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All her memories got back as she closed her eyes. She could replay that scene in her head on and on.
It was late, she remembered perfectly. At that time everybody had busied themselves with their own problems. The guards were changing shifts, so they hadn't been very careful and the inmates were having a time off before the bed time. The light in his office was dimmed and the blinds were shut down. If you haven't been sure he was in, you could think he just forgot to turn off the desk lamp. But she was sure, she knew he was inside and waiting for her. She looked around carefully and when she noticed nobody in sight, she slightly pushed the office's doors. He was sitting on his chair, losing his hope, but when he saw her, he lightened up. 'Galina.' He said. She uplifted her finger to her mouth and made him stay in silent, while closing the door as quiet as she could. She locked them and smiled to him. 'Now you can talk. But don't be too noisy.' She warned. He grinned; she was making orders as always. 'I can't believe you came.' he said standing up from the chair. 'I can't believe it either.' She shook her head in disbelief and giggled. 'That's so fucking stupid.' 'No, Red, don't say that..' he came up to her and took her hands in his own. His touch felt so warm and so… right, like he was meant to hold her hands for eternity. He placed a kiss on her left hand and her skin almost got burned from the touch of his lips against it. 'You have such a beautiful hands, you know?' he said, planting a short soft kisses on the both of her hands. 'It is the stupidest compliment I've ever got, you know?' she answered question for a question. He glanced at her; her face was cold as an iceberg, but he saw no anger in her eyes, only playful twinkles. 'I've heard a few much worse than that one. Some men are trying to be too creative sometimes.' He said trying to sound serious and got back to her hands. She was trying to hold up her laughter, but when her eyes watered she couldn't stop herself and cracked up. 'You've been complimented by men?' She managed through her laugh. He was just going to plant another kiss on her soft hand, but when she laughed he froze. He was taken aback by her question and was not sure what he should say. Before he find good words, she spoke. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry… Continue.' She said still amused. He looked at her, content that he made her laugh. It was good to know that he was able to call a smile on her usually broody face. He got to the action he abandoned. He's been kissing her every single visible vein, he considered they all were worth his attention, he didn't want to leave any part of her skin untouched. She felt that her hands began to tremble a bit, but Sam never stopped. It was touching he was that caring. She smiled mistily and her eyes remained thoughtful. He was making her calm. She always had big fights with Dmitri, but with Sam she didn't feel like it. Of course she was making him excuses, demanding things to be done and she was dominative, but still he could make her calm. Just with a look, with simple smile. He rose his eyes upon her. That calm, quiet, lost in thoughts and almost ashamed at the moment woman reminded him of the first time they met. Back then she was she was shy and afraid Galina, through the years it was harder and harder to find that woman in confident and commanding Red. But now she was standing in front of him. Fragile and vulnerable Galina was back for tonight. 'What the fuck is wrong with me tonight?!' Suddenly she took her hands out of his hold. 'That's…' her hands froze in half move, when she was pointing at herself. 'That's not my style. You make me behave like a prude teenager. Enough!' Sam was confused and not sure what was going on. He wanted to tell her that he'd never said he didn't like her in that delicate way, but he wasn't able to. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him to herself. Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him fiercely. He was really surprised at her actions. Being honest she was either. The kiss roused the flame in their souls and bodies. Finally she cut it off, let him go and looked away. Actually she felt idiotic at the moment. What was it? They met for a tryst in his office in fucking prison? What they were thinking? She had so many thoughts, which were making her almost insane. She felt Sam's hands on her waist, but her mind was somewhere else. Despite she wanted him, all of it was causing her disgust at the moment. They were selfish and mean. She was just going through a divorce and what she wanted? Throw herself into another relationship? And he still had a wife! Even if she didn't care about him and lived somewhere else right now. His hand still were on her waist and he was looking at her as he wanted to know her thoughts. She knew she was lying to herself, it wasn't a disgust what she felt earlier. She wanted him so much. And a part of her was telling her it was selfish; they just needed sex, nothing emotional. But another part of her was saying that everything with Sam was different. They were soul mates, they knew each other so well, even if they weren't spending much time together. They knew their assets and flaws, and still they had special bond. And what was toughing her the most - Sam saw good in her. Even if she couldn't see it anymore he did. Dmitri stopped years ago... 'Sam' she said with her voice harsh from all the emotions. 'I don't know if we should...' 'Shh...' he hushed her and when she was going to say another doubtful protest he silenced her with a kiss. She had so many thoughts at the moment. She wanted to cry, run away and beg him to fuck her right now an there at the same time. She parted her lips delicately and let his tongue enter to her mouth. It felt so weird being kissed after that long time. It was almost like being kissed for the first time again. And it was so different from the kiss they shared just seconds ago. Then she wanted to show her power again, now she was completely vulnerable, depending on his will. They both knew it. It seemed like their kiss lasted forever after they finally parted. He caressed her cheek gently and smiled at her. 'I feel so lost Sam...' she said sighing. She wasn't looking at him, her eyes roaming around the small room. His hands left her frame and he brushed his face helplessly. 'So am I, so am I...' He perched at his desk and eyed her sadly. She remained standing, her body stiff, like no moves were allowed. Finally she met his gaze. 'Do you think it will change anything between us?' He could see, that she was considering any option carefully. She clenched her teeth and her eyes were very determined while she was looking for a proper solution. 'Probably.' he answered her question quietly, almost whispering.
The sound of opening door made her jump. A cup of black coffee, barely sipped and cold now, sprung away nudged by her hand and the beverage spilled all around. She didn't notice it, still absorbed by her thoughts. She was all glowing, her cheeks flushed, eyes still misted with hint of desire. Coffee dripping from the counter on her shoes made her more conscious.
'I didn't mean to startle you.' she heard a voice. It had to be still a daydream she was being experiencing, because it was impossible in reality. She tilted her head up and blinked in disbelief.
'Healy?' There was unexpected hoarseness in her voice, so different from the one she had on daily basis.
'Galina?' He seemed to be dazed as same as her.
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A/N: And here we've got to the point where I got stuck. I have no idea where I should go with that story to not destroy it completely. Any thoughts you guys would like me to explore? ;)