength. Progress was slow, it was painful - but I got there in the end. I built up a healthy diet, always eating good foods, fruit, vegetables; plenty of protein." He relaxed beneath me.

"Were you a jock?" I asked him.

"Yeah, uh, I joined the basketball team in sophomore year, only because of the coach basically begging me to join. Apparently I had good skill, which I can't disagree with." I rolled my eyes, chuckling at his cockiness. I just knew he had that little boyish smirk playing on his lips.

"But, I didn't stay on it for too long. Practice swallowed a lot of my time, and I needed that time to work at the gym to continue my progress as well as bring money back home." He told me. I hesitated for a second, wanting to ask him a question about his parents.

I feared he'd react with anger. Or either he'd close me off.

"Sam....what did you parents think about this all?" I softly asked. There was pause of silence, he tensed beneath me. I instantly ran a hand reassuringly down his chest.

"Let me in," I whispered, quietly.

"My...my mother supported it, but he - he didn't." His tone fell cold.

"He couldn't stand the thought of me growing some muscles of my own, neither could he allow me to continue growing stronger than him as each day went by. He simply didn't want me to end the deadly power he held over my mother and I." He growled. I frowned to myself.

Sam's father was a sick man, no doubt about that. He didn't deserve either of them, even if I didn't know his mother.

"Other than having a sick bastard, which I had the unfortunate to call 'dad', I was a normal teenage kid. Decent amount of friends, a part time job, and slightly higher than adequate grades. I was normal." He nonchalantly said. However, the last part killed my heart.

"W-Was normal?" The shaky words left my lips as I glanced up at him. His eyes softened, and he exhaled.

"Yes, Belle. Was normal. No other normal seventeen year old kid would end up in prison. Especially for doing -" He cut himself off, shaking his head at himself. His entire body tensed.

"It's okay, Sam." I softly whispered, leaning forward to place a few kisses against his face. He slowly relaxed, suddenly pulling me on top of him and tightly holding me in his arms.

"Thank you for opening up to me." I sincerely whispered, meaning every word.

"I'll try, but only for you, Belle." He lowly whispered in my ear.

As Sam had said, progress was slow, but he'd get there in the end.

I believed exactly the same for our situation.

Exhaling, I pushed those thoughts to aside and pulled back, laying down beside him. Our eye contact never once broke, both of us staring deeply into each others eyes. A faint glint waved across them. A glint I wanted to seem more of.

"What are you thinking about?" I heard myself ask. The corner of his lips curled widely into a grin, the glint growing larger.

"Just how lucky I am to be here, holding you. To be able to call you mine." He breathed, sincerity dancing in his eyes. My heart blossomed, feeling a tingling sensation instantly flood me. Foreign words, words which I never had spoken before, other than my parents, and Aunt Rosie - they threatened to leave my lips.

'I love you'

"Sam," I whispered, a gulp building in my throat. He suddenly lent forward, pressing his lips against my forehead.

"I mean it, Belle. You're truly are the only source of happiness I've ever felt. You're...you're perfect, precious." His silky voice said. My heart stuttered and I felt the blush burn darkly against both my cheeks.

"You're beautiful. My precious Belle." He rasped, the corner of his lips quirking into a smile. Emotional tears pricked my eyes, threatening to escape. I was never an emotional person, but ever since I met Sam; he managed to make me cry both in happiness and in hurt.

Right now, I felt happiness.

Without having any sort of a response of my own, I decided to lean forward and press my lips against his. He immediately replied, my actions more fierce than his. He groaned into the kiss, his hands trailing away from my waist and lowering down towards my behind. He gripped it roughly in his hands.

I moaned into the kiss, having to pull back to catch my breath.

"Fuck," He cursed and suddenly switched our position over, my back meeting flatly with the earths ground, while he hovered over me. Our lips connected. The softness of his lips, left me aroused, as well as the wetness of his tongue.

I held in an embarrassing moan, his hands clutching thirstily onto my ass.

"I love your ass," He rasped, giving it another firm squeeze. I whimpered in pleasure, the roughness only exciting me further. His hands sadly left my behind and moved upwards, swiping under my shirt, slowly trailing up towards my breast.

