Ali let out a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her body was already tingling at the thought of seeing Sam. Excitement surged through her.

This was the longest they had been apart. It seemed strange that only a short while ago Ali hadn't even known Sam existed. Now she couldn't last a few days without him. Nor did she want to. Ali was perfectly happy with her addiction to Sam. An addiction that was fully reciprocated.

In the presence of Sam, Ali emotionally and physically felt his love for her. At times it was like a warm blanket enveloping her, providing security. Other times it was like a pedestal that supported her hopes and dreams. But the best times were when it was like a flame, burning into her soul. The simple act of Sam taking her hand in his still caused her heart to flutter.

Ali longed to feel that touch now. Shaking out her long raven locks, Ali straightened her outfit, trying to look perfect for Sam.

Then she reached out and knocked on the hotel room door.

"Coming!" Sam yelled from somewhere inside the room. Ali felt her insides clench at the sound of his voice. She licked her lips in anticipation.

The wooden door swung open revealing her blonde bombshell. He stood before her in causal black pants and a white cotton buttoned shirt. The buttons on said shirt were currently undone, exposing a peak of slightly tanned taut skin that screamed to be caressed. Jade irises widened followed by an explosion of white teeth as a grin broke out on Sam's face.

"Ali," he exclaimed.

"The one and only."

Ali had practiced a sassy speech on the way down on the train but she didn't get a chance to express it. Sam bolted forward and scooped her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. Strong arms crushed her against him, knocking the wind out of her. It seemed surprising Sam in the city was a good idea after all.

Smiling at the warmth of Sam, Ali reached up and ran her fingers through his hair and tried to pull back enough to kiss him. But Sam didn't budge, clinging to her.

"I missed you too, my love," Ali whispered into his ear. At her words, Sam eased his grip, allowing Ali to create enough space to kiss his cheek. He took a deep breath and moving his hands to her waist, pushed back to reveal her favourite colour green.

Ali placed hands on either side of his face. He regarded her with glossy eyes. She ran her thumb along his cheekbone. "Good surprise?"

"The best." His voice was a little raspy.

Down the hall, a door slammed, bursting the little bubble they had created, reminding Ali that they were standing in the doorway. "Can I come in?"

Sam took her hands from his face and kissed each palm. "Yes, Yes. Let me get that for you." Lacing his fingers between hers with one hand, he dropped the other to take the suitcase behind her and pulled both into his room.

Room was an understatement. Ali found herself in a little alcove that proved to be the entrance into a multi-room suite of which the first was some kind of dining area with a view of the city lights dominating the darkened space. Sam placed her bag beside a hall table with a mirror hung above it. Then he turned and kissed her.

Soft lips teased Ali's as he ran his fingers through her hair, finally landing in a spot to hold her head in place as his kiss intensified. Sam let go of her hand and slipped it around her waist, landing on the small of her back. Ali sighed. She loved it when Sam held her this way. She felt him smile against her lips.

Wanting to reciprocate, Ali spread Sam's shirt apart and ran her fingers down his finely formed chest. It had the desired effect and more. Sam groaned in delight. She reversed course, continuing up and over his shoulders, stripping away his shirt at the same time. Ali tried to tug it off him, but Sam refused to let go of her so she could get his arms free. She quickly gave up trying to remove the shirt and began tracing the muscles along his shoulders, then teasing the short hairs at the back of his neck.

Ali felt a rush of bliss as Sam intensified the kiss, using his lips not to speak words of "I miss you, I want you, I love you," but instead expressing them through touch. She felt every syllable. She drank them in like water to a woman who had wandered the desert for days. Taking everything Sam had to give and still wanting more.

Hunger tinged with something else, Ali wasn't sure what, fueled Sam's actions as he pulled himself against her trying to get as close as possible. It wasn't enough and soon she felt the cool wall hit her back as Sam used it as leverage. His hands were everywhere now, exploring, reacquainting himself with the contours of her body. Ali was only too happy to oblige, shifting as much as she could to help his hands reach where she wanted them to go. When a thumb finally dragged across her alert nipples, even through her dress, she felt the arousal pool as liquid heat down to her core.

Crushed against Sam, Ali could feel his growing erection pressing into her pelvis. The sensation drove her mad with the need to touch it, hold it and she tried to find a way to remove the clothing Sam was wearing that denied her access. With little success. Sam was too close for her to get any purchase to even find his zipper.

This was a new form of desire, something different for Sam. Usually, he was in tune with her wants, Ali rarely had to ask for anything. But this was not the case today. Sam was almost carnal in his amour for her. Ali had been turned on from the moment Sam opened the door, but this expression of passion had her salivating.

Ali was on the verge of verbally requesting access when Sam's hands hit her upper thigh and pushed under the thin fabric of her dress. Ali clenched in anticipation. He was about to discover her second surprise. Moving towards her center, Sam gasped. He pulled back and looked at her in awe when he discovered it.

She had stopped in the hotel lobby washroom before coming upstairs and removed her underwear. "Surprise?"

That hunger roared in his eyes and suddenly Sam's hands left her, tearing at his clothes until he was free and clear as well. They moved in unison, giving in to the animalistic desire to connect. Sam propping Ali up against the wall, pushing her skirt up around her waist. Ali, wrapping her legs around his hips to secure her position.

Ali felt his late evening scruff brush against her neck as Sam lowered her onto him. They melted into each other easily, quickly, perfectly, groaning together from the pleasure of being one. They hung there for a moment, luxuriating in the feeling of each other, then Sam began rhythmically moving, each thrust growing in intensity. His fingers dug into her skin, he moaned her name in her ear.

Too soon Sam shuttered beneath her. Ali didn't think she was at the same point, but the sound of Sam's satisfied moan caused Ali's world to erupt, euphoria seeping into her. After catching their breath, Sam gently lowered Ali back to the ground, wrapping his hands around her and kissing her neck, her cheek, her nose.

"Ali...I" Sam's voice was hoarse again, like before. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I..."

Then there was a sharp knock on the door. "Room Service."

"....ordered food?" Ali finished his sentence with a levity she didn't feel at the moment. What had just happened between them was so intense she felt herself reeling a little.