Last chapter *giga sadface!* (For any nerds out there :P )
I've got another story planned to follow this. I'll explain more at the end :)
For the last time in Dating A Workmate...
ENJOY!
"How was last night?"
"It was AMAZING!"
"What-?" Matt frowned in confusion, not knowing what had happened.
"He got her tickets for her fave band!"
"Oh. So you didn't spend last night in bed at seven-thirty crying your heart out like you said you would."
"Well no. But if I hadn't been able to go I would have been!"
"Not even if Hillary had decided to join you?" Abby smirked and winked.
"Oh shut up!"
"Well, Sammy." Jess gave a small smirk that the team wasn't accustomed to seeing on her. "You were a bit late into work today…" She trailed off.
"NO WAY!"
"Someone got luckyyyy!"
Sam glared at Abby and Connor before chucking a teaspoon at the latter. "Grow up, Conn."
"So! How was he?"
Sam turned a deep red as she looked at Abby with an open mouth.
"ABBY!"
"What? I just wanna know!"
"ABBY!" Her voice went up in pitch.
"What?" Abby tried an innocent expression.
"I was late into work and you jump to conclusions!"
"But wasn't she right to?"
"BECKER!" Sam looked mortified.
"Just askin'!"
"Becker!" She repeated, eyes wide.
"Yes, Samantha?" He smirked and she inwardly groaned. Why did the damn smirk have to look so good?
"You know what?"
"What?" A chorus rang out.
"I-" Sam blinked and looked at all their expectant faces. "Actually. I don't think I have to do this anymore." A smile spread over her face as realisation dawned.
"What?" Becker frowned, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"I'm. Not. Telling."
"WHAT?"
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
Sam laughed at Connor and Abby then looked at Jess who was wearing a heartbroken expression of dismay.
"I think it's legit! I told you about the dates when I was in the dating scene. And now I'm not and haven't been in a while. I don't have to report to my friends out of work and I don't see what I should report to you!"
"Bu- bu- bu!" Abby was speechless.
"Yes, Abigail?" Sam pulled a half smirk and raised an eyebrow.
"How can we help when something goes wrong?"
"Like what?" The soldier girl's smile widened. "I've already freaked out once in a major way and I now know that he and I can get over it. No matter how irrationally I may act, I trust that Hillary will," she paused thinking how to word it. "I trust that he's going to be there for me." She trailed off, a far away, happy look in her eye. Then she blushed and caught Becker's eye. The colour in her cheeks rose. "Yeah, so, I know whenever I screw up again I can talk to him still. And he doesn't seem to know how to screw up so there's no trouble in that area."
"Oh?"
Sam ignored Connor's suggestive eyebrow raise and continued. "So all in all, I think there isn't much more you guys need to know."
"But we have to know when you first have sex!"
"ABBY!"
"We do! It's best friends code of honour."
"It most definitely isn't!"
"Yeah it is! I told you about me and Connor."
Sam's eyes were exaggeratively wide as if pretending to be horrified at a memory. "Yeah, I begged you not to and you still informed me of every other 'coupling' since!" She used her hands for quote marks as the other's fell in hysterics. Abby just grinned cheekily, not heeding the words.
"But other problems?"
"What other once do you predict?"
"I- I- I- Okay well I guess there aren't any since the 'L' word has already been broken out."
Sam smiled, knowing she had won.
The other's realised too and Becker gave a frown in her direction, starting to wonder how he was going to plan half decent dates if he couldn't hear what Sam, Abby and Jess thought of every date that did happen.
"What about if he breaks up with you." Everyone's heads shot to Abby as if the idea of that happening was alien to them. "Or you break up with him."
"I wouldn't." Sam spoke instantly. Becker bit his tongue to stop himself from repeating her words. He winced as he bit too hard and Matt gave him a look. "And the day he breaks up with me," Becker wanted nothing more than to tell her off for saying it in a tone which made it sound inevitable, "is the day that I turn up at your house with three tubs of Ben and Jerry's…" Sam thought for a moment. "And maybe one for you!"
"So-" Abby looked down. "You're breaking up with us?"
Sam blinked in surprise. "What?"
"You're leaving us for him."
"What?"
Jess took over. "Well, you used to tell us them always. Now you have Hillary you're stopping. You're ditching your girlfriends for your boyfriend."
