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Chapter 34 – Bad Wolf Messages
Jane woke up. She looked around the island bedroom and yawned. She found herself alone in Lance's bed.
The night sky outside showed the stars that twinkled in the sky as the sun started to rise out of the ocean. The light house on the island shot a beam of light across the sea.
She ran her hand through her long hair and looked at the time. It was nearly 7:00 am.
She lay back against the pillows and heard a faint noise. Was Lance speaking to someone?
She got up and pulled on her dressing gown over her tank top and knickers that she had fallen asleep in. She walked quietly down the steps. As she rounded the corner and saw into the sitting room, she smiled.
Lance lay on his side, facing baby Arles who was pulling his beard and laughing. He had put the baby on a thick blanket on the tile floor. Baby Arles was in a light blue sleeper. Lance was in a pair of football shorts and a grey t-shirt.
Lance smiled at him. "Come on. I've decided get rid of the beard. You can pull it off of me. Come on. You're strong. Pull."
Arles coo'ed and put his hands back in his mouth as he kicked his legs. Lance rose up and blew air on Arles' stomach. The baby squealed.
Lance sat up and laughed. "Shhh. Our Jane is sleeping."
Jane laughed.
Lance looked up at her. "I'm sorry. I was-"
She walked over and sat down on the blanket they both lay on. "It's alright. You were playing with the baby."
He rubbed his beard. "Yeah. I've decided to shave. Holiday is over."
Arles rolled over on his back and upon seeing Jane, he laughed.
She smiled down at him. "You are so happy this morning. Did you sleep well?"
Arles pulled his foot to his mouth.
Lance took it out of his mouth and fussed, "You're going to get your sleeper all wet again, and then your toes will get cold."
Jane giggled at his insistence. "I wish I was that flexible."
Lance looked up at her and smiled. "I'm not saying anything-"
"Don't." She laughed.
Lance picked up a small toy bear and baby Arles took it from his hands. He pulled it to his mouth and kicked. "Lewis was called away to Torchwood a few hours ago. So, I kept Arles down here so I could rock him. He seems to like that."
"That, or walking around with him."
Lance agreed. "We did that for a while, too."
Jane held her finger out for the baby to grasp.
Lance looked back up at her. "How did you sleep?"
"Lance, I had the strangest dream."
He propped his arm up on his knee and looked back up at her. "What happened?"
"Well. It was Rose. But, it wasn't Rose. I can't explain it."
Lance rose his eyebrows. Lewis had told him about the entity that lived inside of Rose. She seemed to appear in John's dreams, and he had seen her a few times as well. "What do you mean, it wasn't Rose?"
Jane shook her head in disbelief. "It was so strange. We were at a restaurant-"
"You and I, or-"
"No, just me. I was waiting on someone….it wasn't you. It's hard to remember. The food was weird."
He reached over and took her hand. "It's okay. Just….tell me what you remember."
"I was waiting on someone. Someone who was supposed to be there. And she sat down across from me and told me that he was okay. Not to worry about him."
Lance rubbed his beard. "Huh. She didn't say who?"
"No. And I'm sure it wasn't you. She told me that you needed to know that he was okay. That he would return."
Lance thought. "Huh. That is strange."
She ran her hand through her hair and smiled down at Arles. "I think your Jane just needs some coffee."
Arles coo'ed at her.
Lance rubbed his head. "Umm. Jane. This entity that John spoke of."
Jane took Arles' bear made it speak to Arles in a gruff voice, "John thinks there is an entity at work here."
Arles kicked his legs and laughed at her.
She smiled at him.
Lance continued. "Umm. Yeah, that entity looks just like you are describing."
She looked up at him in surprise. "You're saying I've been visited by this entity?"
"It sounds like it." He thought for a moment. "John agrees it was. She didn't say who you were expecting?"
She stood up and shook her head. "I think it was simply a dream. You guys are just…."
Lance looked up and asked, "Did she identify herself as Bad Wolf?"
She stopped walking and turned back around. "I didn't tell you that part."
Lance picked up Arles and joined her. "That was her!"
Jane crossed her arms and looked up at his face. "Well, why is she visiting me?"
"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Why does she look like Rose?"
"There's something….strange there."
"No kidding!" She insisted.
"She must like you to appear in your dreams. I've never seen her."
She laughed under her breath in disbelief. "I don't believe this. Lance. If you guys want to believe this woman has…"
Lance didn't hear the rest of what she said. John was speaking in his head.
