All's fair

Chapter 8: Sultry stares and… toothpaste?

Freddie chuckled.

"You know… it's been a long time for us. And… well, I was thinking… I was thinking that after so much time a day or two one way or another is… well it's nothing." He said.

"What…" Sam questioned.

"Do you work tomorrow?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah, at seven. Why?" Sam replied.

"Okay, any way you can take off Friday and have a long weekend?" Freddie asked.

"Sure, I have tons of time built up. All I do is work. So, what do you have in mind?" She asked grinning.

"Well, you know me. Mr. Sentimental… I want our first time back together to be something special. My boss gave me tomorrow off if I want, but I'll change it. I'll work tomorrow and take Friday instead. We'll have three days all to ourselves. I don't know much about Southern California, you can show me around. Or, we can just stay in bed for three days and work off this sugar thing you have." He said grinning.

Sam laughed; "You must be insane! You nearly do me in the bar and up against my car and you want to wait?"

Freddie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know… crazy, but look, you have to get up early. We wouldn't have time to do anything but a quick fuck. I really really want to make our, ahh… re-acquaintance something special. Yeah, I know; old girlie Benson. But really… is that okay?"

Sam stared at him for a moment; "Are you for real? I mean really…"

"Well…" He started with a grimace.

"No… no, I meant that in a good way. I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me since… well since you, when we were kids. Yeah, I'd like, well maybe not like, but I'm willing to wait until tomorrow to be with you." Sam said.

"Really?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah… really…" Sam nearly whispered.

Freddie nodded, took her hand and gave it a tiny squeeze.

"Um… that doesn't mean we can't hold each other though does it?" She asked.

Freddie looked up at her.

"I mean, sleep with me then, just sleep. You can make me some of this awesome coffee in the morning. All I ever make is instant." Sam said.

"Instant? Gag… not around me. Sure, I'd love to. I can't think of anything more satisfying than to hold you all night… well, until tomorrow night that is." Freddie chuckled.

"Satisfying… I'm not sure about that." She laughed.

He laughed also.

They finished their pie, and chatted about nothing and everything. Soon, they both knew it was time to get some sleep. Freddie grabbed a few things, and his coffee pot and coffee. Sam grabbed the apple pie, saying it would be great for breakfast. Freddie laughed.

They locked up his apartment and walked the short distance to hers.

Sam's apartment was nearly as spartan as Freddie's. The floor layout was similar, but she had a bedroom and extra bath.

She stood in the middle of the front room and pointed out where stuff was, then said;

"C'mon, let's go…" as she grabbed his hand and started walking to her bedroom with him in tow.

Sam stood on no ceremony or propriety. In the bedroom she dropped his hand and immediately stripped off her sweatshirt and bra. Freddie was mildly shocked, but maintained enough composure so that he didn't move a muscle. He didn't look away either.

"What? What's the matter? Like what you see?" Sam asked sultrily.

Freddie nodded.

Sam walked over to him and put her hands under his sweatshirt, gently pressing him up against the wall.

"I mean, it's not like you haven't seen it all before. Besides, you're the one that doesn't like quickies…" She said while kissing along his jaw line.

In response Freddie pulled off his sweatshirt and dropped it. He bent slightly and began to kiss her while gently nibbling on her lower lip. In moments she felt a hand cupping her right breast and a thumb gently massaging the nipple. She moaned. His lips moved to her neckline, suddenly his other hand slid deftly down her sweats and into her panties.

Her breath hitched, she growled and buried her head in his chest. Her hands gripped his upper arms. He nudged her back the short distance to the bed, then down on it; never breaking the rhythm of his caressing. She noticed her sweatpants and panties were pooled at her ankles… and that he had knelt at the side of the bed. Soon he had begun to work her in earnest.

The litany of his thumb was never ending; his tongue was working some form of magic she had never encountered… She was gripping her comforter with so much force she could feel her nails bending.

The first climax was insane. She stiffened up, then lost all control when it hit. Screaming his name…

He stopped for just a moment, for her it was an eternity. Then he resumed… Soon, the second hit. She lost all coherence after that.

She was still gasping for air as he lay down beside her. Taking her in his arms, he gently kissed the nape of her neck and hair, bringing her back from the brink.

This side of him was altogether new to her. She was slightly frightened. This man had so totally taken her, shattered her…

After she caught her breath, she rolled over, still in his arms and stared at him in abject wonder…

"Damn Benson…" is all she said.

"Will that hold you until tomorrow?" He asked playfully.

She snuggled deeper into his arms, and nodded.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, until she got back up, to clean up. Sam decided to shower. While rinsing off, Freddie came in:

"Hey, I remembered to bring my toothbrush, but forgot toothpaste. Do you have some?" He asked.

