Fighting Fire - s.k.

Chapter Eight

Stevie was chanting the word "fuck" over and over again, not sure what to say and Sam stood there with their soaking wet clothes in his hands, struggling to find words of his own.

Stevie reached for the door and hesitated, still completely naked from the night before. She looked at Sam with panicked eyes, "Can you get me some clothes from my room?"

Sam smiled cheekily and nodded, "Yeah, I guess ya shouldn't just strut around naked."

Stevie looked down at herself and chuckled, meeting his eyes again, "Yeah, ya think?"

She turned around and Sam gasped when he saw an interesting-looking tattoo on her ass, "What is that?"

"What?" Stevie gasped, "What is what?"

The clothes in Sam's hands fell to the floor with a flop and he walked to her, poking her where her tattoo was "That! What is that on your ass, Stevie?"

Stevie craned her neck to see what he was looking at and she laughed, "Jesus, Sam! It's just a tattoo! Will you relax? We have more pressing matters right now!"

"I didn't know you got an ass tat," Sam chuckled, giving the tattoo a small smack, "Kinky."

Stevie jumped and scurried away from him, "Jake has the same one, ya know."

Stevie turned around just in time to see the color drain from Sam's face and she smiled, approaching him and laying her hands on his bare chest, "Chill out, Sam. They're just matching tattoos we got when we were twenty-one and drunk."

"What is it for?" Sam asked, grabbing her wrists and taking her hands off of him so he could try and look at it again.

She walked around in a circle with him, blocking him from another view, "It's two stick figures wearing rain coats! It's stupid."

"Why exactly did you guys do that?"

"It's from a song we like," Stevie swatted his hands away from her, "Will you cut it out? We're on a time crunch here!"

"Right," Sam rolled his eyes, "Clothes."

Sam turned on his heel but he looked at her over his shoulder, "I will be inspecting that later, just so ya know."

She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest, "Not until your brothers are gone, sure."

Sam glared at her, "Mhmm, we'll see about that."

Sam left the room and Stevie took in a shaky breath.  She could feel that she was about to be in deep shit. Part of her felt angry about them not telling her they were coming, but she knew that she couldn't be mad at them. She really should have been mad at herself for not bringing this up to Jake at all. She should have gone to him when she was even just having thoughts about Sam.

But now she was here, standing naked in a bedroom because Jake's here and this would be a very fucked up way for him to find out that she slept with his brother.  Stevie dug her finger nails into her arms as she paced the room, thinking about what she'd even say to Jake when the time came. It would mean a lot more now that Josh also knows and he's the only one in the dark about it. Maybe now isn't the time. She hadn't even really thought much about this herself.

She knew she wanted Sam, but she didn't actually know what any of that meant to her, truly. She didn't want to figure any of that out right away. She just wanted to be with him and keep getting to know the things about him that she clearly was unaware of. But, keeping a secret from Jake felt like such a huge, impossible burden to carry. It put a lot more pressure on her to actually figure things out so she could have more of an explanation for Jake other than "I don't know, Jake. Sam's really hot even when he's acting like a bitch?"