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Title: Surreptitious; Rating: M
WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Squick: Sam Hanna is married.
Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1.
His Wife
Chapter 8
Sam finished showering in NCIS's bathroom off the gym and stepped out of the shower.
G held out a towel for him. "I want to be there for you."
"Yeah, right, you want to see her reaction to me telling her I'm a polygamist with a pregnant boyfriend." He toweled off his body.
He chuckled.
"You may think this is funny."
"It sounded funny."
"I guess it did." Sam drew G into a hug and kissed him on the forehead and then the lips. "I guess that would work. I do need all the support I can get."
"Don't know how she'll react."
"Not even going to guess."
"No idea."
"The only problem with you coming for support is your—"
"You don't have to say it," G said, frowning and glancing at his changed body which had altered even more in the last seven days. "I get it."
Sam drew him into a hug again, slipping both hands down the back of G's sweats and squeezing his bare buttocks. One great thing about his lover's new wardrobe were the sweat pants he picked out for G to wear. They were loose enough that Sam could shove his hands down the back of G's pants. He loved to feel his lover's naked skin any time during the day.
During this last ops, Sam slipped a hand down the back of his partner's sweat pants as they drove toward their destination.
G squirmed in his seat, trying to stop his partner from titillating him and complaining he needed to concentrate on the questions he would soon ask a suspected murderer of an ex-Navy SEAL.
Sam promised he would be more attentive and he was.
G promised to slug Sam if he got any more attentive on an ops.
Their back and forth banter escalated over Sam's persistent moves on his partner's body.
Sam thoughts returned to the shower room and his hands kneading his lover's buttocks.
G grasped Sam's face and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. "Maybe we have time for a quick one before you go."
"No, later, I need to meet with my wife feeling fresh and not smelling as if I just screwed you."
"Now that was below the—"
Sam pulled G in tight against him, kissing his neck followed by biting on his ear lobe. "Later." He removed his hands from his lover's sweat pants and released him. Sam dressed in a set of chocolate-brown sweats. He wanted to be comfortable outside, knowing his wife was probably going to make him feel quite uncomfortable on the inside. Sam looked forward to this as much he looked forward to an ops without his partner. It was the last place on Earth he wanted to be right now. He stood and wrestled his lover into another tight hug. "I'll see you later tonight for one of our sexcapades."
"You hope."
"No, I will, I promise, no matter what happens between my wife and me." Sam planted tender kisses down G's face and finished with biting his neck, leaving a definitive mark below his left ear. "You're mine."
"Please… you know what that does to me." G pressed his now stiffened member against Sam's upper thigh.
"Something to look forward for later on tonight."
"Bastard." G whispered and stepped back from his lover. "I hope things work out with her."
"Me too."
"I'm writing both of our reports, okay?"
"Mine too?"
"Yes, whatever I can do for you during this stressful time," G said, "right up to where you have to pen in the results. It's the least I can do for you right now."
"Thanks." Sam kissed him again, grabbed his brown jacket, and left the shower room.
G stood in the same place, staring after his partner for several minutes before tossing their towels into the laundry. He climbed the stairs to the first floor and entered the bullpen. After settling down at his desk, G removed the file folder from his drawer and filled out the paperwork on his assignment.
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Sam parked his Challenger at the curb in front of his house. For the fourth time in less than thirty minutes, he sighed long and deep. It failed to relieve the tension building in his gut. He closed his eyes for a few minutes, trying to meditate away the tightness in his shoulders, neck, and upper arms. No ops had ever caused these type of symptoms, for that matter, no Navy SEAL mission had come close to the flip-flops his stomach now performed in overtime. He sighed again and opened his eyes. Nothing was going to relieve this level of stress, except disclosing all the secrets he had kept for the last four months.
Sam climbed out of the Challenger, closed the door slower than usual, and stretched his body, trying to release all the kinks in his muscles which had developed from the ride his house.
He hoped Marilynn had sent their daughter Shakina over to a friend's house for the night as he had requested earlier. Sam felt worse though leading his wife to believe they were going to spend a special evening together.
The more he thought about it, this scenario was worse by the moment. Sam had sealed the trap door on himself. Instead of his normal confident walk to the front door of his home, Sam plodded toward it. He slid the key into the lock and opened the door.
From where he stood in the entryway, the dining room table was lit with six white, long, tapered candles. Damn. After placing his brief case under a table in the hallway and his keys on top of it in a tray, he hesitated and prepared his mind for what he would say to his wife. Sam walked toward the kitchen to greet her.
The fragrant herbs from one his wife's famous and delicious pot roasts filled his nostrils. My woman knows how to soften my heart.
Sam came behind his wife while she was at the sink, preparing the fresh salad greens. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her, trailing kisses around her neck and shoulders. "I love you."
Marilyn Hanna tilted her head for a kiss.
Sam enveloped her mouth.
"I missed you, Super Stud."
"Me too, Sexilicious."
"Dinner's almost ready and Shakina's spending the night at her best friend's house."
"Well, that's good, I'm starved." In truth, his gut had started to perform a new dance, as if it were gyrating like an out of balance washing machine. "Can we talk first?"
"Sure, Super Stud, anything you want." Her voice was up beat and pleasant as usual.
