A friendship caught fire (13/?)
Guys, I know it's been an eternity. And I can't promise, that I will post regularly from now on. But what I can promise: This story is not going to end badly. And this story is still worth writing. There might be angst on the way, but I know one thing: Sam and Cait are my OTP. They make me swoon, they make me happy, they put a smile to my face. This is fiction. It is not intended to hurt anyone and it is all invented. But it is my fantasy of how their story happened and it will continue to be.
Love advice
It's hard to leave Cait behind, but surprisingly Mexico turns out to be a lot of fun. No one in the scuba diving course has an idea who he is and so he's just normal, sportive Sam among other normal, sportive people. Most of the participants are couples, but there are a few singles as well and so they have a nice mixed group. They have a good laugh and hang out in the evenings, drinking cocktails in the hotel bar or sitting at the beach. After the course is finished, Sam uses his remaining days in Mexico to explore and go hiking. It's lovely weather, a lovely scenery and he enjoys it very much.
If only Cait would be there, it's the only thing missing. They face time every day at least once and he longs for her so much, it almost hurts. Their face timing gets hotter and hotter and one night Sam has his first foray into phone sex ever. After that incident he is sure: Listening to Cait whispering things into his ear over the phone will forever be one of the most erotic experiences of his life and he'll never forget it.
The only thing clouding their happiness for a moment is the girl, he went to the Valentine's party with, implying on social media, that she's with him in Mexico. The fans flip out and Cait is mad at him for going with her anywhere in the first place. It makes for one depressing evening and way too much (very expensive) Whiskey on his hotel bill. Make up phone sex is almost hotter than the other day's version, so in the end everything works out fine. He calls his PR agent and tells them to shut the girl up immediately and for the first time he is not the friendly and always nice chap they know. It works, there is no innuendo coming from her afterwards and he decides, that he has to be more forceful about his interests in the future. It's all still new and still a learning curve for him.
The two weeks are over faster than he would have thought beforehand, but still he is happy, when he is in his plane back to her. Unfortunately their reunion has to be delayed yet again, because Cait's schedule for her movie suddenly changes and she has to leave Los Angeles for New York just before he arrives. They decide, that they will meet in Scotland on Boxing day. He will spend Christmas with his family and then Cait will fly in and they will spend the rest of their break together. He flies to LA, gets his stuff and flies out to Scotland the same evening. Like always he is glad to leave the city of Angels behind.
When he's finally sitting in the taxi in Glasgow, he leans back with a sigh, his tiredness from the long journey catching up a bit on him, but he's also able to relax for the first time in what he feels is an eternity.
„Long journey?“ the driver asks and Sam smiles.
„Yeah. From Mexico to LA and now home.“
„Mexico! I bet you had better weather there than we here.“
Sam smiles. „Yeah, but home is home, isn't it?“
„That's right indeed,“ the driver says. „So spending Christmas with the family, huh? You're not from Glasgow, though, are you?“
„Edinburgh,“ Sam answers. „Just live here. Will spend Christmas at my Mom's house and then on Boxing day my girlfriend comes home.“
He doesn't know why he tells the man so much. He never does, but for some reason his guard is down. He's just so bloody happy to be back home and so bloody happy, that he's going to see Cait in a few days! He misses her so much, he just wishes she was already there.
The friendly taxi driver chuckles at his admission. „Ah, someone is missing his girl, isn't he?“ he says. „She's special then, is she?“
Sam laughs ruefully. „She is. I guess I am that obvious.“
They laugh together and chat on about other things for the rest of the trip. But when Sam gets out of the taxi, after paying and giving a generous tip, the driver leans out of his window. „Make it official, lad,“ he says. „If she's special, don't wait!“
Sam looks after the disappearing taxi, a puzzled look on his face. Did he just get love advice from a taxi driver? He sure did.
The incident doesn't leave his mind over the next days. „Make it official,“ the man said. Wow, that really would be a step! But the interesting thing is, that Sam doesn't feel frightened by the thought. Nor does he feel like shrugging it off. It stays with him and the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes, that he is sure and ready. Trouble is: He can't imagine Cait being in the same place yet. She is the more cautious of them and she had more trouble to accept their love as it is.
Love.
He has not told her yet. Only in his thoughts and once when she was asleep. Maybe Cait is not ready for a life long commitment, but he can at least tell her, that he loves her and he will.
Christmas with the family is sweet as always. For the first time they celebrate in his apartment and they all tease him endlessly over his new lifestyle and how „rich“ he has become. He's a bit embarrassed about it, but he knows they're just teasing and that they're absolutely thrilled with his new success.
He's glad, that noone asks him about Caitriona. He wouldn't know how to answer. He really wants to tell them, especially his Mom, but he wants to check with Cait first. They haven't really talked about how secret they'll have to keep their relationship from now on.
And then Boxing day is here. In the morning he and his family do their annual Boxing day walk, but Sam is already far away with his thoughts. Just a few hours. She will arrive in the afternoon and he can't wait to get home to Glasgow. If his family notices, they don't say anything, but they're not surprised when he leaves them right after their walk, without eating left-overs first, so he's sure he'll have a talk with his Mom soon. She still knows him better than anyone.
His phone buzzes while he's still on the road. Cait must have landed. He takes the next exit to see her text: “Safely landed, see you in a couple of hours. Yours or mine?” “Yours,” he texts back, because he knows Cait will want to be with Eddie on her first evening back.
At six he is standing in front of her door, his heart pounding in his chest, because he knows he is going to tell her, that he loves her and then she's there and she's in his arms, smelling wonderfully, feeling all soft and delicious. All is good again.
“God, I missed you, “ he groans into her hair, not wanting to let go even though they're still standing in her door. She clings to him just as forcefully, her face buried into his chest. “Me, too,” she says. “Oh, you feel so good.” He smiles and then they kiss. And kiss a bit more. Sam has no real idea what is happening next, because he is sure he is drunk, or high or dizzy. The next thing he knows is, that he is lying next to her, sweaty and out of breath and incredibly happy. And Cait is cradled in his arm, her face on his chest and she sighs: “I love you, Sam.” For a moment he doesn't trust his ears and then his voice, but then he takes a deep breath. “I love you, too, Cait.” And his heart soars.