If You Were The One { AU With Imprintless }
Had this been a normal day, when Sam hadn’t just disappeared off the face of the Earth for two weeks as far as Leah was concerned, Sam likely would have had something to say about that.
Strangely enough, everything stopped the second the door opened and he saw her. He felt rooted in place, his whole sense of self shifted. He loved Leah, he had before but this? There was nothing else.
Although, the slap brought him back to reality. Leah could hit, much harder than he would have suspected. Not hard enough to move his head, sort of like in the movies, but enough to shock him. He deserved it; he’d abandoned her for two weeks. Two weeks without a word. Given the state he was in at the time, words weren’t possible.
“I guess I deserved that."
He had so much more to say. Apologize, grovel, explain everything. But without showing her, there was no way she would believe him. He wasn’t sure he could show her without terrifying her and that, that thought, kept him from dragging her outside and phasing right then. He couldn’t accept the possibility of rejection.
Not from her.
"I’m sorry Lee-Lee.”
Words couldn’t be enough he knew that, but he had to start somewhere. A verbal explanation might not get him anywhere, but he would show her if necessary. He could understand that she was pissed, rightfully so. He’d even welcome another slap, if it helped her to forgive him.
She wanted to be upset with him. She really did, and it took her all of her strength to show him hostility, but she couldn’t help but cave in the second she heard him apologize. Call it a lover’s wit, the longing for someone so much that you would forget everything if it meant being in their arms again.
“Don’t give me that.” Leah found her form breaking the second she took a few steps forward and embraced him around his neck.
Two weeks, fourteen days, three hundred and thirty six hours; she had went simply without seeing him. The first week in, she began to think he wasn’t coming back, from wherever he was. But as time went on, she began to forget, even as much as it pained her. Life had to go on, even though she desperately wanted it not to.
But now, nothing else mattered. Absolutely nothing.
Pulling back, her eyes immediately locked with the side of his shoulder, as if to look him over just to make sure that he was alright. Heat began to build in her, stirring her stomach and making her skin hot.
"Oh god.“ She cooed, moving her fingertips to the raised tattoo, done a week ago, surely.
"Where were you?” This time, her tone was much firmer, concerned, but still firm. She couldn’t be the docile girlfriend she was but a mere two weeks ago, timid and afraid that the love of her life may be out there, dead, and she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
“Your hair..the tattoo..” She wasn’t able to feel his skin, due to the fact that her own was radiating as much heat as his, perhaps even more. Otherwise, that would have been the first thing she would have noticed.
Her palms moved to his neck, delicately as her fingertips brushed his jawline.
“ Sam.” Leah found herself toned down, flooding with more emotion than she had a few seconds before.
“What happened to you?”