lie to me → s.d.

.21 | only imagine

          The first thing Theodora saw when she opened her eyes was a bleariness that could only be brought about by a sleep far deeper than really necessary. She blinked a few times and cleared her vision, not bothering to move just yet, allowing her limbs to rest a while longer. When the haze disappeared, she found she was looking at a bare torso, tan and bullet-marked and right beside her in bed. She lay and admired the slight jut of his ribs, the pink tissue surrounding the trio of scars to the left of his belly button. If she tried hard enough, she could still taste them all on her lips.

          Golden sunlight filtered through the closed blinds across the room and created slotted patterns over her bare shoulders, the covers ending around her waist. The air smelled like smoke and sex, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

          Theodora finally forced herself to move and she lifted her head, gaze trailing up Sam's body. Her eyes landed on his face, features slack as he dozed off for a second round of sleep, a freshly-lit cigarette hanging dangerously loose from the edges of his lips. Pushing herself up, she reached out and gently pulled it from his mouth. His eyes fluttered open when she brought it to hers and took a drag.

          "You're going to burn the whole place down," she said, her voice croaky and shallow from the early hour.

          "Good morning to you, too."

          The pair laid back and shared the smoke, passing it back and forth as they stared at the crappy ceiling fan and the dust motes floating through the air. It was as if they were both still trying to calm themselves from the previous night, cool all the hot-blooded emotion and promises and swears that had spilled from their lips. One of his legs was tossed over hers under the covers and the feeling of her fingernail tracing the tattoo of a royal flush on his arm nearly made him shiver.

          "You know," said Sam and tilted his head to face her. "I think the ring suits you."

          Theodora cracked a groggy smile and wiggled her nose slightly, the cool metal of the ring still in her nose shifting with the movement. "Maybe we should get you one, handsome."

          There came a knock at the front door and they both nearly startled, propping themselves up as a shadow moved in front of the window. Another knock followed. "Hey, T!" called Nathan, and they relaxed. "You seen Sam anywhere?"

          The pair exchanged a glance. Telling Nathan, poor Nathan, who had been juggling their unsteady load of repressed emotions and half-returned flirtations, and who now had a marriage in crisis, that they had spent the night having sex and ravishing one another seemed a bit cruel.

          Theodora cleared her throat before yelling, "No! I thought he was with you?" Beside her, the Drake brother in question chuckled quietly and lay back with a hand under his head.

          "I'll find him," Nathan said. "Hurry up and get ready, we've got an island to search."

          They waited until his footsteps had faded away and the shadow had disappeared before grinning mischievously and releasing a quiet harmony of laughter. It was almost fun, keeping this little secret between them - just for now, of course. They figured they could at least wait until the job was over before telling Nathan; that seeemed the kindest thing to do.

          Sam shifted beneath the covers so that he had her pinned between his arms with nowhere else to go but forward. He flashed her a blinding smile after placing a deep, genuine, and passionate kiss against her lips. "You ready to go find some pirate treasure, princess?"