"Okay, Jane. I can prove this to you. The restaurant you were in."
"Yes."
"You had a salad, with blue leaves. And wine that when you spun it around the glass, it changed colors. Am I right?"
She looked shocked. "How did you know that?"
"John had the same dream. It was her."
Jane threw her hands up and started speaking Spanish. She turned to walk into the kitchen as she continued to speak the language at top speed.
All Lance understood was, 'café'." He looked down at Arles and grinned, "I love it when she does that."
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Samuel found himself alone in a dusty barn. He looked around and saw several odd machines and tools sitting among hay bales. The floor was sand. The smell was odd and he immediately felt as if eyes were on him. Had he been taken? What was this place?
He continued to feel the electrical sensation pulse through his body as if he was still in Karen's arms. Was she here? How did he get here? He was oddly relaxed, even if he was unsure of what was going on around him.
He mumbled, "This is mad. I'm never smoking again."
"And that's probably a good idea." He heard a familiar voice say.
He looked back at a hay bale that he had just seen moments ago. Only now, Rose Tyler sat on top of it. She wore her long, blond hair down. A sun beam broke through the walls of the barn and shown against her back making her appear to glow in the white clothing she wore.
"Mum. What are you doing here? What is this place?"
She crossed her legs and looked around. "This?" She looked around. "Huh. I hadn't thought about taking you to a different place. This is where I always bring your Dad. Well, except for that restaurant tonight. I probably should have taken you there."
"Why?"
"I thought it was about time that we met."
He crossed his arms and looked back at her.
"Do you know who I am, Samuel?" She asked.
He looked at her and thought. He dare not say it.
She smiled, "Come on, Samuel. I know you know. It's alright to tell me."
"You are the entity that lives in Mum."
She clapped her hands together excitedly and laughed, "So clever. Just like your Dad. Gosh, you look just like him."
He ran his hand through his hair. "We don't talk about this….booga thing-"
"You and I do." She insisted. "So, John finally told you everything."
"Well, not everything. I still have a lot of questions."
She nodded, "I see. What are they? I can probably help."
He crossed his arms and continued to look at her. "This is strange. I'm not certain I'm comfortable with you wearing my mother's face."
"I'm wearing it, because we're one in the same."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, Sammy. We are." She smiled.
He watched her for a few moments and then shook his head. "No. I don't believe it. My Dad has warned me about things like this."
"Really? What did he say?"
"To trust what I feel. I don't feel like this is right."
"But, you do feel that it's right. You just don't want to tell me that."
She was right. Samuel wondered why he didn't feel more uneasy about this entire situation.
She stood up and put her hands behind her back. "What questions did you have?"
"Questions, ma'am?"
She smiled proudly. "You are so polite. I remember John insisting that of you and Arles."
"How do you know Arles?"
"Samuel. You are out of your time right now, and I know that makes you feel strangely."
"I don't feel odd at all-"
"But, you do. And you can't explain it."
He looked confused at her. "I really don't, I'm sorry."
"Then tell me. How do you feel? Right in his moment?"
The thought, "I'm relaxed. Completely at ease."
She smiled, "Because you are lying in her arms. You're still there."
He pointed at her, "Don't bring her into this."
She held up her hands. "Wow. So protective."
He continued to glare at her.
She smiled, "Your Mum, is extremely proud of you, and is not heartbroken as you might think."
"I would prefer if you refrained from speaking about her." He insisted.
She held up her hands as she sat back on the hay bale. "Wow. You are much more protective than I thought you would be-"
"With Karen? My Mum? You bet I am. Why must you continue to wear her form? If this is some way to get me to trust you, it will simply not work."
The Bad Wolf looked impressed. "Wow. Samuel. How old are you?"
"Old enough. What is the reason you have brought me here?"
She smiled proudly at him again. "Gosh. So grown up already. Just 18. You're ready for this."
He sighed and glared at her. "The purpose of this?"
"Samuel. I do not mean you any harm."
"That's what people usually say before they do harm-"
"Do I even look like people?" She laughed.
"We've covered this, miss."
She covered her mouth to hide her proud smile. And then pointed at him. "Two things. First, I want you to deliver a message from me."
"To whom?"
"Your father."
"Dad? Why?" He asked still with his arms crossed.
"Tell him that we've spoken. He'll ask what about, and if you can remember, please tell him. Everything."
"I don't keep things like that from my Dad. He'll know every word that I can remember."