"Just you wait, Jess. When you and Evans have been dating a while you'll get upset with me, Abby, Emily and Jet pestering you for details. In fact," Sam smiled. "You can take over on Fridays and tell the team how your dates go!"
Jess looked terrified as the entire team turned to her with expressions of matching glee. "Uh-!"
"Okay!" Sam smiled. "That's settled! Breaks over!"
With that she made a quick sweep of the room, collecting mugs, then started to clean up, indicating they needed to leave.
-/-
Sam curled into Hillary's chest shivering at the cold. He smiled at the sight of her under his arm and bit his tongue to stop the words that had caused so much hurt from slipping out again.
"More duvet?"
"Please!" The girl's teeth chattered as she spoke.
"Here you are."
Wrapping his arm more firmly around her waist, Hillary pulled Sam closer into his solid side before pulled up her covers and tucking them around her.
The heating in her house had broken, a fact they only sadly discovered after he had started to cook her dinner. So, while the food was in the oven, Hillary had unplugged her TV, hauled it upstairs and meddled with the antennae in the attic as she collected every spare blanket she could find.
As an advert break started, Hillary nudged at his girlfriend, grinning as she muttered 'five more minutes' into his side.
"You want pudding or not?"
"Mm?" That got her attention.
"Get off me you little leech!"
"Oi!" Sam pushed at his chest and gave an offended pout. "I am not little." Her bottom lip stuck out and Hillary leant forward, picked it between his thumb and a finger and used it to pull her face to his, kissing her softly. When he pulled away her frown deepened.
"AND I'M NOT A LEECH EITHER!"
"Trust you to be offended in that order." He slipped out of bed and turned to leave, "and don't let my spot get cold!"
Sam gave a little girlish noise into the pillows and cushions once she was sure he was out of earshot. Then she shuffled deeper into the covers, occupying the space he had moments before and breathing in his scent. She stayed in her position for an immeasurable amount of time.
"Alright, budge."
"Manners cost nothing." Sam opened her eyes to find Hillary stood with two bowls in his hands.
"So what's your excuse?" He retorted.
"Nothing. I don't need one. I'm prefect in every way."
He couldn't argue.
Sam gratefully accepted the bowl offered to her, smiling as she noticed she had been given a teaspoon. She hadn't realised that Hillary had noticed the quirk of hers to only eat ice-cream with a small spoon. She shuffled to the side, placed her bowl on her lap and held his and he got back under the covers.
"Mmm! This is lovely!"
"You know what's better?"
"What? This?" Sam dabbed some ice-cream on his cheek and kissed it off before blushing at her own forwardness.
"Well, it wasn't what I had in mind but I'm not complaining."
"Stop that smirking you!"
"You love it really."
Sam's eyes narrowed. "You're starting to know me too well!"
"Ha! Yeah. And I also know that you really want to know what I thought would be better."
The soldier girl huffed and looked back at the TV.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
He got no reply.
"Aren't I?"
Hillary kissed her cheek before asking again, teasing. "You really want to know, yes?"
"OH! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! WHAT?"
"Well if you're going to be like that!"
"Hillaryyyyy!" Sam complained, whining.
The smirk was back.
"This." He leant to her bedside table and pulled off some chocolate sauce.
"Really?" Sam pulled a face. "All this for that?"
"What do you mean 'that'? Chocolate sauce!" He spoke as if it should make more sense to her now.
"Ben and Jerry's requires no such condiments."
Hillary replaced the sauce and used the freed hand to turn Sam's head to face him. "It's not Ben and Jerry's." He tapped his finger on her nose, trailing it down to her lips. "It's Sainsbury's Cookie Dough." Sam tiled her head in confusion. He smiled sweetly at her and kissed her nose. "I'm not letting you have Ben and Jerry's ever again."
I decided to plan this with my birthday! So by this time next year I will have finished the next story! PROMISE!
Okay, I haven't decided on a name for the following story so I can't tell you what to watch out for! Mostly because I have a whole series of things and events all in my head and I don't know how long they're going to be and so don't know how many stories it may take up!
If you want to ignore all the drama I'm going to put our characters through in the following stories, feel free to leave it here and not read further! :P
Trust me, I have a LOT planned :P
Also, thank you to those of you who've read this story and those who have reviewed:
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I must say, it's a lot easier to write the review thanks for stories like this than it is for the Line Of Sight series stories!