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Chapter 10

Martin walked out of Gabriella's room to find Sam in his living room chugging down the bottle of tequila. Clearly she was hurt. Clearly, Jason was someone she fell for. He sat down next to her just staring at her while she started at the TV not really paying attention. He wondered if she was like that when they separated. He wondered how much hurt he had caused her and if it was just about the same amount of hurt she caused him.

"He said he was visiting his family in Alabama," Sam said catching Martin's attention. He moved closer to her letting her know that he was there for her. He didn't like seeing tears in her eyes. It made his heart clench and made him want to just scoop her up in his arms and tell her that it was okay. That everything would be okay. "How big of a fool am I? He didn't even have an accent!"

"He's the fool Sam. He's the one that let go of you."

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. Anyone who let go of you is a fool, present company included," Martin agreed not really watching what he says anymore. Sam had finished half the bottle of the full bottle tequila she had. She wouldn't remember what it was that he said the by the time she wakes up. She never does. Especially with that much liquor in her system corrupting her brain. She must really have wanted to get waisted. She must really have been in love.

"Eh, you don't mean that."

"Yes I do."

"No, you don't," Sam shook her head. "I should've just sworn off men after our divorce. Would've been that much easier and I wouldn't be in this much... Don't look at me like that!" she yelled pointing a finger at him and poking him with it on the chest. "Poor Samantha, she can't satisfy a man. They all have to have someone else..."

"Sam, it's not like that."

"It was like that with you," Sam retorted. Martin froze. That hurt.

"Sam," he sighed. Sam put her finger out and motioned no. "Sam."

"I loved you, very very much. You know that?"

"I love you too Sam," Martin admitted.

Sam shook her head, "No. No you don't. You just wanted a family with me and someone to be home and fuck and cheat on..."

"I didn't cheat on you Samantha."

"No, but you did."

Martin took the fourth of the tequila and gulped it down needing to get drunk. He didn't want to have the memories of the conversation they were having. He knew that if he turned and walk away, she would shout, wake up Gabriella and the rest would just ruin tomorrow Her birthday. "No, you assumed I did."

"The woman who came up to our table confirmed it."

"She was a friend!" Marin defended. Sam shook her head and laughed.

"Yeah, a fuck friend!"

"I didn't need a fuck friend. You made us fuck enough for me to be satisfied for a whole damn lifetime!"

"Then why did you leave us?!" Sam shouted. "Why the hell did you not come home one night and made it turn into a month and then... What the fuck did I do wrong?!"

At this rate, Samantha had tears running down her eyes. She wanted to know. Her drunk mind was saying everything that she was afraid to say when she was in the right mind. It was a nice change of pace to finally be honest with herself and him about what had happened. It has been five years, and still they were still aching for closure from each other.

"Nothing, you did nothing wrong Sam."

"Then why didn't it work?!" She screamed not really caring anymore. She couldn't help what she was feeling. She gave him what she wanted, she didn't hide it. She wasn't closed off or pushing away, and yet, she still lost him. "Why didn't we work?"

"I... I'm sorry."

"Yeah, like that does anything to ease the pain. This is your fault! I wish you'd gotten killed!" She said not really holding anything in. When she saw the hurt look in his eyes beside the glassy drunken look. It made her sober up a bit. "I'm sorry. I didn't..."

"You're not sorry. You're just speaking your mind."

"You really hurt me."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I love you, you know that?" Martin asked her. Sam looked up at him smiling weakly and shaking her head.

"I didn't."

'Well I do, and I think that you're too good to be affected by Jason and me and who ever else hurt you," Martin said pulling her into his arms again. Sam nodded her head into the embrace and cried into the hallow of his neck.

"Promise me it's gonna be okay," Sam muttered into his neck as tears just continued falling out of her eyes and onto his skin. "Promise me that I won't be hurt anymore…"

"I promise," Martin said nodding.

Sam lifted her head of his neck and kissed him softly on his lips. She just wanted to feel like someone wanted her again. She thought she had that again with Jason, but it turned out he was openly cheating on her behind her back. With a woman much younger, much prettier in her opinion.

"Let's get you to bed shall we?"

"I stay, but only if I get to sleep in your warm warm warm cozy cozy cozy arms," Sam replied looking up at him. Martin argued with himself, it was either send her out there where she wasn't safe, or let her stay in his home where he could take care of her and fulfill one of his dreams. To hold her at night again. If he chose door one, he'd probably regret it. In Sam's drunken state—as much as he didn't like it—her legs were seemingly open to any man. If something happened to her, he would constantly blame himself. Shaking his head, he knew that the second option was the best choice. It was just the awkwardness that would follow but its not like they talk anymore. It's not like they work in the same team anymore. He heads White Collar and she does for Missing Persons. Second door. Taking the second door defiantly.

"Alright. Let's uhn... Let's go to bed."

"Okay," Sam easily agreed standing up and wrapping her arms around his waist showering his neck with kisses as they walked on the hallway taking them to the masters bedroom. "Have I told you how much I missed you?" she asked him as she slipped her hands under his shirt moaning as she felt on his six pack. He was really something.

"Sam, you've got to stop that," Martin said disengaging himself from her. He didn't want to make a fool of himself and let them get carried away to regret it in the morning. He couldn't. They've gone a long way since the divorce and five years later their friendship was still on shaky ground to say the least. One slip up and it'd be back to square one, only this time, they have a daughter who could understand what was going on around her. They didn't need to traumatize her and ruin her life more than they already have.

"Hold on, I'll get you something to wear."

"Who said I have to wear anything?" Sam asked walking towards him again and pushing him down onto the bed straddling him and pushing her hips into his. Even in her drunken state, and even if it has been more than five years, she still knew what turned him on. She knew him like the back of her hand.

"Sam, please get off of me."

"I can't," Sam replied kissing him hard. She couldn't possibly, not when she was in bed with him. Letting her tongue wet his lips, she pleaded for entrance to his mouth. He obliged quickly all rational thoughts slipping from his head as her tongue entered his mouth. There was no turning back now.

Samantha groaned as Martin flipped them over wanting control as he simultaneously took Samantha's shirt off and threw it somewhere across the room. She did the same and immediately searched for his lips that were on her neck bitting and sucking not caring if there was a huge hickey there tomorrow When he reached the skin of where her neck met her shoulder, she couldn't help but moan out loud. That spot had defiantly missed his lips.

"More Martin," she groaned as she reached at the hem of his pants unbuttoning it and pushing it over his hips along with his boxers and out of the way for them. Martin in turn let his hands wander off unhooking her bra and throwing it some where, his lips never leaving her body as he undid her pants and discarded it as well.

"Foreplay?" Martin asked him looking down at her and admiring her body. She definatly have kept it toned, but not too much that she looked like a man with the muscles.

"Not now, just fuck me. Please."

Martin nodded and slipped into her in one quick motion thrusting faster and faster until they came into their climax together silencing each other as much as they could by frantic kisses.

"I love you Martin," Sam whispered to him as he rolled over to his side of the bed.

"I love you too."