Caught in the Act - Sam/Thaila - STARStreet
Title: Caught in the Act
Fandom: STARStreet
Rating: Hmmm, PG-13 I think.
(Not really a) warning: I maintain that this isn’t real person fic as it’s based on their characters and not the real personas. But if you’re going to be picky, consider yourself warned.
A/N: I’m pretty sure this will have a readership of one; however this is the fandom which gave this community its name so it seems only right to post this. I thought when I started this that I knew where it was going, but apparently I was mistaken. Dedicated to
fissijo.
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It was Saturday night and Thaila was bored. Ashley, Becky and Sandi were out on dates and Sam… hang on, where was Sam? Now that Thaila thought about it she realised she hadn’t seen him since the others went out in a frenzy of activity an hour or so ago. Well he wasn’t anywhere downstairs; the open plan layout made that clear. Unless… no, he couldn’t have slipped down the back of the sofa again. Once was unfortunate but twice would just be careless.
“Sam? Saaaaaaam?” No answer. Alerted by a metallic shuffling sound Thaila looked at the fridge and saw that the magnets had rearranged themselves to point upstairs. “Bedroom, right. Of course.” Grabbing the fireman’s pole Thaila slid up to the first floor in one well-practised movement.
Hearing the muffled sound of a TV from the boys’ room Thaila pushed open the door and walked in at the same time as making a feeble attempt at knocking. “What are you… OH DEAR GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? MY EYES!!!!” Thaila tried unsuccessfully to cover her eyes, back out of the room and wipe the image of what she had seen from her brain.
Sam scrambled to turn off the TV, cover himself up and go after Thaila but due to a combination of his general lack of natural grace and the shock of Thaila walking in on him watching porn he landed in a heap on the floor by his bed instead. “Thaila, wait!”
Against her better judgement Thaila stopped and returned to Sam’s room.
“I didn’t… I wasn’t…”
Thaila gave him a ‘look’. “Well yes, okay, I was. I was bored and I didn’t know you were in and what else am I supposed to do on a Saturday night without a date?”
“Entertain me?”
“How?”
“Ugh, you’re rubbish! I don’t know… um… let’s watch a DVD.”
Sam cringed as Thaila rummaged through the boys’ DVD collection. Generally the girls didn’t venture into the boys’ room, claiming that it was a health risk, so Sam surreptitiously tried to stuff all the dirty clothes down the laundry tube and kick various other bits and pieces under the bed out of the way. He knew it wouldn’t meet Thaila’s neat-freak standards but he thought he should make some kind of effort to tidy and it distracted him from the weirdness of the current situation. Which was apparently about to get weirder…
“Can we watch this?”
This was the DVD Sam had been watching when Thaila burst in on him. “You what?!”
“Oh get a grip. Girls can watch porn too you know. Anyway, it’ll be a laugh.” Thaila restarted the DVD and climbed onto Sam’s bed. Sam tentatively squeezed into the remaining space next to her and with one deft move Thaila pulled the duvet off Ashley’s bed and onto them. “There, that’s better; it’s freezing in here.”
The first 10 or so minutes of the DVD passed in awkward silence but after a while they started making snarky comments about the actors and the ‘plot’ which soon turned into shameless mocking. The awkwardness of earlier in the evening was long gone by the time the DVD was over and Sam and Thaila were curled up together fast asleep.
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Becky arrived home from her date in the early hours of the morning to find Ashley asleep in Thaila’s bed where Becky had, understandably, expected to find Thaila. Despite her confusion she took the opportunity to observe Ash while he slept. He was curled up awkwardly around the duvet and didn’t look very comfortable. A year ago Becky would have killed to get Ash sleeping in her room but she’d moved on since then, realising that he could never love anyone as much as himself and that she could do better. Reasoning that he couldn’t be sleeping that well if he looked so uncomfortable, Becky prodded Ashley until he woke up and then assumed her best angelic face to try and convince him he had woken up naturally.
“Mnrph?”
“Ash, why are you in Thaila’s bed?”
