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Singha's hair was short and rough, getting softer with each brush of her fingers along his back. He was an amazing duplicate of his father from thirteen years ago, just as stout and solid with a long tongue dropped below his chin as he placidly sat in her lap.

Sam sat and petted him and intentionally ignored the frenetic beating hearts of Mon's parents in front of her. They were just as stiff as her grandmother's attendants, even Teacher Pohn, and frankly, Sam didn't want to deal with them as she waited for Mon to arrive home with her own groceries.

But of course, her good manners won out. 

She deflected their appreciation for her gifts with demure answers, fingers barely tensing under Singha's chin as she mentioned it was Mon who told her she had to shop for groceries for her father. After a second of thinking of inquiring about Singha's food before bringing it up, she nodded and internally relaxed as Aon spoke up, proving he knew how to keep Singha safe and healthy. 

It was a stuttering, conciliatory mess, but it seemed like Mon's habit of standing up to her hadn't fallen far from the tree. 

And as annoyed as Sam felt, she had to admit she was impressed. 

It was the sound of Mon's parents stiffly straightening up even more and looking towards the door that notified her to Mon coming home before the slide of the door itself did. Singha shifted at the sight of his owner, and Sam tightened her hold so he wouldn't jump off. 

Instead, ignoring how her arms went minutely rigid around him as she took in Mon's hands free of shopping bags, Sam reflexively looked her up and down. Verifying there wasn't anything, she didn't pay attention to the nervous and harried words once again being uttered by Pohn and Aon to note it out loud.

When Mon didn't answer, Sam dug her fingers into Singha's hair and tried again, carefully keeping her voice neutral. Was Mon going to have her groceries delivered?

Still keeping silent, Mon intently avoided her gaze.

Watching her to take in her uncomfortable body language, Sam fought down her irritation at Mon's stubborn silence and, giving Singha one more pat, finally let him down.

It was clear Mon was going to run again, just like she had walked away from Sam earlier.

Only this time, Sam was prepared to follow her when Mon inevitably broke her silence to excuse herself. After all, she knew Aon and Pohn wouldn't refuse her, as much as they had already been falling all over themselves to please her.

And once she did get Mon alone, Sam was going to find out why, after finally succeeding in making up with her the night before, Mon was suddenly mad at her, again.  

She couldn't stand not knowing how to make it stop so things could go back to normal. 

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Lady Sam was still shaking when she wrapped her arms around her.

Pushing into her, chin over her shoulder, Mon tightened her grip around her own arms, squeezing Lady Sam as hard as she could manage. Lady Sam had always fit so perfectly against her, and this was no exception, her lover's body curved into her as she bent over slightly to encircle her shoulders, her own chin on Mon's left shoulder. Mon could hear the unsteadiness of her breathing as she buried herself into her, and she pulled her even closer, needing the contact as much as Lady Sam did.

"I missed you..." Lady Sam swallowed, tightening her grip around her, her head tilting up and back to brush her lips along Mon's neck, Mon hiccuping as the kiss tingled, leaving heat glowing its way through her. Frowning, Lady Sam pushed herself back, left hand cupping her cheek as she studied her intently, "No, no, don't cry."

"I'm not crying," Mon refuted shyly, a flush rising on her cheeks as she met her lover's searching gaze, hands sliding down to rest on the small of her back.

"No?" Lady Sam asked as a tear trailed down Mon's cheek, her fingers already brushing it away as Mon's eyelashes fluttered. She lifted it, as if giving it as evidence before her. "So what's this?"

Smiling, Mon shook her head, after a second moving her chin forward, dark gaze meeting Lady Sam's as she pressed her lips to her knuckles. She pulled back, smiling widely. "It's me being so happy that you still love me."

Lady Sam inhaled, eyes widening momentarily, before she nodded and moved her hand forward again, brushing her knuckles along Mon's cheek. She searched her gaze. "Mon. Loving you," she licked her lips, "Is all I know how to do."

Staring up at her, Mon choked out a stuttered exhalation, closing her eyes and pressing her suddenly burning gaze to Lady Sam's shoulder as her lover wrapped her arms back around her.

It her turn to shake, Lady Sam's hand stroking along the back of her neck and scratching at her scalp, Mon buried herself into her, breathed her in, and promised herself that, no matter what she had to do, she was never going to lose this ever again. 

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Mon's hand was small in hers, her fingers warm and tight as Sam laced them with her own, curling them possessively onto her thigh as she merged into traffic. Rubbing her thumb over Mon's knuckles, Sam forced herself to only look at her every ten seconds, a smile lifting her lips as she took in Mon's adoring, wide gaze with her own.

Mon smiled, her dimples on display as she momentarily bit her lower lip, pausing and bobbing her head before shaking it. Her eyes were wet. "I can't believe you're here."