"Woo. So forceful."
"And what is the second thing?"
She relaxed and smiled at him. "Rose loves you. So much. She has a message for you."
"What it is?"
She grinned, "You already have it."
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Samuel woke with a start. He was covered in sweat and his heart was racing. He sat up in the bed, and panted. He felt ready to fight. Karen sat up next to him and rubbed his back. "Samuel!"
He closed his eyes. "I'm alright. Just…" He fell back on the pillows. "Oh, that was strange."
She looked concerned at him. She propped herself up on her elbow to better see his face. "Samuel? Are you alright?"
He continued to pant. "I'm fine. Just…an odd dream."
"Do you need anything-"
He took her hand and laid it on his chest. "Karen. I'm fine. Honestly."
She looked back at him. He noticed that she had changed her clothes. She was wearing a pink tank top and had washed the make-up off of her face.
"When did you change?"
"You went right to sleep. I got up and washed the make-up off. I don't want to look so scary to you in the morning. Waking up, with mascara all over me like a freak. It's not Halloween."
He gently touched her cheek and a wave of comfort seemed to come from her. "You're beautiful."
"It's dark." She grinned.
"I can see you. Baby, you are…beautiful."
She smiled and rubbed his chest. "I hope you still believe that when the lights come on."
He smiled, "I know I will."
"Are you really alright? You nearly jumped out of your skin."
He took her hand and kissed it. "I'm fine. I'm sorry I woke you. It's not even 3:00."
She lay back down on the pillow next to him and rubbed his chest.
He looked back at her. "When do you want to leave to go to New York?"
She snuggled back into the pillow. "Let's sleep a bit longer."
He laughed quietly at her. "Well, of course. You have to bring your books-"
"You're a lame cruise director." She complained.
He looked hurt. "Why, Karen. Have you gotten distracted by some boy?"
She snuggled back into the pillow, "I've gotten distracted by having a break. Ugh, my brain needs the rest."
He laughed under his breath. "Go back to sleep. I need to get some water. Do you want anything?"
She yawned. "No."
He kissed her before he slipped out of the bed.
He ran his hand through his own hair as he walked, wearing only his trousers, over to his dresser. He took off his watch. He replayed the dream in his head. He could remember it, so vividly. It wasn't like a dream at all. What had she meant that he already had a message from Rose?
He opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out a pair of jim jams to change into. As he changed, he noticed the envelope with his letter from Rose that he had been given. That had to be the message she had meant. He slipped his phone into his pocket.
He closed the drawer, quietly, and walked along the tile floor back to the kitchen. He automatically made himself a cup of tea without thinking. He sipped it and realized what he had done. It made him smile thinking what Karen would say if she knew.
He sat down at the bar and looked at the envelope. He stared at his name written in the blue writing as he blew his cuppa. He thought of his Mum writing the letter and a lump grew in his throat. He sipped his tea and debated if he wanted to open it or not.
He took out his phone and dialed a number. The Doctor's face filled the screen. He was sitting on a sofa holding the baby Samuel with Rose sitting next to him. Baby Samuel was putting his mouth on his Dad's chin to "kiss" him. "Hey there!"
Samuel grinned. "What is he doing?"
"He's kissing me."
Rose laughed, "Yes, please tell me you got better at that."
Samuel chuckled. "Oh, I think so."
Baby Samuel babbled and excitedly smacked his Dad in the face. The Doctor took his hands and kissed his face. "Aw. Be careful, Sam. Gentle."
Baby Samuel laughed loudly and clapped his hands together. "Da! Da!"
He blew in the baby's face and laughed with the little boy.
Rose took baby Samuel in her arms. "I'll take him. Sam, who do you need to speak to? Me or Dad?"
He rubbed his face, "Dad. Well, it can wait-"
"Ah…. You have good timing. This one needs a feed anyway." The Doctor sniffed and made a face. "And a new nappy."
Rose laughed. "Oh goodness. It's just a bit of poo-"
"Bit of poo? Smells like…..chemical warfare in that man's pants."
Rose laughed as she walked away from the sofa carrying the baby in her arms.
Sam sipped his tea and sighed. "Maybe, I'll try back later."
The Doctor propped his arm up on the back of the sofa and after watching Rose walk away, his full attention was back to the older Samuel. "Nope. I'm here. What's on your mind?"
"Well, I have a message for you."
"Oh yeah, from whom?"