“’Cos she’s in Sam’s.”
“WHAT?”
“Quiet!” Ash rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock which had thoughtfully illuminated itself and turned towards him, “I came in about half an hour ago and found them both asleep in Sam’s bed with, um, one of Sam’s ‘special’ DVDs in the DVD player. So I left them to it and thought Thaila’s bed would be comfier than the sofa.” Ash shifted around on the bed “I may have been mistaken though. How does she sleep on this??”
“Ash, focus! Sam and Thaila?!”
“What? You know as much as I do. Can I just sleep now, please?”
“Useless. Fine, whatever… just don’t snore.”
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Sam woke up with a dead arm. A fraction of a second later he realised he was not alone. He almost started panicking until he realised he knew nothing had happened. He had never been more thankful for having stayed sober - he could remember the whole of the previous evening, although ideally he’d like to forget how the evening had started.
Thaila shifted slightly in her sleep. It was only a small movement but it freed Sam’s arm and allowed the blood to start circulating again. Sam sighed with relief - he’d been just about to contemplate how terrible it would be to have his arm amputated. Being a hypochondriac was such hard work sometimes.
Sam’s efforts to regain the use of his arm must have disturbed Thaila because she shifted again, this time turning and snuggling closer into Sam. The urge to panic surged up again, but them Sam realised he didn’t mind. The way they fitted together felt comfortable and right. Of course it was possible Thaila wasn’t aware of who she was cuddled up to, but Sam decided to take the risk and drape his arm over her, pulling her in closer and stroking her hair gently. What was going on? Sam didn’t do instinct. He used moves and lines he knew worked. He took his lead from the girl, or from Ash’s advice. Instinct usually led to Sam sitting in a corner somewhere and muttering that he had never really liked the girl anyway. But then this wasn’t just any girl; this was Thaila. He knew Thaila. And not just the basics like whether flowers or chocolates were the right gift (trick question - always go for both), but the important stuff, like recognising the little signs that she was upset and trying not to show it or that no matter how much she mocked Sandi for it she secretly adored the Babus and snuck them treats when she thought no-one was looking.
“That feels good,” Thaila was slowly waking up and working out where she was, who she was with and why. She was still half asleep but she opened her eyes and looked up at Sam “This isn’t weird. Why doesn’t this feel weird? It should feel weird, right?”
Sam smiled and decided to take a chance; he leaned forward and kissed Thaila gently on the lips, clinging to the hope that she would kiss back rather than run away. He was in luck. The kisses were getting more intense when they were interrupted by the bedroom door being flung open.
“WAKEY WA…. Oh.” Ash had got fed up of hanging around waiting for Sam to get up so he could get a change of clothes from their room so he had decided to take matters into his own hands. However he realised too late that he hadn’t quite thought that plan through far enough. On the plus side, as freaky as it was seeing Sam and Thaila in bed together, at least they were only kissing so he wouldn’t be scarred for life. That was a close call.
“What’s going… oh!” Sandi and Becky were walking past the door as Becky caught Sandi up on the gossip from the previous evening. Now all three of them were gathered in the doorway and staring. It was only a matter of time before they got over their speechlessness and normality was resumed;
“Oh my God…”
“So are you…?”
“When did you….?”
“Er… guys? A little privacy please?” Thaila rolled out of bed and got up to shoo their friends out of the doorway. “We’ve got some talking to do before you start bombarding us with questions. Later… Please?”
‘Later’ ended up being much later after hours of talking, lots of distracting kisses and some playful mockery. Well, Thaila wasn’t going to let Sam forget the previous evening in a hurry.
Realising that Thaila was serious and that messing with her would be a bad idea, Sandi, Becky and Ashley had fled to the living room to discuss Sam and Thaila. They weren’t going to let a minor technicality like a lack of facts stop them from deciding what had happened last night.
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Sam and Thaila emerged in the afternoon looking rather embarrassed and gave their friends the brief version of the events of the last 24 hours, leaving out some of the more embarrassing and personal parts of the story, after all there was such a thing as too much information, especially given that they had to live together.
