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The film finished a few hours later and Sam pressed stop on the DVD player, 'there, it wasn't that bad was it?' she asked as she turned to face Phil.

'I guess not,' Phil replied sat up, causing Sam, who's head was resting upon his chest to move too, 'I guess I'd clear all this up,' he added.

'Don't be silly Phil, I'll do it,' Sam said.

'OK then, I'm gonna up to bed, I'm a bit tired,'

'OK then, sleep well,'

Phil nodded as he leant across and brushed his lips against Sam's forehead, 'don't stay up too late,' he said.

'I won't,' Sam replied, 'I'm just gonna tidy this up and then I'm gonna turn in too.'

Phil smiled at her once more as he left the living room and began to ascend the staircase.

Sam smiled to herself; she could now begin to put her plan into action. Ever since Phil had accepted her offer of a place to stay, Sam had been trying to come up with a plan to coerce Phil into revealing his true feelings towards her, even though she already knew, she needed to hear him say it to believe that he actually meant it. Sam looked towards the empty trays spread out over the coffee table and sighed to herself, she had better tidy all this up. Sam piled all the empty trays up, one on top of the other and carried them, along with the paper bag through to the kitchen and put them into the bin. She went through to the living room and switched the TV and DVD player off before standing up to stretch. She took one last look around the living room before following Phil's lead and heading upstairs.

'Goodnight Sam!' Phil called, indicating that, not only was he still awake, he'd heard Sam come up the stairs.

'Night Phil!' she called back as she pushed down on the door handle and entered her bedroom, leaving the door open ajar behind her.

Sam got into bed a little while later. She sat there for a little while, straining her ears to pick up any sounds from the spare bedroom next door but there were none, Sam assumed that Phil had gone to sleep. Sam sighed to herself as she settled down her pillow and tried to go sleep.

For the next hour or so, Sam tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She sat up again, listening for any sounds coming from the neighbouring bedroom, there were none. Sam smiled, now it was time to put her plan into action.

She pulled back the covers of her bed and got out. Sam crept quietly towards the door and opened, being careful to make as little noise as possible. She closed her bedroom door behind her and crept towards the spare bedroom. Sam stood outside for a few minutes, listening for signs that Phil was awake. There was nothing, all she could hear was the sound of his gentle breathing. Sam gingerly put her hand on the handle and pushed down, opening the door and closing it as she entered the bedroom. 'Phil?' Sam whispered.

There was no response, she looked towards the bed and smiled, he was asleep, a peaceful smile upon his face. She wondered for a few moments what he was dreaming about, wondering whether she was a part of his dreams. Sam tucked her hair behind her ear and listened, hoping for some kind of indication that he was aware that he was no longer alone in this bedroom. Still nothing, Sam's green eyes continued to gaze intently at Phil as she walked towards the bed and gently sat herself down on its edge.

A few minutes passed and nothing happened, Sam even considered going back to her bedroom. This was her destination and she hadn't gone to all this trouble to bottle it at the crucial point. Sam sat there, gazing intently at Phil's face, taking in his complete and utter gorgeousness from a distance and at the same time, wondering whether he was as gorgeous underneath, she longed to find out the answer. All of a sudden, Phil opened his eyes, his gazed fixed on the woman sat at the bottom of his bed, he closed his eyes again and opened them, wondering whether he was actually dreaming but no, he wasn't, this was real and he was unable to believe the sight before his eyes. Samantha Nixon, sat at the bottom of his bed in silk pyjamas, staring intently into his eyes.

'Sam?' he whispered.

Sam blinked, 'I'm sorry,' she whispered back, 'did I wake you?'

Phil shook his head, 'what are you doing here?'

Sam shrugged, 'I don't know,' she admitted.

