Hers

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Garfield sat on the other end of the couch.  His electric orange eyes were glaring at me from across the way.  I furrowed my brows at him and leaned in closer.  A low rumble escaped his chest as he blinked lazily at me.

“Garfield,” I mocked, dragging out the ‘r’ sound in his name.  “What?”  I asked quickly and quietly, causing him to jump.

“You know, he’ll never learn to like you if you keep tormenting him,” Sam called from the doorway.  I smiled, but didn’t take my gaze off the feline.

Garfield, on the other hand, lost all interest in me as soon as he discovered Sam was in the room.  He leaped off the couch and ran over to him so he could weave himself against Sam’s legs.

“Traitor,” I murmured in his direction.  Sam chuckled and placed a kiss on my forehead.  “Any clue on how to fix me?”  I asked as he turned away.

“None whatsoever,” he responded as he searched through my cabinets.  “I asked witches, I asked angels, I looked in books, there’s absolutely nothing out there.”

“We should perform an exorcism,” I suggested, running my hand over Garfield’s coat.  He turned and hissed at me, but I just stuck my tongue out and went back to rubbing him.

Sam laughed and turned his attention from the cabinets to the refrigerator.  “I don’t think that would work, but I like where your head’s at.”

“What are you looking for?”  I asked after a while of his rummaging through my kitchen.

“Something to make a meal out of,” he said, looking around the kitchen one last time.  “You literally have nothing to cook with.”

I scowled.  “That is not true,” I insisted.  Sam raised a light brown eyebrow at me and opened a cabinet at random.

“You’re right,” he admitted.  “There’s two packs of Ramen noodles, expired crackers, half a jar of peanut butter, and ketchup in here.  And in the ‘fridge,” he said walking over to the large machine in the corner of the kitchen, “there’s half a gallon of milk, a leftover sandwich, orange juice, Pop-tarts, and rice.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.  “That’s plenty of stuff.”

He laughed and pulled out the rice.  It landed on the counter with a thwack.  He bent down and opened the door to the freezer.

“What are you doing now?”  I asked, peering over his shoulder as he removed a package from the freezer and walked over to the sink.

He ignored me and began working.  A moment later, he pulled a pan from under the sink and threw in chopped onions, mushrooms, garlic, and thyme that he dug up from somewhere in my almost useless kitchen.  I watched as he navigated his way around my kitchen, practically conjuring up ingredients and chopping away at perfectly defrosted chicken.  Once the ingredients in the pan were cooked to his liking, he added the chicken.

“How are you doing this?”  I asked in awe.

“Cooking?”  Sam asked.  I punched him in his arm and stared at the pan he was shaking around.  “I may have used a few of my secret angel powers to keep us from starving.”

“Are you allowed to do that?”  I asked.  He nodded and added salt and pepper to the pan.

“Can you grab the rice and a cup of water?”  He asked.

I did as I was told, surprised by how normal this felt.  Sam took the ingredients and added them to the already terrific smelling mixture.  I stared in awe as he cooked.  He bent and rummaged under the sink for a cover to the skillet.  After a while, he pulled it out, covered the pan, and reduced the heat.

He looked up and smirked at me.  I blushed, knowing I had been caught staring at him.

“You know, it’s not polite to stare,” Sam chided me.

I shrugged and smiled at him.  “Polite is more your thing,” I teased.

“It’s a talent only a few can possess.”  He walked closer to me and pressed a small kiss on my lips.  I pulled away, smiling.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked with his forehead resting on mine.  “Why take care of me?  All I’ve done is screw things up but you won’t leave.”

He brushed a stray strand from my face and looked at me gingerly.  “Because you don’t deserve Hell, Lil.  You deserve so much better.”

“You must have really loved her,” I whispered, afraid of hurting him by bringing her up.

“I really love you.”

I felt a blossoming in my chest and an indescribable warmth flood through me.  I had always known that Sam loved Lilith and I had grown to accept that that was the part of me he loved but in that moment, it was like Lilith never existed and Sam was just a normal guy, not an angel battling for my soul.  We were just two, ordinary people having an ordinary dinner together in an ordinary house.

It didn’t matter that he was an angel.  It didn’t matter that I was a succubus.  Lilith didn’t matter.  Ace didn’t matter.  Just Sam and me, that was all I cared about and I would do anything to keep it like that.

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Quick little chapter before ish hits the fan.  Chapter 22 has one of the scenes that was part of the original planning so I've been waiting for you guys to read it for a looooong time and I can't wait!  Chapter 23 is pretty chill and then Chapter 24 has been long awaited from fans of a certain demon we all know.

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What do you guys think of Sam?  We've gotten closer to him these past few chapters.  Has your opinion of him changed at all?

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Song>>>> Blue Blood- Laurel (SAM SONG <3)

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