Who: Pamela, Steve & Sam What: Writing Steve's vows When: Today Where: Sam's place Warning: None Status: Completed GDoc
Sam’s best friend from home was getting married soon and needed help writing his vows. Pamela probably shouldn’t be allowed to be present for this, but she’d made certain promises (like not laughing right in Steve’s face) so she stuck around to witness a rite of manhood. She also said she’d play bartender. At least Sam would know she could do that blind. Steve’s reaction should be a hoot.
She brought Sam a beer while they waited for the groom-to-be to arrive. “Is he not aware that he’s Captain Fucking America with an ass you can bounce a quarter off of?” Pamela helped herself to Sam’s lap while she could.
Sam already regretted not meeting somewhere, but he knew it would be a fun conversation after Steve left. “No laughing at him. I don’t need the tables turned if marriage ever happens for me.”
His hand rested on her hip and ass, as he took a sip of his beer. As per usual his girlfriend looked stunning. He choked on his beer trying to swallow before he laughed. “Please. Tell him that. When you meet him. I want to see his face.”
“Oh? And who are you going to marry, huh?” Pamela smirked as she wrinkled her nose at Sam. “I hope I at least get an invitation.” They weren’t even living together so anything more wasn’t even a daydream.
She grinned for having made him laugh. But suddenly she turned her head toward the door. “Better get serious. He’s at the door.”
Sure enough, Pamela had no sooner got up from Sam’s lap then a knock came at the door.
“I have no plans to marry anytime soon. I’m sure you’ll be there,” Sam joked. No, they needed some steps before marriage, which seemed very far away.
When she stood, Sam cupped her ass briefly. “Time for serious.” He walked to the door and opened it. “Hey Steve.” The dark-skinned man gave his best friend a smile.
There was a really good reason why Sam and Pamela worked. Their libidos could collectively set a house on fire. While Pamela’s was pretty much in your face nonstop, Sam had surprised her with his subtle naughtiness.
Steve smiled when Sam opened the door. He had about seven books of poetry in his arms along with a tablet, the technical kind but also a yellow legal pad and a packet of pens. “Hey, Sam. Thanks for doing this.”
“I got the beers!” Pamela shouted from the kitchen. Steve immediately got a look of concern like he was ready to jump to help her out. “Fuck around and find out, Captain Himbo.”
Steve’s brows shot up as he blinked at Sam. “How do you…no, I don’t want to know.” He was just glad Darcy wasn’t a super psychic.
Sam looked at Steve and everything he carried. “You know you’re not going to have a test at the end, right?” He worried about everything in Steve’s hands, but the dark-skinned man did promise to help his best friend.
“Don’t offer to help. It just ends badly for everyone. Thanks for grabbing beers, babe.” Sam smiled at his girlfriend.
“Kitchen table? And do you need help carrying anything?” He headed in that direction, with Steve in tow.
“I thought I could use some inspiration,” Steve confessed. They were all library books so somewhere there was a very amused librarian. “I already have some pages marked, but nothing really stands out.”
As they walked to the kitchen, Steve lowered his voice. “Sam, what’s a Himbo?” He had never heard that term before and something told him he shouldn’t ask Darcy.
Pamela brought the two of them their beers, set them expertly on the table then grinned at Steve. “I could do a whole re-enactment of any scene from Cocktail if it’ll make you relax.” She winked one white eye at him, kissed Sam on the cheek then left to take her beer to the living room.
Where she would eavesdrop without being obvious about it.
“Inspiration is good.” Sam worried Steve may be overwhelming himself, but he wouldn’t say so. “Okay, is it possible you’re overthinking?” By which Sam meant Steve definitely overthought in this instance.
He groaned at the word. “Do you really want to know?” Sam didn’t think Steve would appreciate the term. Pam probably eavesdropped on them, but Sam didn’t judge her for it. He’d probably want to do the same things if the roles reversed.
“No, probably not.” Especially since Pamela gave a quiet chuckle from the couch. Steve smirked in her direction. She and Darcy would get along great.
He sighed then took a drink of his beer before arranging the books out, setting the pad of paper in front of him then clicking a pen. “Overthinking? Probably. But I can’t exactly stand there and say ‘I love ya. I always have.’ like Mel Gibson in that Scottish movie.” He didn’t even try to do the accent but Pamela snorted beer anyway.
Sam sighed. He didn’t need to see Pam to know she snorted her beer. “Okay, do you want a little Elizabeth Barrett Browning? Maybe more e.e. cummings?” Yes, Sam knew some poetry. Surprisingly. He paid attention in English classes.
“You could, but I think we can do a little better than that.” Sam pulled up some poems he remembered, like How Do I Love Thee or I Carry Your Heart.
“I don’t know,” Steve said through a sigh. “I looked up a lot of websites on writing vows and stuff, and those poems were everywhere. When does it go from romantic to cheesy?” He began to push books towards Sam where he’d dogeared a lot of pages. “Shakespeare. I even considered Chaucer, but who would understand medieval verse?”
Pamela just couldn’t with this. It hadn’t even been that long, but she got up to come back to the guys. “Look. It’s simple. Song lyrics.”
“No. No to Shakespeare. And Chaucer. We’re not in Lit class.” Sam could feel a headache already forming. Vows should not remind anyone of AP English. Or English. They should move people.
Did he look at his girlfriend with newfound appreciation? Yup. He did. “I like her idea. Lyrics make sense.”
Steve looked at Pamela as if she’d just spoken Greek. It was kind of obvious, now that the idea was put right in front of him. There were a lot of songs he knew that he could apply to this, but one in particular came to mind.
Steve looked at the books on the table then spoke quietly. “Finding your love I've found my adventure, Touching your hand, my heart beats the faster, All that I want in all of this world is you.”
Pamela got an actually sweet smile on his face as she listened to that, put her chin on Sam’s shoulder then kissed his cheek as she whispered just for him, ”You’re welcome.”
Sam squeezed Pam’s hand. He felt so lucky in this moment. “I love that vow, Steve. It’s very you and Darcy.”
“Now follow that up with the Braveheart quote and it’s perfect.” Pamela grinned at the boys because yes. Darcy would love that. The girl had a sense of humor that Pamela could appreciate. She gave Sam another cheek smooch then went back to the living room.
Steve couldn’t help but chuckle since he agreed that Darcy would probably laugh at that. “Alright. Song lyrics it is. Thanks guys.”