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"I'm sorry??"
Samantha laughed to herself when she realized that Martin had no idea what she was asking him. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and tried again.
"The bed. What side do you usually sleep on?"
Martin chuckled when he realized what her initial question had been. He wasn't quite sure why it took him so long to understand, although his mind had been elsewhere.
"Left," he replied quickly in an effort to hide his embarrassment, "but it really doesn't matter at all."
Samantha smiled and made a grand gesture with her right arm toward the left side of the bed. Martin worked his way over as she crossed in front of him on her way to the right side. She grabbed the teddy bear by the arm and squeezed it in between her left elbow and her waist, freeing both hands to clear the rest of the bed. She pulled back the black comforter, revealing the smooth black and white checkered sheets beneath. Martin and Samantha both gingerly slipped into the bed, each extremely aware of the other's presence.
Martin rested on his back, his left arm curled up under his head, and his right hand comfortably settled on his abdomen.
Samantha took a minute longer to situate herself. She placed the teddy bear between Martin and herself. She was beyond caring if he thought she was a bit childish for continuing to sleep with a stuffed animal. She first acquired Riggs in the 80's after nursing a brief crush on Mel Gibson during his Lethal Weapon days. This was back when she thought men with guns were mysterious and exciting. That was a long time ago, and now she was the one with the gun. After a while, she realized that maybe it wasn't quite as thrilling as it was cracked up to be. Still, she hardly ever went to sleep without Riggs, especially considering that he was all the overnight company she ever had. Samantha reached over to the nightstand and set the alarm clock for 6am, figuring that it would give them both plenty of time to shower and prepare for work. Then she reached up and switched off the light, leaving them in almost complete darkness. The only light came from the streetlights 8 floors below the window in the bedroom.
With the lights out and Martin already settled in for the night's sleep, Samantha allowed herself to nestle into a comfortable position on her right side, facing away from Martin.
Martin broke the silence with a quick, "Goodnight, Samantha."
"Goodnight," she whispered over her shoulder.
Samantha was still for a moment. It struck her as nearly amazing the way that Martin was willing to completely rearrange his plans for the entire night, instead choosing to share childhood stories and keep her company. She suddenly had an overwhelming urge to hug him. Unfortunately, she would have to settle for a much more simple expression of gratitude.
Samantha rolled over to her left side so she was facing Martin. She propped herself up on her elbow and took a breath. She angled her head upward and found herself staring directly into Martin's eyes. How tender they were. Her heart skipped a beat as she nearly forgot what her purpose was. She involuntarily reached over with her free hand and touched the arm that was resting over his stomach. She felt him tense slightly at her touch.
"Thank you for staying with me tonight, Martin," Samantha whispered. She paused for a second to continue, but instead just repeated a simple, "Thank you".
Martin's breath caught in his throat. In the reflection of the moon and streetlights, Samantha had the general appearance of a Greek goddess. She was breathtakingly beautiful with her golden hair spilling over her shoulder and resting easily on the pillow top. Her eyes were sincere, and her hand remained softly over his.
"Anytime, Samantha, I mean that"
They stared intently at one another for a few seconds before Samantha realized that her hand was still resting on Martin. She pulled it away quickly, almost too quickly to appear natural. She thought she caught a glimpse of Martin smiling as she turned over again.
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Martin didn't quite understand what was happening. Here he was, getting ready to fall asleep in the same bed with the woman he adored, yet he could not quite get up the nerve to share his feelings with her. Score one for the gutless, he thought. He only hoped he didn't get too comfortable with this feeling of closeness. He knew this was a brief moment of weakness for Samantha, but his heart couldn't handle it if she regretted it in the morning.
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When Samantha turned over, she smiled to herself. This was a first for her. She knew how to use her looks to catch a man. Love 'em and leave 'em were truths for her. She didn't ever care about them, and she didn't want to get close. She simply wanted the companionship. She could always get what she wanted and leave. But this situation was different. She cared about Martin. Truly cared for him. She enjoyed being in his presence. She noticed the little things about him, like the way his left ear stuck out a little bit more than his right, or how his teeth actually sparkled when they caught the light in a certain way, or even how fiercely he cared for and protected his friends. It made her almost giddy to think that Martin was staying with her, no sexual strings attached. She couldn't help but think that he was one of the good ones.