Fandom: STARStreet
Rating: Hmmm, PG-13 I think.
(Not really a) warning: I maintain that this isn’t real person fic as it’s based on their characters and not the real personas. But if you’re going to be picky, consider yourself warned.
A/N: I’m pretty sure this will have a readership of one; however this is the fandom which gave this community its name so it seems only right to post this. I thought when I started this that I knew where it was going, but apparently I was mistaken. Dedicated to
fissijo.
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It was Saturday night and Thaila was bored. Ashley, Becky and Sandi were out on dates and Sam… hang on, where was Sam? Now that Thaila thought about it she realised she hadn’t seen him since the others went out in a frenzy of activity an hour or so ago. Well he wasn’t anywhere downstairs; the open plan layout made that clear. Unless… no, he couldn’t have slipped down the back of the sofa again. Once was unfortunate but twice would just be careless.
“Sam? Saaaaaaam?” No answer. Alerted by a metallic shuffling sound Thaila looked at the fridge and saw that the magnets had rearranged themselves to point upstairs. “Bedroom, right. Of course.” Grabbing the fireman’s pole Thaila slid up to the first floor in one well-practised movement.
Hearing the muffled sound of a TV from the boys’ room Thaila pushed open the door and walked in at the same time as making a feeble attempt at knocking. “What are you… OH DEAR GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? MY EYES!!!!” Thaila tried unsuccessfully to cover her eyes, back out of the room and wipe the image of what she had seen from her brain.
Sam scrambled to turn off the TV, cover himself up and go after Thaila but due to a combination of his general lack of natural grace and the shock of Thaila walking in on him watching porn he landed in a heap on the floor by his bed instead. “Thaila, wait!”
Against her better judgement Thaila stopped and returned to Sam’s room.
“I didn’t… I wasn’t…”
Thaila gave him a ‘look’. “Well yes, okay, I was. I was bored and I didn’t know you were in and what else am I supposed to do on a Saturday night without a date?”
“Entertain me?”
“How?”
“Ugh, you’re rubbish! I don’t know… um… let’s watch a DVD.”
Sam cringed as Thaila rummaged through the boys’ DVD collection. Generally the girls didn’t venture into the boys’ room, claiming that it was a health risk, so Sam surreptitiously tried to stuff all the dirty clothes down the laundry tube and kick various other bits and pieces under the bed out of the way. He knew it wouldn’t meet Thaila’s neat-freak standards but he thought he should make some kind of effort to tidy and it distracted him from the weirdness of the current situation. Which was apparently about to get weirder…
“Can we watch this?”
This was the DVD Sam had been watching when Thaila burst in on him. “You what?!”
“Oh get a grip. Girls can watch porn too you know. Anyway, it’ll be a laugh.” Thaila restarted the DVD and climbed onto Sam’s bed. Sam tentatively squeezed into the remaining space next to her and with one deft move Thaila pulled the duvet off Ashley’s bed and onto them. “There, that’s better; it’s freezing in here.”
The first 10 or so minutes of the DVD passed in awkward silence but after a while they started making snarky comments about the actors and the ‘plot’ which soon turned into shameless mocking. The awkwardness of earlier in the evening was long gone by the time the DVD was over and Sam and Thaila were curled up together fast asleep.
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Becky arrived home from her date in the early hours of the morning to find Ashley asleep in Thaila’s bed where Becky had, understandably, expected to find Thaila. Despite her confusion she took the opportunity to observe Ash while he slept. He was curled up awkwardly around the duvet and didn’t look very comfortable. A year ago Becky would have killed to get Ash sleeping in her room but she’d moved on since then, realising that he could never love anyone as much as himself and that she could do better. Reasoning that he couldn’t be sleeping that well if he looked so uncomfortable, Becky prodded Ashley until he woke up and then assumed her best angelic face to try and convince him he had woken up naturally.
“Mnrph?”
“Ash, why are you in Thaila’s bed?”
“’Cos she’s in Sam’s.”