Squeezing her hand, Sam blinked back sudden tears of her own, having to look up before focusing back on the road, then turning back to Mon. "I'm never leaving your side again," she promised, never having meant anything more.

And, her expression absolutely beaming, Mon nodded.

Brushing a kiss against the back of Mon's hand before letting her go to step out of Ms. Duanpen, Sam walked around to open the passenger door for her, her arm immediately curling around her waist to pull her into her. Mon's chin already lifting to accept her kiss, Sam cupped her cheek and pressed her back against her car, shivering as Mon's arms wrapped around her back as she pushed up into her.

Sam hadn't been back to their house without Mon there. Now, kissing languidly in their driveway, Mon moaning against her as she tilted her head to get a better angle, Sam finally felt at home.

Taking the handle of Mon's bigger suitcase to pull it further inside their home, Sam paused, turning to look at Mon in the middle of pulling her carryon luggage onto the sofa. Padding up behind her to wrap her arms around her waist from behind, Mon exhaling and moving back into her, Sam pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, nuzzling into her a second later. "Do you need to call anyone in England?" she asked.

"Mmhm," Mon hummed, leaning back into Sam's embrace, her hands coming up to stroke along her arms around her; she turned her head, brushing her lips along Sam's cheek. "I should tell my father I'm not coming. And, well, Mum and Pa, that I'm staying, too."

Nodding, pressing another kiss to Mon's neck, Sam turned, circling around Mon to press her forehead against hers, their noses brushing together. She inhaled, hands moving up to cup Mon's cheeks, gently nudging her chin up to kiss her again. "I love you," she breathed as they finally separated, dark eyes opening to meet Mon's squarely, "Thank you for staying with me."

Gazing up at her, eyes blinking as tears welled, Mon nodded, pushing up on her toes to press a kiss to Sam's forehead. "I love you too," she smiled, her hand curling behind Sam's neck to pull her down into another kiss; easing back before it could become too heated, she waited until Sam opened her eyes to look at her again, her smile trembling as her voice broke, "Thank you for coming for me."

Sam's eyelashes fluttered. "Always," she stated, staring seriously into Mon's eyes, making sure she was listening to her, "I want you to know that I will always come for you."

Staring up at her, Mon sniffed, then swallowed. "Should I take that as a promise?"

Sam nodded. She cupped Mon's cheeks again, thumbs stroking along them. "From now until eternity. I promise."

Beaming up at her again, tears trickling down her cheeks, Mon smiled, nodded, and closed her eyes as Sam moved in to kiss her again.

Curled around Mon's back with her hands stroking along her stomach, her chin resting on her shoulder as she held her as she called her parents, Sam kept her eyes on the side of Mon's head, unwilling to look away as she explained that she was staying - and why she was staying. Wanting to butt in and explain herself, she only held her tongue because Mon had asked her to, instead squeezing Mon and brushing kiss after kiss to her shoulder whenever she thought of doing so.

Her thumbs massaging Mon's abs as she listened to her talk to Teacher Pohn and Aon, Sam pressed another kiss to Mon's shoulder as she finally hung up, easily moving kisses up to her neck as she sighed and dropped back into her. "Talking to Father was easier than Mum and Pa," Mon groaned, turning her head and smiling tiredly as Sam dropped a kiss to her furrowed brow.

"Is that because you told him we'd visit in a couple of months?" Sam asked, lowering her chin to brush her lips along Mon's nose.

Giggling, Mon wrinkled said nose, rolling over enough to lay against Sam's chest, curling into her; she gazed up at her. "You don't want an overseas trip?" she pouted exaggeratedly.

Huffing, Sam squeezed her, kissing her quickly. "You know I'll follow you anywhere, even if just to hold your hand as you force yourself to fly." She pressed her cheek against Mon's. "And Teacher Pohn...?"

Mon opened her mouth, paused, and then flushed, burying her face into Sam's neck. "She wants us over for dinner next week."

"Oh?" Sam, after a moment, grinned, her hand moving down to cup under Mon's chin and pull her up, kissing her soundly, "I can do that. I have to ask her and your father's approval for your hand in marriage, after all."

Staring up at her, Mon blinked. "Lady Sam?"

Sam gazed neutrally at her. "What?"

"...Lady Sam?"

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"Up."

"Hmm?" Opening her eyes, Mon smiles as Sam's hands wrap around her legs, lifting her feet onto her lap. "Ahh." She settles back down, hands resting on the hot water bottle against her pelvis. After a moment, "Ah, Khun Sam, you don't have to - "

Giving a firm shake of her chin, Sam continues massaging and stroking Mon's feet. "Want to. Relax again."

Her smile growing, Mon nods and lies back again. "Yes, Khun Sam."

Happily leaving herself in Sam's hands, Sam's small, smug smile at her following the direction is the perfect accompaniment for the back of Mon's eyelids.

