Waking up with a stretch and a smile on his face, Sam turns to you and smirks once he realizes you do not have the same expression.

To say he railed you would be an understatement. You were covered almost head to toe in bruises and hickeys, and your legs shook and wobbled every time you tried moving them.

“Good morning sunshine.” Sam says, way too energetically for your liking as he leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek.