The cold wind rushed up my back, causing my teeth to chatter. I hurriedly picked up my pace, the prison grounds becoming less distant as I neared towards it. The faster my feet moved, the quicker the small warmth grew inside me.

I should have put on another layer!

I inwardly cursed myself for thinking a simple cardigan could help protect me in such fatal weather. The cold wind was crazy, blowing in every single direction. I'm pretty sure my hair looked like a mess. Almost as if I had just stepped out a animal packed jungle of some sort.

Pushing my thoughts to aside, I continued to walk down my path. Before I knew it, I had stepped inside the prison building, my hand gripping onto the handle of the weak plastic supermarket bag.

The warm heating instantly reached out and came to caress me as I walked further into the building. I could feel my pink cheeks caused by the wind, on my face. I let out a huff, exchanging hands which held the plastic bag and reached into my jean pocket, pulling out my staff card. It would allow me access inside.

I passed by 'Noah' which was an African-American guard, the same one which was super sweet and nice. He offered me a smile, his eyes briefly glancing up at me from his tablet. I sent it back, reaching out to swipe my card. The door opened.

Exhaling, I didn't hesitate to walk through the open door. I switched hands again, using my free hand to fix up my hair, which was blown all over the place. While I was doing the difficult task of sorting out my mess of hair, I heard the familiar voice enter my ears.

"Hey there, B." Daniel hollered. I stopped with my actions, looking up to greet him with a smile. I hadn't seen him the entire day and I missed him.

"Dan!" I joked, calling him by the nickname I knew got under his skin. I didn't understand why, but apparently his best friend had a dog called 'Dan', and he said it made him feel like a dog if someone were to call him that. Too bad, I had already taken a large liking to the name.

"For the last time, Belle. Stop calling me that!" He whined, sounding like a little kid who wasn't getting the toy they wanted. I rolled my eyes, smiling as I once again exchanged hands holding the plastic bag.

"Where have you been?" He asked, his eyes darting to the plastic bag in my hands.

"Shopping." I held the bag up with a grin. He arched a brow, a glint waving across his eyes.

"What'ca get? Please tell me you got food." He moaned. I went silent, clearing my throat as I stilled on spot for a second.

What should I say?

I did buy food...not for me...but for Sam. We both had suddenly forgotten about his daily cookie in every session and I went out to get a new pack, as well as some small decorations to brighten up my office. Small things like; fairy lights, posters and a three cushions.

It was a large white bag, if I forgot to mention.

"Belle?" I heard Daniel call. I snapped out my thoughts, glancing up at him with slightly widened eyes.

"S-Sorry, I, uh...I got cookies." I told him, stuttering like a fool. He arched a brow.

"Uh, okay...can I have one?" He asked, taking a step forward, his hand gesturing towards the white bag. As if an instinct, I pulled the bag towards me. He paused, staring at me with a suspicious look.

"I, uh, I-I, sure." I rambled on, pulling out the packet of chocolate cookies. I flashed him a grin, noticing his eyes beam when landing on the packet in my hands. Hesitantly, I neatly opened the packet, and pulled one out.

"Just one?" He asked. Sighing, I pulled out two more and extended them over to him. He gratefully took them, offering me a grin, I mustered up one back. I silently watched as he dug into them, murmuring to himself how good they were.

I chewed down on my bottom lip as I tried my hardest not to laugh. He had crumbs all over the place. One thing I had noticed about Daniel, he was a very blunt person, as well as a messy eater. Some may have classed them as flaws, but I think it made him unique, and had a large impact on his humour.

He was a funny guy...at times.

"So why did you buy these?" He chewed down his bite.

"For Sam," I nonchalantly blurted out. My eyes widened as he froze. I froze along. I swallowed, the gulp in my throat, already feeling the blush burn against my cheeks.

"I...only because he's...uh, he's my patient and I...we sort of made a deal." I pause, thinking of the right words to say. His eyes narrowed on me suspiciously.

"Look, it's nothing deep. I-I give him a cookie at the start of every session and he in exchange, tries his hardest to open up to me." I truthfully told him.

"Oh," He muttered. I nervously chuckled, bopping my head along.

"Yep."

His eyes lingered on me, pursing his lips. The other two cookies in his hands, suddenly forgotten

"I feel like there's something I'm missing out on here..." He trailed off.

"What?" I arched a brow back at him. He paused, pursing his lips once again. He sighed, shaking his head at himself.

"Never mind...could you do me a favour?" He suddenly asked, dropping the previous subject. I let out a small breath of relief, my shoulders sagging down, feeling as if a large weight had been lifted off of them.

"Uh, sure."

"Well, I just found out from Joan's himself, but I have an extra shift to take and I can't lock up, could you cover for me? I'd ask Noah, but he's going off duty today. So, could you, B?" He questioned, welcoming a cookie in his mouth. I instantly nodded.

I'd get to see Sam!

"Sure, Dan. Anything for you." I chuckled, watching the annoyed expression dance onto his face at the nickname.