"A woman who looked like Mum. She told me to tell you that we had spoken."
"Oh!" He realized. "Is Karen still there?"
He nodded, "She's asleep. I closed the door, so we're alright to speak."
The Doctor nodded, "Okay. Well, what happened?"
"I was sleeping. It was like a dream. I was in this…barn…with a sandy floor."
"Really? She took you there?"
"Where is that?"
He ran his hand through his hair. "What did she say?"
"She said it was time we had met. That she wouldn't harm me."
"Well, no. She's your Mum. They are the same."
"Dad. They aren't the same-"
"Oh, they are. Completely the same. You weren't rude to this woman, were you?"
"No. But, the entire thing was just….odd."
"Well, that's how it usually is with her. But, you are always to treat her with the same level of respect as you would your Mum. And, like your Mum, you shouldn't have any reason to fear her. Remember that. It will be important. I'm sure of it."
"Why is she..."
"Well, she usually has a message. It could simply be that she felt it was time you two met. What else did she say?"
He sipped his tea and thought. "That Mum is proud of me."
"Well, never think any differently. You'll remember more I'm sure. Normally she appears to me to warn me about something. Very rarely does she ever speak, plainly, about something. It's usually a riddle or something to just wind me up. But, that could be because it's me. She might be clearer with you."
Samuel nodded his head and scratched his bare chest. "Okay. Well."
The Doctor looked closer at the phone, "Are you wearing anything?"
"Yeah. I have on jim jams-"
"My jim jams have a shirt with them-"
"I prefer to sleep without a shirt."
"Yeah. And Karen is still asleep-"
"Dad." He said warningly.
Rose returned and handed him the baby again. He sat on his Dad's lap and looked at Samuel's image.
She looked back at the Doctor. "Did you ask him what he thought-"
"Oh, no. I should."
Samuel asked, "Ask me about what?"
Rose looked back at the phone at Samuel, "Are you wearing anything?"
He groaned. "Yes, ma'am. Dad already asked me the same thing."
The Doctor looked back at her. "Jim jams. No shirt. Gosh, it's….3:02 in the morning there."
Rose pointed at him, "You need to go to sleep."
Samuel grinned at her fussing. "Believe me. It's on my mind."
The Doctor ran his hand through his hair. "Before I forget, I had a think about what you were saying, the electricity when you touch."
"Yeah? It changed tonight."
"Changed? What happened?"
Rose teased, "Are you sure you want to talk to his madman about this, Sammy?"
The Doctor shook his head. "It's just….medicine."
Rose laughed under her breath. "Yeah, some medicine that Genie is probably enjoying, too. Probably with…a Slitheen." She teased.
The Doctor looked back at her, "Really? A Slitheen?"
Rose laughed hysterically.
The Doctor shook his head. "Your Mum is mental. I'm sorry if that's a surprise to find out, Sam."
Samuel smiled. Aside from the baby sitting in their lap, and his Dad being in such a good mood, this was nothing unlike him being at home.
The Doctor smiled back at the phone. "Let me have another think about this."
"You don't think it's something…"
He looked at Rose. "I need to chat with him. Do you mind?"
She was busy with the baby. "It's alright."
He stood up and walked down the hallway. Samuel noticed he closed the door to their bedroom and looked back down at the phone. "Okay. About the Bad Wolf."
"Bad Wolf." Samuel repeated. "That's what she calls herself?"
The Doctor nodded, "Yes. And your Mum, doesn't want to talk about it at all. She's still coming to terms with it even being true. So, this conversation….."
"Got it." Sam understood.
"I haven't thought about it, but it's possible that it's something the Bad Wolf is doing. Did she say anything about it?"
Samuel thought, "No. Well, she asked me how I felt. I was relaxed, like when I am in Karen's arms."
He looked back expecting his Dad to complain. He didn't. "Alright."
Samuel, surprised, continued. "Well, and she told me I was still there. That's the reason I was relaxed."
"You've never felt this with anyone else?"
"No. Never."
"If you see the Bad Wolf again, ask. I'm curious what her reply would be. Although, I think I have it sorted."
"Well, if you have it sorted…"
"I know we're being honest with one another. But, let me wait on telling you that bit."
Samuel groaned. "Selective honesty?"
"Trust me. I have my reasons, and you'll agree with them. Anyway, you said it changed?"
"Yes. Instead of the…tingle….it was more of a soothing, relaxing feeling."
"Karen feels it, too?"
