Perfect (Sam Holland)
Hey guys! I know I promised this to you guys last night, but I may or may not have fallen asleep before I could post it… oops. Anyway, it’s here now (only about 12 hours late XD).
I want to apologize to any male readers because, as much as I try, I just can’t seem to write gender neutral fics. I’ve tried, I really have, but I just can’t seem to do it.
Word count: 1,132
Warnings: Nothing? Light making out if that counts. And possibly so much fluff you might die? Cute Sam? oh wait no, that can’t be a warning, that’s a constant thing.
“Sam!” Y/n’s sweet voice rang throughout the Holland house.
“What?” he responded to his girlfriend immediately.
“It’s raining!” was her enthusiastic reply as she raced into the room Sam was in, her socks slipping on the floor nearly causing her to fall over.
“And?” Sam questioned, not quite sure where she was going with this.
“And I want to go out in it. Catch up Sam, I thought couples were supposed to be able to read each other’s minds!”
Sam rolled his eyes at her smart-ass comment before commenting, “Darling, if we go out in the rain we’ll get sick.”
“That’s not true, Sam! The temp or whether or not it’s raining has absolutely nothing to do with sicknesses.” She was already putting her shoes on in preparation, and he finally gave in.
“Fine,” he sighed. “I’m coming.”
Within a few minutes, the two were ready to venture outside (it only took that long because Sam was trying to convince Y/n to wear a coat).
Throwing open the front door, Y/n ran out into the street and spun in a circle, drenched in seconds. Sam followed behind more slowly, mostly because he was so focused on her figure, but partially because it was dark and wet and he hadn’t wanted to go outside in the first place. But, he had to admit, it was all worth it seeing the look on her face when the rain landed on her cheeks and slowly ran down her jaw.
She spun for a few seconds until she got too dizzy to continue, and when she stopped she nearly fell over; Sam caught her before she could hit the ground. He pulled her upright and it only took a moment notice the position they were in. His arms were around her waist, and her hands were clutching his shoulders gently to steady herself. As she looked up to meet his gaze, he blushed furiously before speaking.
“Darling, would you dance with me?”
Her eyes widened slightly, completely caught off guard by his request. “But love, there’s no music,” she began, opting to point out the obvious rather than try to voice the fact that they were in the rain… and people only dance in the rain in books and movies… right?
A small smile took over Sam’s features before he replied, “Darling, we don’t need music. Besides, you’re my favorite song anyway. I could listen to you for hours, days even, without getting tired of it. And it’s not only your words, either,” he added. “You could never speak again, and I’d spend all my time listening to your breathing, or maybe I’d listen to your heartbeat instead.”
Y/n was rendered speechless by his words, and although she’d never admit it, she may have teared up slightly. After several long moments of silence, she finally managed to speak. “Sam, you’re incredible. And as cheesy as that was, I love you so much. So yes, I’ll dance with you.”
And so they danced. Neither of them really knew how, but they tried, and it was perfect. They were together, and they were happy.
As they swayed, Y/n couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. She couldn’t imagine how odd they must have looked to their observers, if any were present. Their clothes were completely soaked, their hair too, and yet here they were; swaying back and forth in the rain, completely consumed in each others eyes, at least mostly oblivious to their surroundings.
“What?” Sam’s voice broke through her thoughts, bringing her back to the present.
“Hm?” she responded, slightly confused.
“You laughed. I was wondering what you were thinking.”
“Oh, just how ridiculous we must look,” she giggled again. “I mean, we are dancing in the rain, completely soaked to the bone.”
“Nah,” Sam breathed, pressing his forehead to hers. “I think we’re fine. It’s more likely that whoever’s watching is jealous of me for having such a wonderful girlfriend.”
Y/n felt a small grin overcome her face as she looked at him affectionately. “You’re such a dork,” she whispered before pressing her lips to his in a short, sweet kiss. When she pulled back to look at him, she met his gaze, and before she knew what was happening, their lips met again, more passionately than before. Her hands, previously wound together behind Sam’s neck, worked their way into his hair, combing through the soft curls.
One of Sam’s arms simply tightened around her waist, pressing her to him, while the other came up to her neck, fingers winding their way into the hair at the base of her neck.
Sam mewled in protest when Y/n pulled back to breath. The moment her lips were no longer on his, his mouth moved to her jaw and neck, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses there before choosing a spot and sucking slightly, probably leaving a slight mark.
“Oh god, Sam,” she breathed, the sensation overwhelming her. “Sam- Sam stop, love.”
He pulled away, embarrassed and already flushed red. “What’s wrong? What did I do? Oh god, I messed up, I’m sorry-”
Y/n placed another gentle kiss on his lips, cutting off his apologies. “Sam, you didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, I loved it. However, we’re still in the middle of the street.” As if to emphasize her words, the rain began to come down harder, drowning out any sounds further away than they were to each other.
Realizing that she was right, and that he hadn’t done anything to upset her, Sam let out a breath of relief before releasing a small chuckle. Admittedly, he was only just realizing how cliche their actions were. Y/n joined in with his laughter, and soon a chorus of giggles could be heard from the road.
After their random moment of amusement ended, they were again left in silence, and it was only a matter of seconds before Sam’s lips were on hers again, this time in a slow, romantic kiss that showcased their feelings for each other, placed them out in the open, on display for the world to see.
Yes they were just kids; yes they were each others’ first love, but what they had was real; what they had was true, and what they had would last a lifetime.
Sam was the one to pull away this time, but he didn’t go far. His forehead pressed against hers, and a hand came up to tuck a piece of Y/n’s dripping hair behind her ear.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, more to himself than her, though she heard it anyway, due to their close proximity.
“Love, I’m a complete mess,” Y/n protested weakly, turning her head away and looking at the ground.
“Darling, I don’t care. Mess or not, you’re perfect. Completely and utterly perfect.”
Thanks so much to @sam-a-holland for proofreading this for me! You’re a lifesaver! @suit-lady I know I told you I was writing a Haz x reader a while back, and I wanted to let you know that it’s almost done. In the meantime, enjoy this fluffy piece of shit XD. And last but not least, @hufflepuffholland ilysm, thanks for putting up with my rambles last night. I hope you die of feels. (or at least cry. crying is cool too).