"Well, let's see, go too mom's or hang out with the family of the woman I… Um." Freddie stood up and collected the empty plates.

"Finish it Freddie." Sam said.

"Um…"

"Freddie…"

"Look, I don't want to mess this up, okay Sam?"

Sam stood up. "Finish it…" She said.

Back In Seattle

11. Skylights

Freddie had turned away from her, and was rinsing dishes in the sink. Sam walked over and stood beside him, looking at him.

"Freddie, do you know what I did this morning?"

Freddie shook his head, still staring at the dishes in the sink.

"I shaved."

Freddie arched his eyebrows and slowly turned his head to Sam, grinning "wha?" he said.

"I shaved, you know, legs and pits… everything. I shaved for you. I haven't been interested in anyone since Bill. I really wasn't all that interested in him. He was fun, but… flawed. I rarely shaved for him. But for you, I shaved."

Freddie put the bowl down and started to laugh "Sam, coming from any other woman, it would be… well I don't know what it would be. Coming from you on the other hand, it's… ah, sweet."

"Finish it Benson." Sam said grabbing his shirt.

"Sam, I fell in love with you a long time ago. The last few months have shown me, no, proved to me that I never fell out of love for you. I loved you then, and I love you now. That's it. Nothing else I can say."

"Good, that's good Benson."

"I hope it is…" He said.

Sam smiled.

"Finish that up, we'll go to the bar and I'll get into some clothes. We need to do a little shopping"

Freddie leaned into her and gave her a peck on the lips. He finished the dishes while they chatted and drank coffee. Sam informed him that they would need to take his pickup, and asked if he had any tarps.

"What are we going after, Sam?"

"Stuff" she said "and you'll need some new razors." She grinned.

Locking the house, Sam got in the truck while Freddie got a tarp out of the storage shed behind the garage. Throwing the tarp in the bed of the truck, he opened the door and got in.

Freddie put the key in the ignition, pressed in the clutch and started the truck. He released the brake and nudged the gearshift into first.

Sam put her hand over his on the gearshift:

"You know Benson; I'm talking long term here, forever. Not some wham bam, thank you ma'am…"

"Yeah, I know that Sam, so am I"

Sam nodded her head. "Okay" she said.

Freddie released the clutch and pulled out of his driveway, onto the street. Driving the short distance to the bar, he parked in front. It was nearly eleven, which is when the bar opens for business. Sam went up to the front door, fished her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door. Opening the door, they entered.

Arnold looked up from his order sheet and grinned: "We were just about ready to send out a search team, boss. Julie called an hour or so ago, she wanted to make sure you were ok…"

"Yeah, I'm ok. Other than a huge hang over. Benson here has this great recipe for a one pot breakfast and hang over cure. We need to get it and put it on the menu. We'll call it 'Dr. Benson's Hang Over Helper'." Sam said.

Freddie smiled and nodded his greetings to Arnold.

"Allen, out front!" Arnold yelled toward the back bar kitchen while he came around from behind the bar "Good to see you again, Benson." Arnold said shaking Freddie's hand.

Allen came out from the kitchen "Hi Sam… and Mr. Benson, good to see you again. S'up Arnie?"

Arnold explained what he needed from Allen while Sam took Freddie's hand and led him upstairs, to her tiny office.

"Well, it ain't much, but its home" Sam said closing the door after they entered.

Freddie stepped over to Sam, put his arms around her waist and kissed her until they both broke apart panting.

"Whoa! You just save some of that energy for tonight, mister. I'll put it to good use then. Right now, we have to get going." Sam said after she caught her breath.

Freddie smiled. Sam pulled him into a massive hug, and buried her face in his jacket.

"Yes…" is all she said.

After they separated Sam went to her desk and sat down while Freddie looked around the place. It was indeed small. Against the back wall was an old oak office desk and chair. There were no other chairs in the room. There was a floor lamp in the corner by the entrance door and an ancient metal file cabinet next to it. On the other side of the room, across from the file cabinet was a small motel or home bar refrigerator. There was a door just off the side of the desk. There were no windows. On top of the desk were two semi-neatly stacked piles of paper, an older laptop and a desk lamp. He noticed Sam took the papers from one of the piles, quickly scanned through them and stapled them together before dropping them in a cardboard box labeled 'RECEIPTS'. Next, she picked up the remaining pile of papers on her desk scanned through them as before, stapled them together and tossed them into another box labeled 'EXPENSES'.

"Is that you're filing system?" Freddie asked.

"Well, yeah. It is… Sucks huh." Sam replied.

"Yep, does. But I think I can help with that." Freddie said.

"Good, that's good. I was going to make you help me even if you didn't offer too." Sam smiled.

Freddie smiled back. "So, you live here?"

"Yep, sure do." She said.

"Where do you sleep?"

"In here" she said opening the door beside the desk and entering the room. "Home sweet home." She said.

This room was about the same size as the office, but the ceiling sloped down matching the roofline. Freddie looked up and saw a large skylight in the middle of the ceiling.

Sam looked at the clear glass skylight, then back at Freddie. "I had that put there. I like to look at the stars at night."

"Yeah, me too" He replied.

"I know…" Sam said softly.

In the room was a folding canvas army cot with a small jumble of sheets and comforter on top, a small chest of drawers and a rolling hanging clothes rack. In the far corner there was a small overstuffed chair and a wooden TV tray. A small television was on the top of the chest of drawers.

"No bathroom?" Freddie asked.

"Sure, it's across the hall from the office door. I have about ten robes, so I don't have to streak back and forth across the hallway. No sense riling up the help!" Sam grinned.

While Freddie was still looking around, Sam turned to face the chest of drawers and shimmied out of his sweatpants and boxers, then pulled off the sweatshirt. That got his attention. Sam was still facing the chest, completely nude. Freddie stared at her from behind for a moment, and then moved directly behind her. Placing his hands on her hips, he lightly ran his fingers up her sides to the swell of her breasts, and began gently kneading them. Then he began kissing the nape of her neck.

Sam tightly gripped the top of the chest, shuddered, and let out a nearly primal moan. She stood still for a moment while Freddie continued his magic, then leaned back into him. Sam took his hands and moved them to cover her breasts, shuddered and moaned again.

"Freddie" she said softly "damn, do you know how much I want you right now?"

She turned around and faced him, kissed him "In case you've forgotten, I'm kind of a loud lover, and I really don't want to do this here, ok? I mean, not that I don't want you; it's just that I don't want to hear all those guys razz me. I'm sorry."

"No Sam… I remember. I just couldn't pass this up. Apologies…"

She smiled and kissed him and told him to sit in the corner while she dressed.

"You might as well see the show, even if you can't get on the rides at this carnival… yet." She said.

You must read the work of

pearlbutton328

and

ober22

Go and do it now.

It's amazing stuff!

Quick! Leave a review!

It's all you have to do!

If you leave me some verbs

I'll spin some more words

And finish this story for you!