Samantha drifted off to sleep wondering if they would ever get past being friends; wondering if he would ever be the one to fall asleep with.always.
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Samantha bolted awake at the first sound of the alarm. She smashed the SNOOZE button harder than she intended while her fingers fumbled for the OFF switch. She had been on her stomach, and as she began to push herself up and out of bed, she almost did a double take when she looked over and saw a body lying next to her. She let a smile creep onto her lips when the last night came back to her.
Martin was left undisturbed by the imposing sound of the alarm clock. He was turned on his left side, facing away from her. His breath was still deep and even as Samantha took the opportunity to look him over.
His white t-shirt was pulled taut over his back. Every muscle of his broad shoulders was visible through the thin material. His brown hair was mussed from a night of tossing and turning. The sheets were pulled up just under his ribs, hiding the rest of him under a mass of comforter and pillows.
Samantha watched him breathe for a short while. She didn't have the heart to rouse him just yet, deciding instead to jump in the shower and wake him later.
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Martin awoke to the sound of water running in the bathroom. For an instant, he could not remember where he was. Then it all came back to him in a rush; the story telling, the invitation, the..sleeping. Well, almost sleeping.
When Samantha had thanked him and rolled over, she had fallen asleep almost instantly. Unfortunately, he had no such luck. He had tried staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning, and even counting sheep. All the while he was trying to ignore the beautiful woman sleeping next to him. In the end, he gave in to the temptation and just watched her. At some point she had rolled onto her back. Her hair was splayed across the oversized pillow, and in her left arm she clutched the brown teddy bear he had seen earlier. She looked almost cherubic as she slept, and the strain and worry had disappeared from her face. Her long eyelashes curled upward where they touched just below her eyes, and her eyebrows fell into smooth straight lines. He almost felt like he was intruding as he gazed over her. Her breaths were a bit shallower, and he imagined that she was a light sleeper. Martin had to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him. Unfortunately, he was afraid that he would scare her and she would break his arm out of reflex.
In order to get any sleep, Martin realized that he would have to purposely turn his back on her, lest he find himself watching her instead. Despite his conscious effort, his senses were all on heightened alert, and he did not actually drift off to sleep until the early hour of 2:30am.
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Martin could smell the lavender scent of Samantha's shampoo diffusing into the bedroom. He looked over at the alarm clock, and was surprised to see that it read 6:15. He still had to get back to his apartment in time for a quick shower and change before work at 7. He jumped out of bed and retrieved his clothes from the back of the leather chair in the living room. He threw on his wrinkled pants and shirt, then crumpled his tie and shoved it in his pocket. He grabbed his overcoat from the closet by the front door, and proceeded to throw it over his shoulders. He was all ready to go, he just had to do one more thing before he left..
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Samantha leaned into the spray of water as it pelted her face and hair. She was not exactly looking forward to going to work today. It took more of an emotional toll on her around the holidays. Christmas was no exception. Cases just seemed more depressing at a time of year when everyone else was celebrating happily with their families. Mmm, family..
Samantha jolted back to reality and found that she had been standing motionless in the stream of hot water for a couple of minutes. She still had to get Martin out of bed.
Samantha turned the shower off and dried herself with a towel. She then threw on a navy blue robe and tied it tightly around her slender waist.
When she opened the bathroom door and peer out into the bedroom, Martin was nowhere to be found. The bed was made, complete with Riggs sitting comfortably between the pillows. A small white piece of paper stood out against the black of the comforter. Samantha walked over and picked it up, laughing out loud as she read the note.
"Thanks for last night.in a non-prostitute sense, of course"
He had signed it with a giant smiley face.
Keep the reviews coming! I love hearing what people think, whether it be good or bad. I just want to hear from as many people as possible! Let me know(
Thank you to everyone for the extremely nice reviews! Just enough motivation for me to keep plugging along!
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"I'm sorry??"
Samantha laughed to herself when she realized that Martin had no idea what she was asking him. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and tried again.
"The bed. What side do you usually sleep on?"
Martin chuckled when he realized what her initial question had been. He wasn't quite sure why it took him so long to understand, although his mind had been elsewhere.
"Left," he replied quickly in an effort to hide his embarrassment, "but it really doesn't matter at all."
Samantha smiled and made a grand gesture with her right arm toward the left side of the bed. Martin worked his way over as she crossed in front of him on her way to the right side. She grabbed the teddy bear by the arm and squeezed it in between her left elbow and her waist, freeing both hands to clear the rest of the bed. She pulled back the black comforter, revealing the smooth black and white checkered sheets beneath. Martin and Samantha both gingerly slipped into the bed, each extremely aware of the other's presence.
Martin rested on his back, his left arm curled up under his head, and his right hand comfortably settled on his abdomen.
Samantha took a minute longer to situate herself. She placed the teddy bear between Martin and herself. She was beyond caring if he thought she was a bit childish for continuing to sleep with a stuffed animal. She first acquired Riggs in the 80's after nursing a brief crush on Mel Gibson during his Lethal Weapon days. This was back when she thought men with guns were mysterious and exciting. That was a long time ago, and now she was the one with the gun. After a while, she realized that maybe it wasn't quite as thrilling as it was cracked up to be. Still, she hardly ever went to sleep without Riggs, especially considering that he was all the overnight company she ever had. Samantha reached over to the nightstand and set the alarm clock for 6am, figuring that it would give them both plenty of time to shower and prepare for work. Then she reached up and switched off the light, leaving them in almost complete darkness. The only light came from the streetlights 8 floors below the window in the bedroom.
With the lights out and Martin already settled in for the night's sleep, Samantha allowed herself to nestle into a comfortable position on her right side, facing away from Martin.
Martin broke the silence with a quick, "Goodnight, Samantha."
"Goodnight," she whispered over her shoulder.
Samantha was still for a moment. It struck her as nearly amazing the way that Martin was willing to completely rearrange his plans for the entire night, instead choosing to share childhood stories and keep her company. She suddenly had an overwhelming urge to hug him. Unfortunately, she would have to settle for a much more simple expression of gratitude.
Samantha rolled over to her left side so she was facing Martin. She propped herself up on her elbow and took a breath. She angled her head upward and found herself staring directly into Martin's eyes. How tender they were. Her heart skipped a beat as she nearly forgot what her purpose was. She involuntarily reached over with her free hand and touched the arm that was resting over his stomach. She felt him tense slightly at her touch.
"Thank you for staying with me tonight, Martin," Samantha whispered. She paused for a second to continue, but instead just repeated a simple, "Thank you".
Martin's breath caught in his throat. In the reflection of the moon and streetlights, Samantha had the general appearance of a Greek goddess. She was breathtakingly beautiful with her golden hair spilling over her shoulder and resting easily on the pillow top. Her eyes were sincere, and her hand remained softly over his.
"Anytime, Samantha, I mean that"
They stared intently at one another for a few seconds before Samantha realized that her hand was still resting on Martin. She pulled it away quickly, almost too quickly to appear natural. She thought she caught a glimpse of Martin smiling as she turned over again.
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Martin didn't quite understand what was happening. Here he was, getting ready to fall asleep in the same bed with the woman he adored, yet he could not quite get up the nerve to share his feelings with her. Score one for the gutless, he thought. He only hoped he didn't get too comfortable with this feeling of closeness. He knew this was a brief moment of weakness for Samantha, but his heart couldn't handle it if she regretted it in the morning.
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When Samantha turned over, she smiled to herself. This was a first for her. She knew how to use her looks to catch a man. Love 'em and leave 'em were truths for her. She didn't ever care about them, and she didn't want to get close. She simply wanted the companionship. She could always get what she wanted and leave. But this situation was different. She cared about Martin. Truly cared for him. She enjoyed being in his presence. She noticed the little things about him, like the way his left ear stuck out a little bit more than his right, or how his teeth actually sparkled when they caught the light in a certain way, or even how fiercely he cared for and protected his friends. It made her almost giddy to think that Martin was staying with her, no sexual strings attached. She couldn't help but think that he was one of the good ones.
Samantha drifted off to sleep wondering if they would ever get past being friends; wondering if he would ever be the one to fall asleep with.always.
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Samantha bolted awake at the first sound of the alarm. She smashed the SNOOZE button harder than she intended while her fingers fumbled for the OFF switch. She had been on her stomach, and as she began to push herself up and out of bed, she almost did a double take when she looked over and saw a body lying next to her. She let a smile creep onto her lips when the last night came back to her.
Martin was left undisturbed by the imposing sound of the alarm clock. He was turned on his left side, facing away from her. His breath was still deep and even as Samantha took the opportunity to look him over.
His white t-shirt was pulled taut over his back. Every muscle of his broad shoulders was visible through the thin material. His brown hair was mussed from a night of tossing and turning. The sheets were pulled up just under his ribs, hiding the rest of him under a mass of comforter and pillows.
Samantha watched him breathe for a short while. She didn't have the heart to rouse him just yet, deciding instead to jump in the shower and wake him later.
~~**~~**
Martin awoke to the sound of water running in the bathroom. For an instant, he could not remember where he was. Then it all came back to him in a rush; the story telling, the invitation, the..sleeping. Well, almost sleeping.
When Samantha had thanked him and rolled over, she had fallen asleep almost instantly. Unfortunately, he had no such luck. He had tried staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning, and even counting sheep. All the while he was trying to ignore the beautiful woman sleeping next to him. In the end, he gave in to the temptation and just watched her. At some point she had rolled onto her back. Her hair was splayed across the oversized pillow, and in her left arm she clutched the brown teddy bear he had seen earlier. She looked almost cherubic as she slept, and the strain and worry had disappeared from her face. Her long eyelashes curled upward where they touched just below her eyes, and her eyebrows fell into smooth straight lines. He almost felt like he was intruding as he gazed over her. Her breaths were a bit shallower, and he imagined that she was a light sleeper. Martin had to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him. Unfortunately, he was afraid that he would scare her and she would break his arm out of reflex.
In order to get any sleep, Martin realized that he would have to purposely turn his back on her, lest he find himself watching her instead. Despite his conscious effort, his senses were all on heightened alert, and he did not actually drift off to sleep until the early hour of 2:30am.
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Martin could smell the lavender scent of Samantha's shampoo diffusing into the bedroom. He looked over at the alarm clock, and was surprised to see that it read 6:15. He still had to get back to his apartment in time for a quick shower and change before work at 7. He jumped out of bed and retrieved his clothes from the back of the leather chair in the living room. He threw on his wrinkled pants and shirt, then crumpled his tie and shoved it in his pocket. He grabbed his overcoat from the closet by the front door, and proceeded to throw it over his shoulders. He was all ready to go, he just had to do one more thing before he left..
~~**~~**
Samantha leaned into the spray of water as it pelted her face and hair. She was not exactly looking forward to going to work today. It took more of an emotional toll on her around the holidays. Christmas was no exception. Cases just seemed more depressing at a time of year when everyone else was celebrating happily with their families. Mmm, family..
Samantha jolted back to reality and found that she had been standing motionless in the stream of hot water for a couple of minutes. She still had to get Martin out of bed.
Samantha turned the shower off and dried herself with a towel. She then threw on a navy blue robe and tied it tightly around her slender waist.
When she opened the bathroom door and peer out into the bedroom, Martin was nowhere to be found. The bed was made, complete with Riggs sitting comfortably between the pillows. A small white piece of paper stood out against the black of the comforter. Samantha walked over and picked it up, laughing out loud as she read the note.
"Thanks for last night.in a non-prostitute sense, of course"
He had signed it with a giant smiley face.
Keep the reviews coming! I love hearing what people think, whether it be good or bad. I just want to hear from as many people as possible! Let me know(
