Samuel Drake One Shots

Beach Day

Requested by LilMeowMeow7

A/N: This was really rushed because I wanted to get it up really quick before I forgot. But if you wanted to see what happened in the car 😳 I'll write a part 2 . I'm sorry if this was really bad btw, like I said, it was rushed but my dyslexia was really getting the best of me today so... Feel free to correct any of my mistakes, I'll fix them, I didn't have time to edit so this is going up right away. But anyways, enjoyyy

WARNINGS: Language, smut mostly just getting handsy. Sam tryna get it on really ;)

Summary: I forgot to add a summary to my first one but here one is for this one shot. Sam takes you to the beach for a day out of the house, but after seeing you in your swimsuit, he can't keep his hands off you and you join in on his little game ;)
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It had been a while since you and Sam had gotten to leave the house and spend the day out and about, going on little dates like usual. He loved taking you out, showing off the woman that he claimed as his. Not to mention, he might get a reward later on which if he did or didn't, he wouldn't complain either way.

It had been super hot this week but your small house that you two shared, unfortunately didn't include a pool in the backyard. Sam had planned to take you out sometime this week, but it got much too hot. It wasn't until he was outside washing your car until he decided a beach day sounded perfect. Plus, the chance to see you in just your bikini was just another perk.

Wiping sweat from his forehead with his wrist, Sam kneeled in front of the tire he had been scrubbing. His shirt was getting damp and he dealt with it for a long while, but it kept just getting hotter. He frustratedly dropped the scrub brush into the bucket of soapy water and groaned before he pushed himself to a stand. He looked around, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed. The sun shined right down on him and the black car, which only reflected onto him, making him even hotter.

Finally, he had gave in and turned on his heels, rushing to the front door of the house. He pushed open the door and peeled off the damped blue tshirt, kicking the door closed behind him.

"We're going to the beach."  Sam announced, passing by you on the couch as you sat there, facing burried into the book you had held in your hands.

You looked up at him as he rushed to throw his shirt in the dirty clothes and let out an amused laugh. "Can't handle the heat?" You teased.

Sam closed the door to the laundry room and made his way back to you and rolled his eyes playfully. "Easy for you to say, you were sitting here in the house, with air conditioning."

You marked your spot in your book and placed it on the coffee table. You let your eyes scan the shirtless man standing across from you. "That's a fair point. But maybe you should consider a pair of shorts next time, and not a pair of jeans."

Sam grinned. "I'll take them off if you want." He placed his hand on the button of his jeans, making you laugh.

"No time. We're going to the beach." You stood up and patted him on the chest before leaving a kiss on his cheek.

You made your way to the bedroom to change into your black bikini, Sam's favorite out of the few you had. Once you were done, you slipped on a sundress then tied up your hair. You left the bedroom only for Sam to slip past you so he could change.

While you waited, you got a thin blanket to lay on the sand and a couple towels. You didn't forget to pack up a few water bottles in case you two needed them, which you probably would.