Damn, she thought this was going to be a special night. He wanted to run out the door, rush home to G's house, and jump into bed with him. It would be a lot easier than what he now had to do. After wiping his sweaty palm on his pants, he grasped her hand, leading her into the den. His palms never perspired for an ops or a Navy SEAL mission.
They sat close together on the burgundy leather divan, Sam with his arm around her shoulders, bringing her even closer to him and wanting to take in her fragrant perfume. "I love you."
"What's this about?"
He held back the need to sigh again. Sam inhaled, breathing in her woodsy and flowery perfume again. "I need to tell you something."
"You know you can tell me anything, Super Stud."
No longer able to hold back, Sam sighed long and loud. "This is different, way different."
"And?
"I don't quite know how to tell you this."
"Start from the beginning, Super Stud."
"I met someone on one of my business trips."
Marilyn sat straight up and faced her husband. "You had an affair?"
"Well I, no, I mean, damn, yes, and I courted her."
"And what happened?"
"I'm still courting her."
"What about us?"
Sam lowered his eyes to his lap and then gazed into her dark brown almost black irises. "I love you, Marilyn."
Tears welled up in her eyes. "Well, that's good."
He swallowed hard. "There's more to tell you."
"About her?"
"Yes, and someone else."
Marilyn backed away and stood. "Just how many affairs have you had?"
"Two… at once."
Her jaw dropped. She left the den and entered the kitchen. Sam stayed on the divan, preparing for the worst and what to do or say next. Marilyn reentered the hallway outside the den and stayed in the wide doorway. "How do you have time for anyone besides your business, your family, and me?"
"I make the time and there are extenuating circumstances."
"What kind of extenuating circumstances?"
"I know both people from work."
"Convenient."
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Me too."
"Why?"
"I thought you and I were going to spend a quiet evening at home together… and now we're spending a quiet evening at home talking about your affairs!" Marilyn turned and stomped out of the den.
Sam shot off the divan and followed her into the kitchen. "I'm sorry if I lead you to believe this evening was only about us."
"And now that takes you off the proverbial hook?" She flipped on her heels and faced him.
"No, Sexilicious."
"Don't you dare use that name with me when you're trying to get out of this!"
"I'm not trying to get out of this, please listen to me."
"I'm all ears." Marilyn stood with her hands on her hips.
Sam hated this stance. It was her power stance. The look reminded him of his mother when she got flustered with the kids and was ready to blow a cork. With Marilyn it emphasized her well endowed breasts which reminded Sam of G's now well endowed breasts. He attempted to force the image out of his mind. He should not be thinking about his partner while looking at his wife.
"Could we talk in the den?"
"Why not right here?" She planted her feet further apart.
"Okay, whatever you want." Sam pulled out a bar height chair and sat down. He figured if he did not sit down soon, he would collapse from the stress and the weight of secrets he carried within him. "G and I are—"
"Don't tell me, you're having an affair with a man too?"
He sighed. "Yes."
"What in the hell?" she asked. "And with G? I thought he was your best friend. Not to mention how uncomfortable this whole… thing will be with the girls and me during the holidays."
"I can explain."
"I'm sure you have all the excuses in the world to tell me, and I don't know if I can handle one more of your tales." Marilyn relaxed her stance, faced the stove, and stirred the food in one pot. She turned back to her husband.
"Let me get this straight," she placed her hands on her hips again, "you and G are getting it on too?"
Sam swallowed hard and stared at the island's countertop. Without looking up at her, he said, "yes."
"Well, I do have to say one thing, you've been the most amorous and affectionate I've ever seen you in the last three months."
He held back a comment, knowing not to fall into the trap of patting himself on the back after her compliment.
"Anything else you need to tell me?"
Sam cleared his throat. "Yes."
Marilyn went to the liquor cabinet, grabbed two shot glasses, and a bottle of their strongest liquor. She poured two full shot glasses and handed one to her husband. Marilyn took a swig of hers and sat the shot glass on the island's bar, wiping her lips with a corner of her bright-red apron. "I have a feeling you're going to need that. Drink up."
Sam downed the whole shot glass in one gulp and set it next to his wife's.
Marilyn picked up her shot glass again and took another swig. "Tell me."
"While on a business trip together, G was exposed to a chemical and it caused some biological changes to his body."
"What kind of biological changes?" She downed the rest of the strong liquor and slammed down the glass on the bar's countertop.
"Some you're probably not going to believe."
"I probably won't, but tell me anyhow."
Sam cleared his throat again, something he was not in the habit of doing. "G is… he's pregnant."
Marilyn staggered backward, coming to rest against the double ovens five feet behind her. She covered her mouth with a hand and stared at her husband.
He stood and approached her, slow and steady, stopping less than a foot from her.
Her hand fell from her mouth. "Pregnant." Marilyn's breathing hitched with the word. "How does a man get pregnant? What the hell are we going to do?"
"You're not going to do anything," he said, inching closer to her. "This is my fault, and I'm going to handle it."
"What? Are you crazy? That baby needs a father and a mother."
Sam sighed. This was not the reaction he had imagined would occur. He imagined his next step was to be thrown out the front door with a suitcase in hand or maybe just the clothes on his back. Sam closed the gap between them and brought his trembling and breathless wife into his arms.
"What are we going to do?" Tears dripped on her husband's sweatshirt. "That man needs help raising your child."
For the first time in his marriage, Sam was at a loss for words.
And there was more that he needed to tell her.
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