Imagines Irish and British people

sam claflin x reader / staircase / fluff! smut towards the end

Y/N was sitting on the stairs that were the border between the first and the second storey of her house for half an hour, reading Franny and Zooey by Salinger when she heard the knob turning in the keyhole. She had come back from the café she worked in for the last six months, slightly tired but looking forward for the off week-end that was to begin. She had not even cared to shower, nor to change clothes for she had started this gripping book that she could not possibly let go of. So when steps were heard, all that could hold Y/N's attention was Zooey's monologue about religion and how humans live and die. She perfectly knew who it was for she had lived with that man for two years now and had registered his walk in her mind.

Usually, Sam, her beau would announce his arrival with a "I'm home, love!" or "Come and get me before I get you" which he was famous for saying. Sometimes making himself blush when he would realize that Y/N was not already in or that she was in company of a friend or collegue. Not today. It could not come at a better time for no matter how beseeching he could have become, Y/N would not have moved. And she persisted so long in fact that Sam decided to play a little. This time he would not blush for Y/N had written to him as she left the café, telling him that she did not want to go out tonight. So it would mean that she was not hosting anyone. He thought he would join Y/N in the living-room or in the bedroom they had shared from early on in their relationship – Sam asked Y/N for the two of them to move in after four months of passion and they quickly settled on a cottage house in the suburbs of London that was convenient for the both of them. He would then give her some looks without yielding before eventually making love to her, thus starting the week-end on the right foot.

It is when he climbed the stairs, not having seen Y/N in the living-room on the ground floor that he presumed that she was once again sitting on the stairs. It was not a common habit for Y/N but sometimes, once in a while, she would just unwind like that, too lazy to join the bedroom. Sam saw in that an endearing behaviour, one of many that had made him fall for her. By seeing her like that on the stairs, both vulnerable and the strong woman she had become through their relationship, he would just wait a little in the kitchen, cooking for the two of them and waiting for Y/N to come down, all in apologies for how much time had gone by and making up by cuddling her boyfriend, often leading to more. But not today. Sam decided that he would toy with Y/N. He climbed more stairs before catching a glimpse of Y/N through the Georgian handrail that was creating a path from him to her. The sun appeared to crown her with a halo of gold as the rays passed through the semicircle window above her. It was the month of May and after weeks of rain, it looked as though the sun had come back. Y/N looked so pure like that, still in her purple apron and her hair tied in a grip. Sam could hang out with anyone in the world if he wanted too. He had all the qualities for that: gentle, smart, dashing. And yet, it is with Y/N, a waitress that he knew he would live with for the rest of his life. That conclusion hit him some weeks ago but Sam did not react to it, believing that he was still in the period when one idolises their partner but now that he saw her just being herself on the stairs, it all made sense. Sam stood there for two minutes, unable to do anything but to be in awe for the angel he felt lucky every day to call his.

Sam then got a grip on himself, acknowledging that it was not his plan to be mesmerized but that he had in mind to tease Y/N. So he got up and up. He thought that he could well be a burglar that Y/N would not move either, which did not reassure him at all. What he ignored was that Y/N had memorized his walk and thereby her mind sent her messages that there was no need to be alarmed, that it only was the soothing sound of her boyfriend getting back from set. As he approached Y/N, the latter looked at the man reaching out for her, rolling her eyes as how cheesy he was getting, resting his head on the rail with a large smile. As Y/N came back to her book, not paying much more attention to him - her too was in a playful mood - Sam was hopeless. He had hoped by now that she would have given her more attention. As he sighed lightly, Y/N let go of a light chuckle that was quite unbearable to Sam. He then apologized to Y/N making his intentions clear that he wanted to join the bedroom that Y/N was avidly protecting like a proper foot guard facing the Queen's palace. Although the exchange was purely non verbal, Sam's intentions were far from being vague. Y/N had just decided to give him a bad treatment. As Sam tried to made his way, Y/N would move his way thus blocking her boyfriend to be granted access to the shelter that they could proudly call theirs. As she would do that, Y/N would not even care to smile at the situation and made it look as if she was not doing on purpose.

Ahead of him were two options: playing along with it or have Y/N defenceless. He then kissed with all the strength he could gather Y/N that dropped her book that she had nearly finished on one of the stairs. For the very first seconds of this everlasting contact she kept her eyes open, imprinting his lips on hers. But then as Sam made his kiss rougher, Y/N was forced to shut them being overwashed with the feeling she had played with and convinced her that she would not yield to. And yet she was falling for the man she had fallen for months ago and could not help but to stare by every morning she was blessed with. That same man that she would miss the second he would leave their house for yet another period on set. Having gained a semblance of control, Sam then rejoined the bedroom. Y/N had taken back on her reading, wishing for more. It is when her boyfriend's shirt was thrown from across the corridor that she knew she was not the only one craving for attention. She finally left her book for good. She stood up only to see her boyfriend on the threshold only in briefs.

"You're the prettiest", whispered Y/N as she approached Sam, half laughing half collecting herself from that sight she knew she could never get tired with.

"Not too bad yourself", answered Sam faking to act like a diva.