"Lace," He murmured, pulling away from the kiss, his hands firmly cupping my lace covered breast. I blushed, feeling my nipples hardened under his hands. He growled in appreciation, softly squeezing them in his palms.

"I want to see them." He suddenly said, his eyes darkening. Blushing, my hands left my side and moved over to the hem of blouse, slowly beginning to unbutton it. Lust washed across his eyes. And hurriedly, he began to help me unbutton. When I felt the cold air brush against my bare skin, I realized my top was open.

His eyes were glued to my lace covered breast, my nipples hardening further.

"Fuck," He licked his lips, he looked to be in awe. Our eyes locked as he slowly reached forward and pressed his lips against the valley of my breast. He inhaled sharply. I let out a soft hum, his lips moving over to kiss the swell of my breast, tingles being left upon them.

"Beautiful, Belle." He murmured, one of his hands using to help keep him up over me. While the other slowly trailed up to my breast. My breath hitched inside my throat as his fingers traced over my clothed breast, his lips leaning forward to press a kiss against my neck.

"Sam." I moaned, my hands leaving my side, once again, to tangle themselves inside his locks of blonde hair.

"My sweet Belle." He breathed, rubbing his fingers over my breast. Pleasure sparkled up inside of me. His lips pressed against my neck, finishing off what he never got to do yesterday. He was going to leave me a hickey - but I didn't mind. Not one bite.

He pulled away from my neck to place his lips back onto my breast, his finger slowly tugging down the lace cup on my right breast. His warm, wet mouth welcomed a nipple. I arched my back, my eyes tightly shutting close at the exhilarating pleasure.

"Oh my," I heavily breathed out, clutching my hand into his hair. He sucked on it, his tongue swirling around the firmly pointed pebble.

"Precious." His warm breath bouncing against it. I let out a moan, bucking my hip absently on to his. He groaned, his sucking becoming more urgent. My womanhood throbbed for attention. He cupped both of my breast in his hands, his thumbs traced my nipples. One covered, the other clothed.

But just then, a drop of water fell onto my forehead. My eyes snapped open, glancing up at the dark grey sky.

"Sam," I whispered, his hands slowly let go of my breast and he pulled back. Raindrops suddenly became more rapid.

"You've got to be kidding me," I heard him mutter. I frowned, sitting up to pull my lace bra over my exposed breast. Sam groaned, cursing under his breath.

"I guess we'll have to finish this another time." He winked. Blushing, I hurriedly buttoned up my blouse, the rain suddenly becoming more rapid.

"Fuck, I think we should head back inside." I heard Sam say glumly. An idea popped into my mind, and I jumped up onto my feet. A grin grew onto my lips.

"Or, we could stay out here..." I trailed off. His brows furrowed and he slowly stood onto his feet, his eyes narrowed.

"And what, catch a cold? We should head inside, Belle." He sighed. I bit down down on my bottom lip, reaching forward to hold onto his hand.

"Come on," I smiled. Hesitantly, he followed, allowing me to guide him over further onto the field.

"Let's dance!" I found myself giggling. I spun around in the rain, feeling my clothing dampen and my hair grow heavy from the weight of the water. I twirled around in the cold air for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of being carefree and letting happiness take over me.

I giggled, slowly feeling dizzy, making me pause to catch my balance. When my eyes shot over to Sam, his eyes were narrowed on me. His lips were in a flat line, our eyes locked intensely. My smile faltered slightly. I arched a brow at him.

He said nothing as he slowly strode over to me, and paused. Our eyes locked, his hand reached out to move a strand of wet hair behind me. My eyes narrowed. And then a breathtaking grin curled onto his lips.

"You're precious."

"My precious, Belle." He breathed and he twirled me around. A giggle left my lips and I let him twirl me around. A chuckle left his lips sounding my ear, the both of us getting wet with rain, dancing like fools - without having a care in the world.

And as minutes ticked by, both of us embracing the happiness.

I realized that my feelings went deeper than this. What I thought was a silly crush, developed as time went by. I had grown attached to Sam, I was afraid of loosing him - I didn't want to.

And that was simply because of one reason.

I loved him.

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