"It's real," he assured her. Sam knew where she was coming from on that one. He wasn't gonna lie. He had thought about this before, maybe more than once, and the fact that it was real and not some sort of daydream was very much an amazing thing to acknowledge. It would take some getting used to. All of this would. For now, however, Sam knew that there was only one thing that he needed to worry about and that was making her happy. He knew one surefire way to ensure as much too. He had to keep going. Had to make her feel. "All of this is real," Sam said again, his words coming out muffled against the side of her throat.
Less clothing. Much, much less clothing. Savoring the sight of her, bare chest and all, Sam kept his body as close to her own as he could without crushing her with his weight. Her skin felt so warm, brushing against his, and he realized that this, right here, was the kind of heat that he honestly did not mind at all. Furnaces of doom, yes. He wasn't a fan of those. But this was something different. It was special. It was them.
In response to her question, Sam reached between them and began to tug his final bit of clothing away. The boxers landed on the floor next to his discarded jeans not too long after he kicked them away. There. He was done. There was nothing left on him to keep Sam from her. Faith, however...