"She does. Same thing I feel."
"This has to be coming from her."
"She's human."
"Ah. Can't be. What does she look like?"
"A human." Samuel insisted.
The Doctor groaned. "Cheeky. Send me a picture."
Samuel shook his head, "Not completely comfortable with that."
"Humans can….well, hang on. What have you told her about yourself?"
He closed his eyes and sighed. "Dad."
He nodded. "I feel it's fair to tell you that Jake has done a background check on her."
He groaned. "Tony already told me that."
The Doctor sighed. "Sam. You're not an idiot. You know why."
"I know. It's just…."
"I get it. Son, believe me. You don't know this, but I know how you feel. Away from everything that is familiar to you. Lewis and I have spoken and we're going to keep the Quauhtin away for the moment."
Sam shook his head. "Nah. I've had a think about that. I need to have someone around. Most of the time. It just…makes sense."
"Really? What changed your mind?"
Samuel smiled, "My grandfather can really drive a point home."
The Doctor smiled, "I should have started there. Pete is brilliant. When you see the Bad Wolf again, you can tell her that we've spoken. Also, tell her to pick a different restaurant. I never liked that one."
Sam agreed. "Yes, Dad. I'll do that. If I remember. It's such an odd thing."
"And before I forget….I have an account at Tiffany's. When you're in New York, pick up an order for me. And get something for your Karen if you want. But, it will cost you a photo."
"How do you know I'm going to New York?"
He grinned, "Your sister told me. Who is this guy she's seeing?"
Samuel laughed, "I can't tell you that."
"Sure, you can. We're being honest with one another. You know don't you?"
"Yes."
"Do I know in the future? I could just ask him."
"He doesn't know. Genie has kept it very quiet."
He sighed. "It's making me, mental. And your Mum has decided to torment me about it."
Samuel laughed. Rose was doing exactly what he had expected.
He groaned. "Well, is he at least-"
"He's a good guy. You'd approve."
He sighed. "Well, I hope so. I know Genie has to be anxious to get back to him. Doesn't encourage me to repair the TARDIS at all."
Samuel grinned, "See, that's the Dad I know."
He sighed. "My son with an archaeologist, and my daughter with a….member of a biker gang."
Samuel laughed, "Boy, Mum is really tormenting you."
"She's in my head right now. Oh, she's….putting images in there that just aren't right." He looked back at Samuel. "Can you encourage Karen to change her major? Why the hell would anyone study that? Archaeology?"
"What shall she change it to? Alien studies?"
The Doctor groaned. "Not funny."
Sam laughed, "I'll call you later."
"You even are sounding America." He complained and ended the call.
Sam laughed under his breath and sipped his tea.
To give him a few moments to think, he walked over to Arles' bedroom to check on Soli. He had kicked off the duvet and lay curled up in a ball. Samuel pulled the duvet back over him, and he rolled over to get comfortable again.
He had almost gotten used to seeing Soli like this, rather than the huge man he knew back home. He took a deep breath realizing that he was having trouble remembering exactly what the older version of Soli even looked like.
He went back into the kitchen and sat down at the bar. He looked at the envelope again and sipped his tea. He was sure she was disappointed. The words would be hard to read. He already felt so guilty for causing her so much pain.
He thought of the argument he had with his Dad just before they disappeared. He had just told his Mum that he wanted to go someplace, besides Earth, to live. Someplace where he wasn't known. Someplace, where he could be Samuel. Not the son of John and Rose. He remembered the look of shock on her face. It caused him a pang of guilt, again.
He decided he would only read the first paragraph. That would probably tell him what he needed to hear. He sat down his tea and opened the envelope. Unfolding the papers he was surprised to find his own handwriting on the first page.
Hey Samuel,
Mum and I are sitting here together, trying to decide what we should actually write to you. First of all, she wants to reassure you that she's not cross at all. Nor disappointed. So, get over that. As she says, 'Tell him to get over that right now.'
As you can see, I'm still here. The time lines divided and there are now two of me. Well, two of us. I, am actually you, aged 36, now. That's right. If you do the math, you will see that you never return in the TARDIS. There is a good reason why, which I'll get into in a bit.
The other Samuel is only 18 and never went back to the time you are at now. It's rather hard for me to wrap my head around, too. But, well….you just think of him now as a much younger brother. And don't forget Arles… his younger version. Our partner in crime.