Sam opened the shower door and told him where hers was, in the medicine cabinet. Shortly after, she turned off the water and began drying herself. Freddie had just begun to brush his teeth. He finished just about the time she was stepping out of the shower with her towel wrapped around her. Freddie turned to her, smiled and gently loosened the towel and took it from her. Softly padding her dry with the towel, he continued smiling, and then kissed her.

"Tomorrow is going to be a very long day, waiting for tomorrow night. But, it will be worth it. And, um… have you got another comforter? Yours is… ahhh…" He said.

She blushed, smiled and nodded her head. Suddenly she felt a case of the 'shies'. She pulled on her T shirt and boxers while behind her Freddie pulled off his sweatpants. Going to her closet, she got another comforter and replaced the one on the bed. Turning around, she saw Freddie standing, watching her, wearing nothing but boxers himself. He had certainly changed from the eighteen year old she had thought of so very often. He had really filled out what had been a slight frame and, well, was smokin' hot. She blushed again when she noticed he was watching her, stare at him.

"Let's get some sleep…" He said breaking the silence.

Sam smiled, nodded and crawled into bed with Freddie right behind her. Sam reached over to set her alarm and turn off her light. They snuggled up together, kissed and got comfortable. Within moments she realized he was asleep; with his rhythmic breathing lulling her into the same state. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day, more so, tomorrow night.

Suddenly, as if she had pressed the rewind button in her mind, their last conversation from all those years ago replayed. She remembered it had ended with:

'What is wrong with you?'

With that poor choice of words, signifying her poor choices, she had cost them both. She could have been doing just this; lying here in his arms. But she had screwed that up royally. She had cost them both nearly seven years… all that time missing this, lying here in this bliss. She knew, even after this short time. She knew far too well. She was falling hard.

She just hoped he was as well.

She heard a noise, like white noise on a television. She slowly opened her eyes and began to look around. The room was dark, with only a sliver of light coming in from the nearly closed door.

Freddie was gone.

She heard the noise again, and then smelled it; pancakes. Confused, she rolled slowly out of bed. Her alarm clock went off just as her feet touched the floor. Grimacing, she reached over to shut it off and continued to stand up. Her robe hung on the back of her bedroom door. She slipped it on and shuffled down the short hallway… there he was, standing in the kitchen, in front of the stove with his robe on. She noticed his hair was damp. He hadn't seen her yet. He was busy pushing another pancake out of a frying pan onto an enormous stack of pancakes already on a plate.

He turned, saw her and smiled.

"Morning gorgeous!" He said.

She gathered him into a hug, resting her head against him.

"I don't remember you being a morning person. Do I smell bacon?" She asked grinning.

"Yes, you smell bacon, and that was a while back. I guess I am a morning person now. Some things change, Sam. I don't remember you blushing quite as much as you did last night." Freddie replied grinning back at her.

"I know, huh… and it was all your fault…" She said as she stepped back from him to stare at the stove top.

She lifted the lid on a pan, and smelled the bacon. Stealing a piece, she turned back to him; "So, I can expect this every morning?"

"Most mornings, yeah… I like big breakfasts. Unless you have totally buried your past, you do too. So, yeah, you'll get breakfast most mornings." He said while starting to pour the batter for another pancake.

"So you went back to your place to shower and get all this stuff." She said as a statement. "I'm impressed!" She finished.

"Well, kind of. I forgot the coffee grinder last night, so I went to get it. You didn't have much in the way of food for breakfast and I didn't feel like pie. So I went for supplies. I showered here, you didn't even wake up." He replied.

He gave her a quick kiss, sat her down at the table and poured their cups full of steaming coffee. He'd found her plates and tableware and had already set the table. On the dinner plate he served the pancakes. He then served them both scrambled eggs and bacon on a salad plate. He warned her to be careful of the syrup, since he had just taken it from the microwave.

They ate in relative silence.

"So what's your schedule today?" Sam asked as she helped him clear the table.

"Well, I work at ten, but I think I might try to get out of there a bit early…" He answered.

"Oh, why?" She asked coyly, smirking.

"Well," Freddie continued "there's this gal I know that I'm going to spend the evening with…"

Sam smiled, and opened a cupboard to the side of the refrigerator. Taking out a few bottles, she shook a couple tablets out of each. Separating the pills, she handed Freddie a small handful and then scooped the others into her hand.

"Vitamins?" Freddie asked looking at the tablets in his hand.

Sam took hers pills with a small glass of water. She refilled the glass and handed it to Freddie; "Yep, take 'em… You'll need 'em…" She said grinning.


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