"Belle," He called, in a warning tone.

"Yes, Dan?"

"God, you're so annoying." He muttered, and before I knew it, he reached out snatching the packet of cookies and running off like a little school kid. My possessive instinct came intact.

"You better get your butt right back here!"

I stepped outside my office, flicking off the light, before locking it up. A smile played on my lips as I put my set of keys into my lab coat, and fished out the other pair which were Daniel's. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to hide my smile as I began to walk down the familiar path, leading me to the jail cells.

To Sam.

The corner of my lips threatened to quirk up further, feeling a flutter go off in my heart at the thought of him. As I had said before, he was making me feel like a little school girl. Pushing my thoughts to aside, I found myself entering the Cell Ward.

As always, the familiar feeling of nerves and excited butterflies, mixed around inside my stomach. I exhaled deeply, making my way over towards the first jail cell. Like usual, the inmate was listening to music, however he had a grey hat over his head, occasionally bopping his head.

I hid a smile as I moved onto the next cell. All inmates varied in what they were busy doing, some were asleep, others oddly exercising during this time of day. And some doing whatever, I didn't pay them much attention, much like how they didn't pay me any.

The lingering feeling of fear crept its way into me when I neared towards the second last cell. I inhaled a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst. However, I just hoped he was fast asleep like last time.

But, no, I was in for a major surprise.

I stilled on spot, my eyes widening slightly. Instead of seeing the familiar sight of 'Mark' or whatever he his name was, I was looking back at a different inmate. He looked young to be the age of nineteen or so, his head shaved and a few tattoos going across his arms.

He sat on the weak bench, glaring down at his tattoos. But when he heard and sensed my presence, he looked up, watching me lock his cell. His eyes were narrowed, a sharp grey, pooling out his features. I mustered up a soft smile, which he didn't return.

I awkwardly cleared my throat, walking away as the keys made a small 'clinking' sound. His eyes followed me until I disappeared from sight.

Where was Mark?

I thought to myself, but stopped myself from thinking any further.

I should just be happy I no longer have to lock him up. Especially no longer having to see his face.

Shaking off any odd thoughts, I smiled as I realized I had finally arrived outside his cell.

A warm feeling flooded my entire body when my eyes landed on him. He was doing push ups, his arm muscles clenching with his every movement. His beanie was off, his blonde locks of hair hovering over his head. Low grunts left his lips, only sounding so strangely erotic to me.

I bit down on my bottom lip, letting my eyes trail over the sight in appreciation.

He was a work of art, he was.

And it still amazed me that...that he was mine.

As if he sensed my presence, he suddenly paused with his push up and his eyes darted up to me. I didn't stop the smile which grew onto my lips, feeling a light blush burn against my cheeks, which seemed to natural habit around him.

His eyes lingered on me for a second, before the corner of his lips curled up and into a delicious grin. I felt my lower region tingle.

"Belle," My name left his lips in a low tone, raspy and husky. I felt myself both shiver and tingle.

"Hi." I blushed, not being able to tear my eyes away from his exposed muscly arms. He held no shame as he flexed an arm, letting a muscle bulge up. I nearly fainted right then. When I found enough strength to look away, I found him smirking at me.

I blushed even more brightly.

"Where's Daniel?" He asked. I almost blanked him, as I was too entranced by his hazel orbs. They were glinting, like two diamonds.

"Uh, he, uh, has extra duty." I stuttered out, shaking my head at myself. He arched a brow, smirking at me.

"Well, in that case, would you like to come in?" He rasped. I paused for a second, feeling shock and surprise dance around me.

"S-Sure," I whispered. His lips quirked further into a boyish grin, which continued to dazzle my insides. I bit down on my bottom lip, reaching out to slide open his door. He stood in place, his eyes following my every movement as I stepped inside his cell, gently closing the door behind me. A flutter went off in my heart when our eyes locked.

"My Belle." He suddenly said, making me pause as I stared back at him. I blushed the brightest shade of red that moment, his words both making me feel in awe, and the other turning me on to the fullest.

He was so damn possessive.

I loved it.

He arched a perfectly shaped brow, not hesitating as he took small steps towards me.

"You do, do you?" His raspy voice lowly questioned, reaching out to wrap an arm around my waist, then tug me into him. A small gasp left my lips, feeling our chest touch one another. I was reminded of my aching nipples, awaiting for some attention.

"D-Do what?" I whispered, feeling his warm breath dance across my face. His eyes glinted as he stared down at me, slowly letting his tongue slide out and wet his pink lips.

"Me being possessive, you love it, Belle?" He lowly asked. I blushed, slowly nodding my head, realizing that I must have blurted it out accidentally. A grin overcame his lips and suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me before lifting me up into the air. An odd sound left me. A giggle.

I never giggle!

