Flowers at Midnight
by Darkchilde
Disclaimer: Guess what!? Sam and Tabitha aren't mine! They belong to those guys that own Marvel. So no suing. because all you would get is my comics and my tapes of Roswell. Do you REALLY want those?
Author's Note: I wrote this a while ago, and I decided that, hey, since it's because it's V-day, I figured now would be a good time to send it. It's pure fluff. Absolutely, pure fluff. That's it. Sugary sweet.
The moonlight was slanting through the window of Tabitha Smith's room, illuminating it to near perfection. Clothing lay on the floor, CDs and jewelry scattered across every available surface, and the owner of the room was currently huddled under three comforters, fast asleep.
That was all about to change.
A steady knocking was what woke her up. Blinking her eyes in the moonlight, she turned to the door, looking at it hard. No, the sound wasn't coming from there. She looked toward the window, wondering if some loon was knocking on that at---one thirty in the morning?!
As it turned out, yes, there was a loon knocking on her window at one thirty in the morning. Throwing back her blankets, she moved toward the window, opening it with practiced easy. She put her hands on her hips, and glared at the person on the other side.
"Sam Guthrie, is there a REASON your knocking on my window at one o'clock in the morning?!" She asked, keeping her lips from twitching into a smile by sheer annoyance. She loved Sam, but she didn't really like him when he woke her up in the dead of night.
"Yes, there is." He wasn't even the slightest bit fazed by her annoyance either. That just annoyed her farther, and she continued to glare.
"And that is?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. Sam smiled again, his disarming charm working its magic on his irritated girlfriend.
"Ah wanted to give you this." He said softly, holding out a single rosebud to her. Tabitha blinked at it, and reached to take it, wondering what in the world he was doing.
The rose was perfectly formed, and a light pink color. It was thornless and the leaves, a deep jade color from what she could tell, and were placed at exactly the right angles. The rose petals were as soft as silk, caressing her fingertips gently as she stroked them.
A smile of pure pleasure caught her unawares and lit up her face, much to Sam's delight. He smiled back, his eyes shimmering with happiness and love. Tabitha looked into his eyes again, then back down at the flower, and finally up at him again.
"Thank you. But---why?" She asked, her voice wondering.
"Why not?" He asked, grinning brightly.
"You are really strange, you know that right?" Tabitha asked him, sniffing the flower delicately.
"Ah know. Men do strange things for the women they love." Sam told her quietly, his eyes dancing with fire.
"Then you must really love me to---how the heck ARE you up here?" Tabitha's sleepy mind finally registered that there was no tree, and that she couldn't hear the roar of his power. Sam grinned, and tapped something with a blunted fingernail. A ringing sound echoed from through the night. "A ladder?"
"A ladder." Sam confirmed, beaming at her.
"Your nuts. Utterly and completely nuts." Tabitha told him firmly, crossing her arms to stop the chill. She was just dressed in a pair of boxer shorts and cut off tee shirt and the night air was chilly.
"Well, Ah'd better go." Sam said, noticing her shiver. Tabitha shook her head at him, and bent forward to kiss him softly on the mouth, the heat from his body warming her straight through.
"I love you." She told him, stroking his cheek with a tender hand.
"And Ah love you too. Why else would Ah be up here?" He joked, reaching up to push a lock of hair back behind her hair. They met in another kiss, the world suddenly ceasing to be.
When they broke, Sam's eyes stayed on her for a long second, before he breathed a sigh. "Ah'd better go. You need to sleep."
Tabitha nodded, still clutching the little flower in her hand. Sam smiled at her, and disappeared down the ladder. She leaned out to watch him go, waving her free hand as she did. He waved back, and collected his ladder, before disappearing into the darkness again.
The blonde girl turned back to her bed, biting her lip to keep from giggling. She looked down at the little flower once more, before setting it on her nightstand and climbing into bed to dream of the boy that brought her flowers at midnight.