Yeah, alright, maybe this dating thing wouldn't be so bad after all.
You know how it is, Sam is Finnick and both of them are Fatemeh's husband ;)
Fatemeh wasn't exactly happy with the current situation.
"I cannot believe you are doing this", she groaned, pressing her head against the door as she glared at her almost-boyfriend, Sam.
"I am", Sam smirked, sitting down on the floor with her. "You and I have been going out for months now. I want this to be real. I want us to become real."
"We are real even if we don't put a label on it, you know", Fatemeh pointed out. "I don't know why the world is so obsessed with labels, anyway."
"Yes, the world is evil, but it's not the world demanding you to be my girlfriend, it's me", Sam smirked, grabbing her hand in his. "I just think that we've been having an amazing time lately."
"We have", Fatemeh agreed, smiling at him. "Really amazing."
"The sex is good", Sam said. "We have good chemistry, I enjoy doing stuff with you. Remember how we went to the amusement park last week? That was fun. And how-"
"You don't need ot convince me, I know how good together we are", Fatemeh said gently, smiling at him. "I'm just... I'm afraid that if we do this, something will go wrong eventually, and we'll... be over."
Sam had not expected such an approach. But instead of arguing, he smiled. He moved to sit right next to her, wrapping an arm around her. "I think the fact that you're worrying about us being over means that you care about this relationship more than you let on."
Fatemeh smiled, looking up at Sam. "Maybe."
Sam smirked, kissing her forehead. "Look, if you don't want to do this, I'm completely fine with that. But I also think that there would be nothing better than being able to call you my girlfriend."
Fatemeh sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Fine, fine, you're my boyfriend. Fine", she cursed under her breath as she pulled him in for a deep kiss.
They kissed for the longest time, clinging onto each other until Sam finally pulled away with a huge smirk on his face.
"See, that wasn't so bad", he teased, kissing the tip of her nose. "Dating will be exactly like this, only you'll get to tell me that I can't do this with anyone else."
Fatemeh pulled back, looking at him in shock. "Have you been doing this with someone else while we've been going out?"
Sam shook his head. "No, of course not. To tell you the truth, from the moment I met you, I haven't even looked at anyone else", he said, touching her cheek. "So you have nothing to worry about there."
Fatemeh nodded. "Well, same here. I have, actually.... well, I thought that we were exclusive already", she smiled. "At least it was what I wanted, but I wasn't sure if it was what you wanted, too."
"Of course it was", Sam said. "It is", he kissed her again. "You are my girlfriend and I could not be happier about that."
"Your girlfriend", Fatemeh mused, a smile on her face. "Yeah, alright, I could get used to that."
"Yeah?" Sam smirked before kissing her once more, pulling her up with him. "How about I take my beautiful girlfriend out to dinner now?"
"Your girlfriend would not say no to that", Fatemeh smiled, taking his hand.
"Are we being cute?" Sam asked as the two of them left the room.
"We are, better stop", Fatemeh said, kissing her boyfriend once more. Yeah, alright, maybe this dating thing wouldn't be so bad after all.
