Sam had decided that he was going to keep her alive. That way, if and when the other Sam got here, she'd be able to feel the guilt. And she'd also know that he was the one who had been able to satisfy her in a way that he couldn't. She would know that when it came down to this, he was better. He was sure of it. He had to be, right?
There was nothing more satisfying than getting what he wanted. And Sam? He just had. Grinning against her neck, Sam released his hold on the zipper and slid his hands down her waist. His fingers slid underneath the waistband of her pants and he slowly began to drag them down, his mouth shifting back to meet her own yet again as he tugged them down.