"What are you doing, Sam? Put me down!" I quietly scolded, his hands reaching out to squeeze my butt. I suddenly went quiet, trying to let the crazy hormones inside of me calm down. He said nothing as he lay me down on the slightly larger single bed, not hesitating as he climbed over me and lay down beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Our eyes locked, my hands on his chest, while his hands lay around my waist. I felt my breath hitch inside me throat.

"Lay with me, Belle." He rasped. I was lost for words, having no option other than to nod. A glint waved across his eyes and he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss against my lips. They tingled as well as the rest of my body. He pulled back, shifting around slightly, his nose suddenly touching my neck.

I clenched my thighs together, needing to feel his touch. A low groan left his lips as he inhaled the side of my neck, rubbing a hand against my clothed waist. However, I wouldn't be surprised if I were nude. His touch was just that powerful. It made me feel naked.

"You smell so sweet, Belle. So...so enticing." He breathed, letting a hand drift downwards, towards the pit of my stomach, inches away from my jeans. I swallowed, a hand leaving his chest and upwards to push up my glasses.

Our eyes locked and a wave of sparkle crossed them, oddly turning me on even more. No words were said as he let his hands trail lower and lower, sitting at my jeans zipper. I felt my breaths suddenly pick up.

"You're aroused, Belle." He rasped, rubbing a thumb across the zipper. I softly whimpered in response. His eyes darkened a little, and I then felt a hand slide into my shirt, inching downwards. My heart thumped loudly in anticipation.

"Sam," I whispered, he reached out, placing a finger upon my lips.

"Let me." Was all he said, before he continued on with his actions. Pushing my nerves to aside, I made myself relax, trying to focus on his touch. He slowly let his hands travel downwards, eventually meeting with my lace edged panties. I swallowed at his facial expression. He looked...pleased.

"Lace, God that's sexy." He murmured, only causing me to grow even more moist down there. I blushed and then without any sort of warning, he let his hand sneak inside my panties, his fingertips coming in contact with my pulsing pussy.

A shaky breath escaped my lips, his finger sliding out to rub against my pulsing c-lit. He did it again, his eyes trained on me. I quietly moaned, unable to hold it in. And then he began rubbing at a gentle pace.

"Sam," I whispered, throwing my head back. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my reaction to his erotic actions. I felt myself grow even more wet, his other finger suddenly entering me. A sharp breath left me.

"Jesus," I hummed, gasping from his touch. He pulsed his finger in and out of me, while his thumb rubbed the top of my clit. My nipples ached, feeling trapped inside their cage.

"That's it, Belle. So fucking tight." He growled, continuing to pulse in and outside of me. My clit being rubbed by his thumb.

"Oh, Jay." I whimpered, clenching my hands into the sheets.

I could feel my climax building already.

"Are you close?" I heard him ask. I barely nodded my head, throwing my head back as I tried to control my moans. I suddenly felt his wet lips being placed against the side of my neck. And that's when I let myself go, feeling my climax reach its peak. A gasped out a moan, trying to be quiet as possible.

I throbbed down there, Sam slowly pulling out his hands. I breathed unevenly, watching as he slowly brought his fingers to his lips, they were glistening with my juice. He inhaled them, groaning, before he welcomed them into his mouth. He sucked on them.

My mouth parted, trying to catch my breaths from the cloud nine orgasm.

"I always knew you were sweet, Belle." He flashed me a wink. Blushing, I shifted around so I was completely facing him. He draped an arm over me, using his free hand to put a strand of hair behind me.

"T-Thank you." I embarrassingly whispered, snuggling my head into his chest. I heard him chuckle softly.

"You're welcome, beautiful."

I didn't hide the grin on my lips, trying to snuggle further into him. A silence waved across the air and I found myself thinking back to earlier.

"Sam, I feel like Daniel knows." I blurted out, not wording it correctly. I felt him tense, making me pull my head out his chest.

"What?"

"I...I feel like Daniel's catching onto us," I told him, with fear. He sighed, softly rubbing my back.

"There's not much we can do about that." His raspy voice whispered.

"W-What if he tells on us?" I heard myself ask. He paused, licking his lips.

"We can only hope he doesn't. But I doubt he will. Daniel's not that type of guy." He told me. I looked at him desperately. He exhaled.

"Don't worry, Belle." He reassuringly said. Sighing, I pushed the thoughts to aside and went back to my previous position. I snuggled back into his chest, feeling his chin being placed onto of my head.

I wasn't in a necessarily comfortable position. Wet panties, cramped onto a single bed with Sam. But strangely, it all felt right. With his arms around me and the steady beat of his heart audible in my ears - it all felt perfect.

And I slowly found myself falling asleep.

This time, in his arms.

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Hey guys! Major writers block for this chapter, I don't even know what happened to me, like I have the book planned out, chapter by chapter - but I just found myself unable to type. Anyways, what did you think of the chapter? Excuse my smut, it's literally my weakest point when it comes to writing. What did you think? Also! Sorry for the late update, I thought I had a science exam on Monday, but it's on Tuesday. Pray for me, I hope I do good.