One of Sam's hands splayed across the small of your back, the other gently tracing along your bicep as your arm was slung across his ribcage. Your skin was warm against his own, sated body resting perfectly against his chest.

Times like this were his favorite. It was quiet, calm, and it felt like you two were the only beings in the world. It was rare that Sam was able to be carefree, so he cherished these little moments with you. A lazy smile tugged at his kiss-swollen lips, soft eyes trained on your face as your eyes struggled to stay open. Your body was exhausted from your coupling— and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tired, too.

Sam leaned down, pressing his lips against your sweaty forehead. "You're so beautiful," he murmered softly against your hairline. The sheets ruffled as you moved slightly, letting out a hum in response. The moment your hand lifted and made contact with his scalp, he let out a deep sigh. Your fingers threaded through his chocolate locks, silky strands twirling around your fingers.

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of your fingers in his hair before he cupped your jaw, lifting your chin up to look at him. "I love you," he whispered, peppering kisses to your cheek, nose, and forehead. "You need anything? Water, snacks, more cuddles?"