Chapter 2: A Mechanic's Work Is Never Done

Introduction: Here's the new chapter! It's Baird and Sam, obviously.

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Damon Baird opened the door of the small apartment that he shared with his girlfriend. As he walked in, he took his backwards cap off and slipped his goggles up to his head. Shutting the door and locking it, he placed his cap on the coat rack.

Sighing he took his gloves off, his shoulder pads, and chest pack that he wore and dropped them on the floor, he'd pick them up later, but he was gassed, a long day of fixing plenty of machinery. Several loaders and a Silverback needed to be fixed.

As he walked through the small one-bedroom apartment and into the tiny kitchen, he washed his hands and dried them off and went to the cupboard and pulled out a glass. Turning on the sink he filled the glass with water. He gulped down the water and let a big sigh out. He felt much better now after drinking the cold liquid, it cooled him inside and helped him relax a little.

Refilling his glass, Baird turned and walked towards the small 'dining' room, which for all intents and purposes was part of the larger living room, but it was something. Pulling out a chair from the small five-piece dining set and sitting down he leaned back and closed his eyes. While he knew the dining set wasn't much; four simple wooden chairs painted black with bisque-colored seating cushions and a neatly designed glass table, it was sufficient for his tastes.

He ran his day through his mind and thought about how long it was. Waking up at 6:30 and skipping breakfast, only a cup of coffee, and then from 7:30 to 4:30 he was at his shop. Working on the loaders and Silverback and making sure they all worked properly. Thankfully, he didn't get many work orders in and was able to focus on those loaders and Silverbacks.

Being a genius engineer and the best mechanic around had it's perks; he got good deals on parts, and labor was in high demand, so he could cut the best deals or himself and make good money. But it also meant that long hours and skipped lunches. Of course, he could go without food for a long while.

But he did like eating, especially bacon. Nice crispy bacon. A double baconator sounded good right now.

He chuckled; maybe he could put the bacon on a certain mocha-skinned woman and eat it off her. Yeah, that would be very fun. Maybe make a bacon bra and panties. Maybe he could talk her into putting the bacon on his….

Suddenly, he was interrupted from his perverted thoughts and felt soft arms wrap around his chest. He also felt a gentle kiss on his left cheek and he had a big smile form.

"Damon, I missed you." Samantha Byrne spoke with affection. She watched as Baird opened his eyes and looked at her with the big smile he was wearing. He looked more alive now, then when he walked in.

"And where the hell did you come from?" Baird asked with fake annoyance. He lifted his right hand up and gripped her bicep gently. God, he loved the feel of her soft skin.

Sam smiled and rubbed her nose against his. "I was in the bedroom reading. I figured I'd let you settle in before coming out."

"You reading?" Baird asked with mild surprise. "How big was the printing?"

Keeping one arm wrapped around his muscled chest, she lowered her other and balled her hand into a fist and lightly punched him in the gut. Baird let out a ' omph' and gave her a fake hurt look.

"It has twelve-point font babe." Sam replied with mock indignation. "It's not a children's book."

Baird took a deep breathe before continuing. "Then what's it about?" He was curious as to what his girlfriend was reading. Was it about marriage? Babies?

"It's about mechanic stuff." Sam replied with a huge grin. "I've decided that I want to help you out more at the shop."

Baird's eyes went wide with mild surprise. Sam had hinted that she wanted to learn more about engineering and how to fix machinery. But he wasn't sure how serious she was. Now he knew: if she was reading up on what to do and how to do it. Then, maybe it was time for him to bring her in on a full-time basis at the shop.

"Damon?" Sam interrupted him from his thoughts again. He looked at her and saw a loving look in her eyes. "I'd really like to help you. It would mean a lot to me."

Baird smiled, he began to stand up and turned to look at Sam, who was wearing just a black tank top and booty shorts. He was looking up and down her, maybe the bacon idea could wait.

"Damon?" Sam spoke again, she knew what he was doing and she liked it, but she wanted an answer from him.

"Sam." Baird said as he walked up to her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a slightly quizzical look.

"I'd be more than happy to teach you everything I know." Baird said happily and with all the sincerity he could muster.

Sam smiled and reached up and gently pecked her boyfriend on the lips. "Thank you."

Baird smiled again. "Your welcome." They gave each other a strong hug and held each for a few minutes.

Sam then quickly let Baird go and stepped back, she let out a seductive smirk.

"I need to take a shower, but I might need my mechanic to help me." Sam said as she slowly and teasingly lifted her top up and exposed her navel.

Baird smirked back and couldn't stifle his mouth from watering. "Well, I think I have time to fill another 'work order'.

Sam smiled and turned and sauntered over to the bedroom. She peaked over her right shoulder in a seductive manner. "I think I might some screwing and twisting that needs to be taken care of."

Sam disappeared from sight and Baird immediately took his shirt off and hurried after her. It was definitely going to be a fun evening.

Yeah, a mechanic's work was never done.

Final Note: I do admit this comes off clunky, but I hope you enjoyed reading anyway. Next another Marcus and Anya story.