Bailey
by mardel
PG
A real short fic about what Sam thinks about Bailey.
Disclaimer I just borrowed them for the fiction.
His hands, there was something about his hands. Sam had always noticed that he had
beautiful hands. They were strong, large and square. With long fingers, talented
fingers. The backs of his hands were sprinkled with dark hair, the first knuckle
of each finger was also kissed with a touch of dark hair.
His hands were powerful looking, wide, the palms callused from his days spent at
the gym, and the firing range. Sam loved his hands.
His eyes, there was something about his eyes. He was so expressive with his eyes.
He could hide his feelings, at least most of the time. But his beautiful dark brown
eyes made her heart melt. His eyes were the color of a rich, dark chocolate.
When he smiled and his eyes lite up too, Sam couldn't help but smile in return.
Sam even loved his eyes when they were closed, the outside lashes were just a
touch longer, making him appear sad with his eyes closed.
His mouth, there was something about his mouth. Sam noticed when he was studying
the work on his desk. His top lip was almost bow shaped. Not exactly fitting in with
his tough guy image. His bottom lip was full and just begged to be nippled on.
She knew from experience those lips were skilled. He always tasted like his habits.
Coffee, cigars and scotch. She loved his kisses, the tender and gentle, the deep and
passion filled, and the teasing touches.
His voice, there was something about his voice. Sam had noticed from the first time she
had listened to him lecture, his voice was beautiful. His voice was a deep, rich baritone.
She had loved listening to him give lectures at Quantico. She had often lost track of
what he was saying, lost in listening to his soft, deep voice. He was very expressive
with his voice. He didn't need to raise his voice to make a point, he just changed
the tone. He had one of those voices, just listening to him read a phone book,
would be pure pleasure. His voice made her weak.
His build, she had to admit, drove her crazy. From his broad shoulders, thick
with muscle. His wide, powerful chest. His huge arms bulging with strength.
His trim waist and long sturdy legs. Even his ass was perfect, firm and just right.
Sam loved the feel of his strong arms around her, his solid chest beneath her cheek.
His hugs were her salvation. She need him more than air. She loved him more than
life. She was so glad they had finally found each other.
by mardel
PG
A real short fic about what Sam thinks about Bailey.
Disclaimer I just borrowed them for the fiction.
His hands, there was something about his hands. Sam had always noticed that he had
beautiful hands. They were strong, large and square. With long fingers, talented
fingers. The backs of his hands were sprinkled with dark hair, the first knuckle
of each finger was also kissed with a touch of dark hair.
His hands were powerful looking, wide, the palms callused from his days spent at
the gym, and the firing range. Sam loved his hands.
His eyes, there was something about his eyes. He was so expressive with his eyes.
He could hide his feelings, at least most of the time. But his beautiful dark brown
eyes made her heart melt. His eyes were the color of a rich, dark chocolate.
When he smiled and his eyes lite up too, Sam couldn't help but smile in return.
Sam even loved his eyes when they were closed, the outside lashes were just a
touch longer, making him appear sad with his eyes closed.
His mouth, there was something about his mouth. Sam noticed when he was studying
the work on his desk. His top lip was almost bow shaped. Not exactly fitting in with
his tough guy image. His bottom lip was full and just begged to be nippled on.
She knew from experience those lips were skilled. He always tasted like his habits.
Coffee, cigars and scotch. She loved his kisses, the tender and gentle, the deep and
passion filled, and the teasing touches.
His voice, there was something about his voice. Sam had noticed from the first time she
had listened to him lecture, his voice was beautiful. His voice was a deep, rich baritone.
She had loved listening to him give lectures at Quantico. She had often lost track of
what he was saying, lost in listening to his soft, deep voice. He was very expressive
with his voice. He didn't need to raise his voice to make a point, he just changed
the tone. He had one of those voices, just listening to him read a phone book,
would be pure pleasure. His voice made her weak.
His build, she had to admit, drove her crazy. From his broad shoulders, thick
with muscle. His wide, powerful chest. His huge arms bulging with strength.
His trim waist and long sturdy legs. Even his ass was perfect, firm and just right.
Sam loved the feel of his strong arms around her, his solid chest beneath her cheek.
His hugs were her salvation. She need him more than air. She loved him more than
life. She was so glad they had finally found each other.