Sam had gotten rid of his brother for the night and set up the motel room as romantic as he could on a budget. And as romantic as you could get with noisy motel neighbours.
He nervously waited out Faith's return.
Angel and Faith
"Spike and Gunn are celebrating on your behalf," Angel told her. "I can hear them from here."
Faith grinned, almost at the motel room. "Nice. Alright, I'm off like the Hoff."
"See ya."
She hung up, then tucked her phone back into her pocket, before opening the door to the motel.
Sam
Sam stood fom the table.
"Hey," he greeted, somewhat shyly.
"Busy night?"
Faith
Faith was looking at her shoes, and she smiled faintly.
"Ah, maybe they knew it was my birthday. Slow night. Awesome."
She finally glanced up at him and then stopped short.
Sam
"Yeah, I figured you were back pretty early," Sam smiled a little, slipping his hands into his jean pockets.
He looked over his shoulder at the bed covered in red petals.
"What do you think?" he asked nervously.
Faith
Faith took a step towards him, her mouth curving up in a small smile.
"What's the occasion?"
Sam
"Ah... not just your birthday?" Sam replied sheepishly.
Faith
Faith grinned and moved forward until she was right in front of Sam.
"Well, that's pretty special," she said, leaning up for a kiss.
Sam
Sam kissed her, then leant back a little.
Faith
Faith looked down at the box in his hands, and she took a small step back,
just staring.
"Um..."
Sam
"Don't be too intimidated, it's not an engagement ring," Sam assured quickly,
"I mean not if you don't want it to be. It's a promise ring."
Faith
Faith nodded, and her smile returned slightly.
"Ok."
Sam
Sam's eyebrows rose, his nerves not calming at all.
"What does that mean, 'ok'? Does that mean 'yes'?"
Faith
Faith nodded, looking up at him again.
"Yes."
Sam
Sam's face immediately lit up.
He took the ring out and went to put it on her finger.
"Here's hoping it fits," he chuckled, his voice a little shaky.
Faith
Faith held her hand out, her fingers shaking slightly.
"You mean there's a part of my body you don't know completely?"
Sam
"It's not like I've measured every square inch," Sam pointed out, easily
sliding the ring on and holding her hand up a bit to admire it.
"I hope you like it. It took a while to choose..."
Faith
Faith smiled, nodding.
"I do," she said, reaching up to kiss him. "You have good taste though. I
know that already."
Sam
"Of course I do," Sam grinned, his hands slipping around her waist.
"I chose you."
He leant in to kiss her properly.
Faith
Faith grinned into the kiss, leaning into him.
"So," she said, after they'd broken apart. "How did you get rid of Dean?"
Sam
Sam shrugged.
"Easy. I just told him we were in for a long night of hardcore sex."
He grinned.
Faith
Faith laughed and pressed her nose against his.
"That the plan then, Sam?"
Sam
"Only if you want it," Sam tilted his head, fingers gently running up and
down her arms.
"It's your birthday after all."
Faith
"Such a gentleman," Faith said, smiling at him.
She leaned in for another kiss.
"Food first? I'm kinda hungry."
Sam
"Already sorted," Sam winked, going over to the microwave and pulling out
some bags of take out.
Faith
Faith grinned faintly, and sat down on at the table, crossing her legs
casually.
"You know, you're not bad to have around."
Sam
"I hope not. We might be stuck with each other for a while now," Sam teased,
glancing down at the ring.
He brought the bags over to where plates and cutlery had already been set up
and opened the dishes to reveal a warm roast.
Faith
Faith smirked, absently turning the ring on her finger.
"Well, I could always say it's a purity ring," she laughed. "And then I can
withhold the sex."
Sam
"That doesn't work because it wasn't given to you as one," Sam pointed out.
"It's all in the ceremony."
He put some gravy-covered meat on his plate.
Faith
"True," Faith said, relaxing back in her chair for a second.
"But still, I could withhold sex for fun."
Sam
"We've had this conversation," Sam insisted.
"And I remember it ending with a lot of rough sex. Now come on, eat
before it gets cold."
Faith
"Sure thing, Dad," Faith grinned.
She speared a carrot stick with her fork.