Genie is also here, twice. That's good, because the world could always use another Genie. And I know you agree with me on that. Although, Genie here is half human whereas the older Genie is completely a Rixalarian. Little Genie, never contracted Sluyahiri…although Arles still broke some arms. Funny how things like that happen.
I remember when I first landed back there…or crashed rather (damn that Tony)…and how I felt. So, I wanted to write this letter to give you, what Dad would call, some expert advice.
The first few days were rough, yeah. But, then I met someone who became very special to me. I'm not sure if you have met her yet or not, so I won't say anything except you'll know who she is. From the very first time that she touches you, a spark will tell you that she's the one. Someone you can trust with anything, and will love you in a way you can never imagine. Someone, you will decide is worth remaining in the past for. Take care of her and keep her safe. Always. She is simply amazing beyond what she even knows. Even if she is an archaeologist. Mum is still laughing about it. Dad prefers to call her a 'history enthusiast'. That probably doesn't surprise you at all.
Danger is still present here, and there. The time line is not solid at all. What happened to me over the last 18 years, might not happen to you. All I can say is to keep your eyes open, trust your feelings, and invest in the stock market.
Alright, might be kidding a bit about that last bit. Mum smacked me. (See the reverse side of this page for stock figures.)
You and Dad find a common ground. The trip to Caihiri was the first of many really good chats between you both. Remember, he's a stubborn old man (Mum's words) and sometimes just needs to think he's right (again, Mum's words).
Mum's letter is also enclosed. She tells me to say that she is extremely proud of you. (Awwww, thanks Mum). That she loves you very much. (As I'm sure you know.) And that she'll be in touch. You can always write to her or me. Jack will bring it so you don't have to deal with Dad if you are still cross with him.
It's probably best that you keep what this letter says to yourself. Well, Grandfather would be helpful with the stocks. I'll send the football scores next. It will help with Legate. Totally, keep that to yourself.
I'm late for dinner with Grandfather. Yes, him and Grand are fine.
Have a wonderful time. I remember it fondly.
Sam
Samuel held the other pages, still folded, in his hand. He was sure that was the message from Rose. He decided that one letter tonight was enough. He put the pages back inside of the envelope and finished his tea.
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Samuel quietly walked back into his room and closed the door. Karen lay on her side, asleep. He positioned himself in front of her so he could watch her. She was so peaceful.
He caressed her cheek and began to feel the tingle on his hand. Overcome with her beauty, he kissed her sleeping lips.
"Karen." He whispered and kissed the end of her nose.
Her hand lay on his hip and mumbled. "Samuel."
He leaned in again and kissed her lips. As he licked them, she inhaled deeply and returned the kiss.
She looked into his eyes and smiled, "Always wake me up like that."
He continued to caress her cheek and look into her eyes.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked him quietly.
He looked longingly into her eyes. "Karen."
"What's wrong?"
His heart felt like it might beat out of his chest, but suddenly the sensation from her filled him with relief. His face slowly spread into a smile. "I love you more than I'll ever be able to tell you."
She closed her eyes and groaned, "You're just saying that because I told you-"
He caught her lips snogged her. His stomach began to tingle immediately. The sensation moved outwards to his arms and legs. He grabbed her bum and realized she only wore cotton knickers with the pink tank top. She wrapped her leg around his. He pushed the knickers down easily and began to tease between her legs causing her to moan and grab his face.
"This is okay?" Samuel asked quietly.
She smiled at him, "I was wrong. Always wake me up like this."
He grinned back at her. "I love you. I really do."
She began to kiss him again.
All of the voices in his head stopped and he only heard her gasps. He could feel her heart beating, and was thrilled to know it was soaring as much as his. She only stopped snogging him to take off her tank top and toss it in the floor. Through the windows, the light from the moon illumined the room so he could see her bare chest clearly. It made his brain stop as he rolled over on top of her. He ran his fingertips up and down her chest. She was so beautiful, that he wanted to see every curve. The current got stronger the more excited she became.
She wrapped her arms around him as he began to suck her breast. He brought his hand back down to tease between her legs. She held him tightly and began to climax.
The electrical feel was more intense the more she moaned. He found himself moaning as she bit his shoulder, trying to keep herself from shouting.
Her lip quivered, "Samuel."
He pushed his jim jams and pants down to enter her. She rolled over on top of him and sat, pushing him deeply inside of her.
The current stopped and then began again with even more intensity as she began to move on him. He moved his hands up to cup her breasts as they bounced. "So beautiful."