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Maybe Sam was used to being home alone, or she specifically wanted to drive Mon crazy with embarrassment. Either way, when Mon finds her boss working on the couch with a robe barely covering a short nightgown, she almost immediately walks out. Only - "Mon."

Mon's eyes linger on the open swell of her chest to her arms and down her bare legs, thankfully snatching her gaze away before being caught. She swallows. "Yes, Khun Sam?"

"There something you want for dinner, order it."

Mon nods, escaping to the kitchen.

Behind her, looking awfully pleased with herself, Sam watches her go.

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Seeing the jersey, Mon gives loud, surprised laughter before slapping her hand over her mouth.

Sam frowns. "What?"

Mon barely manages a, "Khun Sam," between chortles.

Sam's frown deepens. "What? Why are you laughing?"

"Wro-wrong jersey."

"But it's red?" Sam holds it up. "See?"

Shaking her head, Mon points. "This is a liver bird."

"So?"

Mon smiles at her. "Mighty Red is Liverpool F.C." Sam's glower deepens. "Manchester United is Fred the Red."

Sam crosses her arms. "So many pointless words."

Laughing affectionately now, Mon hugs her. "You tried, teerak. But let's go ahead and exchange; Pa would appreciate it."

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Waking up to Sam's legs tangled with hers, arm curled around her side and stroking along her bare stomach, Mon giggles as lips brush her cheek. "Khun Sam!" she protests, squirming as Sam's touch turns ticklish. "Hmmph," she pouts heavily, rolling to face her, stopping her, "Why did you wake me so meanly?"

"Because..." Sam smirks broadly at her, arms locking around her, "We got married yesterday."

Warmth suffuses Mon's chest, her cheeks flushing. "Mmm?"

"Um. I wanted to call you my wife."

Mon smiles. "Well?"

Sam gazes at her. "Good morning, my wife."

Mon beams. "Good morning, my wife." 

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"There's nothing about stacking Draw 2s."

"You just don't want to draw 6 cards!" Jim retorts.

Sam's eyes narrow. "Mon."

"Yes, Khun Sam?"

Without looking away from Jim, Sam crosses her arms. "Read the rules again."

Mon clears her throat. "Ah, they may not be in the official rules, but many people play with the stacking..."

"Ugh!" Jim interjects, huffing, "Just draw, Fuzzy Horn!"

"Yeah, go ahead and quit being an ass," Tee drawls, Yuki covering a laugh next to her.

Sam only gives in and starts drawing, glaring at them all the while, when Mon starts rubbing her back. 

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"They still haven't scored." Sam whispers loudly.

"I know," Mon whispers back, Sam dipping her head to hear her, "But we still want to support as much as we can."

Sam considers that. "But... It's been more than a half hour?"

A rueful smile lifts Mon's lips. "Football can be like that."

"Why?"

Mon pauses. "Why?"

Sam nods. Her eyes taking in Pa Aon's excitement next to them, she turns to Mon. "Yes. Why? It seems... Boring."

Mon takes her hand. "Because managing an actual goal? And celebrating with others? It can be exciting beyond measure." 

Sam studies her. "...Hmm."

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Mon takes a sip. Squinting, trying to parse the flavor profile, she finally nods, settling the spoon back into the pasta sauce. Giving one stir before the oven beeps, she starts, quickly pulling a sheet of buttered toast out. She peers down at it. Surely this will be edible!

Sam takes in Mon's pasta and garlic bread. 

"So I hope it's edible," Mon chatters as Sam slowly reaches for a fork, "I mean, I tried my best, and - "

Sam takes a bite. "Stop."

"Stop...?"

"Stop." Sam looks at her. "It's good. Thank you, teerak."

Mon's dimples crease. "...Ahh. I'm glad."

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"Do you think he'll get along with Singha?" Mon asks.

Looking at the slumbering puppy the same size as her palm set down on his back, Sam's fingertips stroke along his head and neck. "If we introduce him properly."

Mon's fingers reach out; pressing first along Sam's knuckles before sliding forward, curling along the puppy's back, her fingers stop short of lacing together with Sam's. Instead rubbing her thumb between his ears, she turns, smiling at Sam as the puppy yawns and burrows into their shared grip. 

Sam shifts; kissing Mon, she hums. "Mee?"

"Bear?" Mon hmms. "Lions, tigers... Yes."

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Mon looks up. "Mom Boss?"

"We have a meeting with a client at one. You will be there."

"I... Will?"

"Yes." Uncrossing her arms, Sam slowly reaches out to touch Mon's notebook resting on the desk only a few inches away from Mon's hand. "It is a lunch meeting, so don't eat."

Her eyes flickering from Sam's hand and back, Mon nods, smiling. "...Okay."

"Goodie." Lips quirking, and giving her one last lingering look, Sam nods back and straightens, "Now get back to work, ตัวเอง." 

All sound stops in the office.

Sam closes her eyes.

Mon flushes. "Y-yes, Khun Sam."