Before she knew it, Sam was standing right next to her, turning her face towards him gently and pressing his lips to her own. Immediately, every nerve and muscle in her body jolted to life, and she kissed him back eagerly. This was good. This was right. It was all she'd wanted for what felt like forever and now, finally, it was right there being given to her. And there was no hesitation as she took it.
She was still bruised and sore, and she was still leery about doing anything at all with the memories of the rape still so fresh in her mind, but since it was Sam, her Sam, she felt safe. He always made her feel that way, even in this kind of situation, and if there had been any doubt in her mind that she loved him, it was gone when she realized how little she cared about what had happened to her just because of his mere presence. Not that she'd had any doubt whatsoever.
She stood slowly, moving closer to him and wrapping her arms around his neck while she continued kissing him. It wasn't like the first kiss they'd shared, erratic and unexpected, but instead it was tender and it felt like it had been a long time coming.