“WHAT?”
“Quiet!” Ash rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock which had thoughtfully illuminated itself and turned towards him, “I came in about half an hour ago and found them both asleep in Sam’s bed with, um, one of Sam’s ‘special’ DVDs in the DVD player. So I left them to it and thought Thaila’s bed would be comfier than the sofa.” Ash shifted around on the bed “I may have been mistaken though. How does she sleep on this??”
“Ash, focus! Sam and Thaila?!”
“What? You know as much as I do. Can I just sleep now, please?”
“Useless. Fine, whatever… just don’t snore.”
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Sam woke up with a dead arm. A fraction of a second later he realised he was not alone. He almost started panicking until he realised he knew nothing had happened. He had never been more thankful for having stayed sober - he could remember the whole of the previous evening, although ideally he’d like to forget how the evening had started.
Thaila shifted slightly in her sleep. It was only a small movement but it freed Sam’s arm and allowed the blood to start circulating again. Sam sighed with relief - he’d been just about to contemplate how terrible it would be to have his arm amputated. Being a hypochondriac was such hard work sometimes.
Sam’s efforts to regain the use of his arm must have disturbed Thaila because she shifted again, this time turning and snuggling closer into Sam. The urge to panic surged up again, but them Sam realised he didn’t mind. The way they fitted together felt comfortable and right. Of course it was possible Thaila wasn’t aware of who she was cuddled up to, but Sam decided to take the risk and drape his arm over her, pulling her in closer and stroking her hair gently. What was going on? Sam didn’t do instinct. He used moves and lines he knew worked. He took his lead from the girl, or from Ash’s advice. Instinct usually led to Sam sitting in a corner somewhere and muttering that he had never really liked the girl anyway. But then this wasn’t just any girl; this was Thaila. He knew Thaila. And not just the basics like whether flowers or chocolates were the right gift (trick question - always go for both), but the important stuff, like recognising the little signs that she was upset and trying not to show it or that no matter how much she mocked Sandi for it she secretly adored the Babus and snuck them treats when she thought no-one was looking.
“That feels good,” Thaila was slowly waking up and working out where she was, who she was with and why. She was still half asleep but she opened her eyes and looked up at Sam “This isn’t weird. Why doesn’t this feel weird? It should feel weird, right?”
Sam smiled and decided to take a chance; he leaned forward and kissed Thaila gently on the lips, clinging to the hope that she would kiss back rather than run away. He was in luck. The kisses were getting more intense when they were interrupted by the bedroom door being flung open.
“WAKEY WA…. Oh.” Ash had got fed up of hanging around waiting for Sam to get up so he could get a change of clothes from their room so he had decided to take matters into his own hands. However he realised too late that he hadn’t quite thought that plan through far enough. On the plus side, as freaky as it was seeing Sam and Thaila in bed together, at least they were only kissing so he wouldn’t be scarred for life. That was a close call.
“What’s going… oh!” Sandi and Becky were walking past the door as Becky caught Sandi up on the gossip from the previous evening. Now all three of them were gathered in the doorway and staring. It was only a matter of time before they got over their speechlessness and normality was resumed;
“Oh my God…”
“So are you…?”
“When did you….?”
“Er… guys? A little privacy please?” Thaila rolled out of bed and got up to shoo their friends out of the doorway. “We’ve got some talking to do before you start bombarding us with questions. Later… Please?”
‘Later’ ended up being much later after hours of talking, lots of distracting kisses and some playful mockery. Well, Thaila wasn’t going to let Sam forget the previous evening in a hurry.
Realising that Thaila was serious and that messing with her would be a bad idea, Sandi, Becky and Ashley had fled to the living room to discuss Sam and Thaila. They weren’t going to let a minor technicality like a lack of facts stop them from deciding what had happened last night.
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Sam and Thaila emerged in the afternoon looking rather embarrassed and gave their friends the brief version of the events of the last 24 hours, leaving out some of the more embarrassing and personal parts of the story, after all there was such a thing as too much information, especially given that they had to live together.