The Tower

Sam

I have never instantly connected with someone as quickly as I did with Samuel Thomas Wilson. By the time I went home after spending the first day with him we had one in-joke and spoke at least fifty percent in innuendo.

Things were now getting a little complicated. My phone buzzed a lot with messages from Sam, Clint and Tony and even the odd one from Natasha when she thought it was safe. Over the two weeks where Sam and I were setting our own pace, the others backed off a little. Clint showed up at my apartment for a sleepover twice. Tony asked if I'd come over once. I saw Wanda again briefly and met Bruce in the hall long enough to get tongue-tied while I tried to tell him how much I admired his work. Mostly though, I spent time with Sam.

The first day we spent just hanging out around the tower. We made pizza together. We went to the roof and got in the hot tub. I didn't have a swimsuit so we both just skinny-dipped. He showed me the arena they used for training. It was like I was getting to know someone I had known forever.

We set our own pace, not just rushing into sex the way I did with Clint or Tony. Nor did we take a long time not doing anything at all like I did with Nat. It was two weeks of making out, giving each other massages, talking dirty on the phone and just generally getting to know each other before we did anything. Sam had a tendency to do what I did. He used analyzing other people's problems as a way to ignore with his own. Never wanting to talk about how his parents died, or how he lost the first man he'd ever really been in love with. Always turning the conversation back to me and how I was dealing with everything.

He was at my place the day we took that step. His head was in my lap and I was feeding him grapes and generally just skitching his beard or walking my fingers down his neck while we spoke.

"It was weird you know. I think up until Cap I was just living on the premise that I liked women so I must be straight. I mean there was Riley obviously. But he was an anomaly that came about through the connection we had." He said as I ran my fingers down his neck. He flinched away from me a little as I hit a particularly ticklish spot. "Then one day I'm out for my morning run and the little shit keeps lapping me over and over every time just saying 'On your left'. And I would watch him tear by. He was wearing this ridiculously tight shirt. And I was just 'I am definitely not straight."

"I mean if someone's going to make you question your sexuality right?" I joked.

"We literally hooked up that night. That's how fast it happened." Sam answered. "So yeah, he made me question it pretty hard."

"Damn! I really need to meet Steve." I said and bent over softly kissing him.

He reached up and cupped my jaw, running his thumb over my cheek. "Soon enough."

"Glad I don't have to meet him the same way you did. I hate running. Running and team sports." I said and offered Sam another grape.

He took it nipping at my finger as he did. "But team sports are where it's at! You didn't even play softball at school?"

I shook my head. "And here's where I come off sounding completely private school preppy. I did rowing, dance, and skiing."

Sam smirked up at me. "I can picture it now. The uniform and everything."

"Oh yeah. It had a pleated skirt, knee-high socks. A tie and a blazer." I said.

Sam sat up and shifted over so he was pressed against me. "I bet you got a lot of detentions back then."

I smiled and ran my tongue over my lips. "Oh, I was such a bad girl."

Sam pulled me into his lap, his hand running under my t-shirt. "I bet you were."