Phil smiled at her, he still couldn't believe what he was seeing, the object of his affections, sat at the bottom of his bed with only a pair of silk pyjamas covering the body that was beneath. Her hair looked dishevelled, as though she had been tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep but Phil still thought she looked beautiful. Phil shifted slightly to and lifted up the covers of his bed, his gaze locked with Sam's and she knew what he was trying to tell her. They were so in tune with each other that they didn't need words to verbalise what they were thinking. Smiling slightly to herself, she walked round to the other side of the bed and climbed inside before shuffling across so that she was facing Phil. She moved her body closer to his, close enough for him to wrap his arms around her, holding her close. Their legs entwined and she laced her fingers through Phil's before sighing to herself, happy with the position she was in, she felt safe while she was Phil. Sam smiled to herself once again before burying her nose and lips into Phil's neck, she sighed to herself again and willed to succumb to the temptation of sleep, she wanted to fall asleep in his arms, now more than ever. Phil rested his head gently on top of hers and took a deep breath; he still couldn't believe that she was here. That Samantha Nixon had been bold enough to make the first move on him, without going all the way, this was the nearest to intimacy he could get and he was fully content with simply being able to hold her in his arms. They didn't have to rush things; they had all the time in the world. A few minutes passed in silence before Sam spoke, 'I still don't know why I'm here Phil,' she whispered, barely audible because her lips were still pressed against Phil's neck.

Phil smiled and lifted his head to kiss her forehead, sending tingles of delight through both their bodies. 'Oh I think you do,' he whispered back.

Sam lifted her head up and smiled up at him; he smiled back, which melted her heart and made the tingles of delight going through Sam, and even Phil, more acute. Sam sat up slightly and repositioned herself so that she was now lying on top of Phil. He sighed contentedly as Sam's body moulded into his, light against his own well-built frame. She lifted her left hand and placed it onto his face; she ran her finger down his face, from his forehead, around his eyes, over the bridge of his nose and down to his chin. Phil took a sharp intake of breath as Sam's nail caught his lip, his eyes snapped open and Phil looked up at Sam, whose finger was still resting on his lip. She looked up at Phil and moved her hand but somehow, couldn't move her body, Sam was paralysed, she knew she should move but she couldn't, something was preventing her from doing so. Maybe it was her desire to be in this position with Phil in the first place. Phil sensed something was up and snaked an arm around her waist and underneath her top. Using his fingers, he drew imaginary circles on Sam's back, sending more tingles of delight through her body. Sam lifted her hand up once more and let it trace another line down Phil's face, similar to the last but this time, when her finger came to rest on his bottom lip, she left it there and gazed into his eyes. After a few moments, she finally moved her finger and leant slightly downwards, moving her head closer to his. Phil leant up slightly so he was propped up by his elbows, Sam moved slightly but their bodies were still pressed together tightly. Their faces were now only inches apart, they both could feel the others breathing increasing rapidly as it tickled their faces, their hearts were racing because they both knew what was coming. Their lips inched closer and closer together and both Sam and Phil closed their eyes as their lips met in a kiss. Sam pulled away slightly and opened her eyes, she noticed Phil had opened his too and their gazes locked once again. Phil reached upwards and gently cupped the side of her face, 'you're so beautiful Sam,' he whispered.

Sam smiled slightly as she felt Phil's hand leave her face and start a journey of its own down to her waist. Suddenly, Phil moved the arm that was supporting the both of them, which caused them to fall back onto the mattress. Their bodies were still pressed together tightly, but not tightly enough to stop Phil from brushing his lips against Sam's once more. This time, Sam couldn't help herself; she moaned out loud and at that moment, was thankful that there was only her and Phil in the house. Phil smiled to himself, he knew what effect this was having on Sam and he knew he felt the same way. He reached upwards and put a hand to her face, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face before running his hand through her longish blonde hair and gently pulling her back towards him. Their lips brushed together once more but this time, it was different. There was more passion in it than their previous kisses. Phil poked his tongue gently into her mouth and gently began to explore it, their tongues began to clash together then Sam pulled away, 'can we make this work Phil?' she asked uncertainly.

'Do you want it to work?'

Sam looked at him, piercing him with her green-eyed stare, 'yeah, I do,' she admitted.

'Then in that case,' Phil started as he sat up, 'we can just take things slowly, I don't wanna lose you Sam,' he added as he pressed his lips to Sam's temple.

Sam smiled contentedly to herself as she rolled off Phil and resumed their earlier position, legs entwined and fingers laced together. Phil kissed the end of Sam's nose before she rested her head on his chest and they both fell asleep.

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