i wanna reach out and grab ya.
It was Valentine's Day and he was about to steal someone's girl.
He hadn't been expecting any kind of response, let alone an agreement to come with him. She'd seen surprised to see him. He'd done a little digging. When it came to Leonie Kirschbaum, he was obsessive. He was crazy. She was mystical and magical and all-consuming. She had him wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. They both knew it. The worst part was that he was a-okay with it.
He'd crawl across broken glass for her. He figured that she wasn't interested and she never would be. Sam had realised that when he was fourteen years old but did it stop him? Did it heck. Absolutely not. He loved the chase. While he wanted her badly, he'd sort of realised that she'd date anyone but him.
A lot of girls had caught his fancy in the past. Julia, Veronika, Faina and countless others but Leonie had always stood out, like some sort of shining beacon. It had taken him a while to figure out what to do. She was a classy girl. She must be used to having fancy dinners and extravagant presents but unfortunately for her, she was getting neither of them tonight. He'd sent her a note which simply read:
dress up warm."Oh come on, I'm not going to bite," Sam said with a roll of his big Nordic eyes as he brandished a scarf he was about to fashion into a blindfold. "Not unless you ask nicely," he chided as he stepped behind her and wrapped the scarf around her eyes gently. Stepping in front of her, he carefully took her hands in his and backed up and without warning, he apparated them both away from a dreary and uninspiring London town.
They were in the rolling Italian countryside. Sam was careful to grip her in case she slipped, still being uncharacteristically respectful. It was in the newspapers. Some sort of bright and shiny constellation would be over northern Europe and this was one of the best places to see them. He'd toyed with taking her back to Stockholm but something told him she might not like the ice and all the cured fish. And his mother.
With dextrous care, Sam backed up, guiding Leonie up a gentle incline as the cool wind ruffled his bright blonde hair. He'd dressed casually in a pair of well fitting dark jeans, hiking boots, cream coloured jumper and an overcoat to keep out the chill. He didn't care if she'd already been out with her boyfriend that evening. It was late now. A little after eleven in the evening and he felt a spurt of smugness that she'd obviously cut the date short in order to here with him tonight.
They were in the rolling Tuscan hills, the small town of San Gimignano many metres below them. It was a beautifully clear night, not a cloud in the sky. Perhaps this wasn't what she was used to and he was banking on that being the case. In between a small circle of cypress
trees was a blanket. There were pillows and blankets as well as a basket full of stuff; sandwiches, pasta, cakes, a bottle of wine and a flask of tea. There was also a telescope that he'd borrowed from Gunnar without his permission, of course.
They wandered over cut grass and he stopped, letting go of her hands and coming behind her to gently unravel the scarf and then wrap it securely around her neck for warmth with a smile. It took a lot of effort. He'd taken time to scout out the perfect area, wait for the perfect time, pack the perfect food. But as always, he was downplaying it. Leonie knew she had a power over him, he just needed to resist it.
Offering her one more smile, he dug his hands into his pockets as he began a slow walk to the trees, whistling merrily under his breath as the stars shimmered above them. It seemed like there was no one around for miles. No people, no birds chirping, no Muggle traffic. Utterly peaceful and beautiful. "Come on, slow coach," he called over his shoulder as his long legs strode out swiftly.
@Leonie Kirschbaum 