She took his hand and moved it back between her legs. "Do it some more."
He began to tease her while she slowly began to move on him again. She became so loud that he stopped.
She moaned, "Oh, don't stop."
He met her lips and started to snog her again. "You're so loud. Baby, you're going to wake up New York."
She pushed him into her deeply causing him to temporary lose every thought in his head. She leaned down and kissed his chest causing shockwaves to start on his skin with every touch of her lips.
He rolled her over to lie on top of her. She wrapped her leg around his back and he continued to stroke slowly into her.
She held him tightly, feeling the muscles of his back.
He brought his lips back to hers to continue their kiss. The lightning between their bodies began to subside. Samuel rose up and looked in her eyes. She noticed his lip tremble. She cupped his face and smiled.
"I love the way you look at me, Samuel."
He smiled at her. "You make me love my name."
She giggled, "This is only getting better."
He chuckled, "We haven't died from electric shock, yet. I half expect they will find our dead bodies in a compromising position."
"With a huge smile on your face." She teased.
He laughed under his breath. "I can't think of a better way to go."
He lay down beside of her and she turned to look in his eyes again. She ran her hands through his short hair. They wrapped their arms around one another again.
"Karen. I mean it. Really."
"Mean what?" She continued to play with his hair as they looked in one another's eyes.
"I've completely fallen for you."
"Samuel, this is crazy. We've not known one another long enough to know-"
"I know. So do you. Karen, promise that no matter what you ever find out about me, you'll still love me."
"Unless you turn out to be some….serial killer-"
He laughed. "I'm not a serial killer. No. I just….fear that what we have….will change-"
"What was this girl's name? Can I go kick her ass?"
He laughed and laid his head on her forehead. "Oh wow. Really?"
"I'm serious, Samuel. She really screwed up your head."
He rolled his eyes and looked back at her. "It wasn't all her."
"So, are you confessing that you were the one at fault?"
He bit his lip. "No. Not really."
"Get me a name. I'll totally hit her."
He chuckled, "You don't need to do that, Karen."
She groaned. "That damn girl."
He ran his fingertips up and down her spine as the feeling of relaxation began. He grinned, "And it's changed. This is so strange."
She caressed his face. "Because you need to sleep."
"I'm completely awake." He smiled.
She rose her eyebrows, "Because you drink too much tea! I bet you had a cup of it when you got up."
"When?"
"Just now."
He laughed, "What do you want to bet?"
She rolled her eyes. "You do have a gambling problem. I can see it now."
He continued to laugh. "I don't."
"As much as your tea problem." She teased. "Completely, obsessed with it."
He propped himself up on his elbow. "Okay. Say I did have a cup. Then what?"
She groaned, "I have no idea. I'm not one who bets on things. You'll have to work this out."
He nodded, "Okay. If I did, then….ummm…..you get something you want."
"Like what?"
"Name it. Anything."
She propped her arm up behind her head. "And if I lose?"
"I get something I want." He explained.
She thought. "Okay, simple. Geez. What do I want?"
He suggested, "A carriage ride, in New York?"
She smiled, "Love it. Yes."
"Then we'll do that because I'm not going to tell you something that isn't true. My cuppa was excellent."
She laughed, "Obsessed! And now you're wide awake."
He smiled, "Well, I probably need to apologize for waking you-"
"No!" She insisted. "That was great. Wake me, anytime, for that."
He kissed her lips and smiled.
She threw her arms out, "I'm wide awake."
"Want some tea?" He teased.
"No!" She laughed.
He ran his fingertips back down her chest, looking at all of her curves that lay in front of him.
"Samuel. That is making the feeling change."
Indeed the feeling was now making him more tired with every touch. He felt relaxed and totally at ease. "What does it feel like?"
"It was really strong before. Almost, electrifying."
He nodded as he continued to tease her chest, "For me, too."
She closed her eyes and relaxed. "It's…soothing. Makes me want to sleep."
He pulled the duvet back over them and kissed her. She snuggled into his chest.
"Samuel?" She asked quietly.
He kissed her forehead, "Karen."
"You don't have to say anything just to make me feel better…"
He turned his head so he could see into her eyes. "Karen. I'm completely serious."
"And of sound mind?" She grinned.
"That's questionable." He admitted.
She giggled.
"But, I really do. I love you."
She smiled, "Samuel, I love you."
They kissed one another again and held each other tightly.
The current of relaxation moved through them both as they went to sleep.
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