A Love Story, Teen Version

Love forged in the fires of adversity becomes strong. A Sam/Daniel. Rated "T." Strong "M" version available as well.

Chapter One: "Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder"

One month. Thirty-one days. Much, much too long to be away from each other. They had left the airport and were driving back to Sam's place, now legally Daniel's place as well.

"Don't ever be away that long again," Sam gently chided her husband.

"I never want to, but I'm not in control of that," Daniel answered apologetically. He sighed deeply. They sat quietly, side by side, thinking. "I sure hope your transfer to Area 51 goes through without a hitch. Otherwise, things could get... you know." They both knew the regs.

"Do you think anyone knows?"

"Now that's... hard to say. I think the rest of the team, at least, has some suspicions about us. I think they see it in..."

"Your eyes," finished Sam.

"...I was going to say, yours. I see it there. But then again, I look for it." She looked over at him, drinking in the features of her husband's face. When he was gone, she had brought that face to mind many times. She liked to kiss away the furrows that creased his brow, to run her hands over his whisker-stubbled face. And his lips? Ah, his lips...

Daniel's right hand moved from the steering wheel to Sam's thigh, coming to rest palms up. She meshed her fingers slowly with his, gave a little squeeze. It was like this when they made love, their bodies coming together like pieces in a puzzle, separate entities that made something beautiful.

Daniel pulled the car off the road and into a deserted, dark parking lot. "Daniel, what are you doing?" Sam giggled. "This," he replied. Seat belts unclasped, he slid over the bench seat and devoured her mouth with his.

ooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Damn, that was good," she panted after their lovemaking session was over.

"Mmm... absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say," he returned, when he could finally speak.

Temporarily satiated, they adjusted their clothing. They had the whole weekend – hell, their whole lives – ahead of them. What they had just done was more than a bit foolish, they both knew. "Think the state police would've believed we're married?" asked Daniel, starting up the car.

"Who knows? I'm just glad we didn't have to try to convince them," returned Sam sleepily. Bunching up Daniel's jacket into a pillow of sorts, she nestled her head against the window.