TITLE : Repercussions
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : Even though it might look otherwise, it's SBR all the way.
RATING : NC-17
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : An old flame returns in Bailey's life, forcing Sam to confront her feelings for him. But, these feelings could have dire consequences.
NOTES : Meh. Smut-illy speaking, I may suck. (No pun intended.) Enjoy! :)
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.3 ) ---------------
Bailey's House, Atlanta
Bailey sat on the edge of the tub watching the water fill up. He dipped his fingers in, testing the temperature. When the water reached his desired height, he turned off the tap and went to find Sam. He found her standing near the window in the guest bedroom. "Sam?" He gently touched her shoulder.
Sam jumped, but tried to play it off. She didn't want Bailey to think of her as some fine China Doll that will chip and break everytime a little roughness presents itself. "I didn't hear you come in."
Bailey wrapped his arm around her from behind, drawing her into a one-armed hug. Sam sighed contently and leaned into him, closing her eyes in the process. Bailey too, let out a small sigh, and both stood there, caught up in their own dreams. Bailey's eyes shot open. «I shouldn't be doing this, I should be distancing myself, not trapping myself.» He thought. So against his own will, he gently pulled away from Sam. "I'll start making dinner." He said, and walked away.
Sam stared after him, and continued staring at the open door, even after he had left. She walked into Frannie's room and saw her dresser. Not wanting to snoop, Sam literally grabbed the first two articles of clothing and headed to the bathroom. Sam eased herself into the warm water, already feeling her muscles relax. She inhaled deeply, noticing that Bailey added a few bath salts to the water. The refreshing scent of lavender lay suspended in the air, so Sam leaned back and her eyes slipped shut. Thoughts and images of Bailey danced through her mind, echoing her deepest emotions and exploring her passion. Sam, with eyes still closed, gently soaped herself. She traced the length of her arms with the bar of soap, imagining that it was Bailey's strong hands that caressed her so. She soaped her neck, wishing it was his lips that sought her skin. The bar of soap continued it's journey across her breasts and down to her belly. Sam's hand inched lower, and her finger found her folds. She gently rubbed the outer area first, building a slight euphoric sensation. It has been so long since anyone had touched her there . . . had satisfied her. Most of it was due to lack of time and interest, but sometimes, the longing was too much to bare. Only when she thought of *him*, her 'David', her monumental sculpture of a man; only then did she feel desire, lust. Only then did the carnal cravings appear, almost with a roar at the bottom of her sleek belly. And it slowly creeped its way up, halting at her heart - tugging at it, to an excruciating point. Sam thrust her hips slightly, creating ripples in the cooling water. There was a sharp intake of breath, as her mind conjured images of Bailey's hand caressing her sensitive areas.
"Sam?" Bailey called from outside the door.
Sam's head jerked up. "Yes?" She said, a little breathless. Selfishly, she wanted to attain her release. She slowed down the pace slightly, but never broke contact with herself.
Bailey paused a little, trying to figure out why she was in the bathtub for so long. "Are you okay? You sound out of breath."
Sam's eyes grew wide. "I uh, am just doing some stretching, my muscles are really sore." She lied.
Bailey's brow furrowed. "Okay." He stayed at the door for a few more seconds. "Dinner's downstairs."
"Thanks." Sam heard him leave, and counted until fifty to resume. She sped up, and thought about how sweet Bailey was to be worried about her. She also ventured into the uninhibited areas, picturing Bailey slowly, passionately making love to her. Her body physically ached to come into contact with him. With her last thought plunging towards images of Bailey's arousal, her finger hit her sensitive spot and she bit her lip to prevent her from screaming out in ecstasy. Sam bucked her hips slightly as the wave of pleasure gently subsided. She rested a little more, trying to catch her breath. She washed her privates, and freshened up some more. The now-cool water helped immensely, and she looked rejuvenated. Sam put on the jogging pants and then slipped on the form fitting t-shirt. She looked in the mirror and her jaw almost dropped when she looked at the tee. The bottom had been cut off, and it literally stopped underneath her breasts. Sam placed her arms around her waist, trying to cover the exposed skin. «What is Bailey going to think?» Suddenly, a devious smile crossed her lips, as she looked at herself in the mirror. «Maybe Liz deserves a little competition.» She thought wryly to herself.
--TBC--
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : Even though it might look otherwise, it's SBR all the way.
RATING : NC-17
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : An old flame returns in Bailey's life, forcing Sam to confront her feelings for him. But, these feelings could have dire consequences.
NOTES : Meh. Smut-illy speaking, I may suck. (No pun intended.) Enjoy! :)
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.3 ) ---------------
Bailey's House, Atlanta
Bailey sat on the edge of the tub watching the water fill up. He dipped his fingers in, testing the temperature. When the water reached his desired height, he turned off the tap and went to find Sam. He found her standing near the window in the guest bedroom. "Sam?" He gently touched her shoulder.
Sam jumped, but tried to play it off. She didn't want Bailey to think of her as some fine China Doll that will chip and break everytime a little roughness presents itself. "I didn't hear you come in."
Bailey wrapped his arm around her from behind, drawing her into a one-armed hug. Sam sighed contently and leaned into him, closing her eyes in the process. Bailey too, let out a small sigh, and both stood there, caught up in their own dreams. Bailey's eyes shot open. «I shouldn't be doing this, I should be distancing myself, not trapping myself.» He thought. So against his own will, he gently pulled away from Sam. "I'll start making dinner." He said, and walked away.
Sam stared after him, and continued staring at the open door, even after he had left. She walked into Frannie's room and saw her dresser. Not wanting to snoop, Sam literally grabbed the first two articles of clothing and headed to the bathroom. Sam eased herself into the warm water, already feeling her muscles relax. She inhaled deeply, noticing that Bailey added a few bath salts to the water. The refreshing scent of lavender lay suspended in the air, so Sam leaned back and her eyes slipped shut. Thoughts and images of Bailey danced through her mind, echoing her deepest emotions and exploring her passion. Sam, with eyes still closed, gently soaped herself. She traced the length of her arms with the bar of soap, imagining that it was Bailey's strong hands that caressed her so. She soaped her neck, wishing it was his lips that sought her skin. The bar of soap continued it's journey across her breasts and down to her belly. Sam's hand inched lower, and her finger found her folds. She gently rubbed the outer area first, building a slight euphoric sensation. It has been so long since anyone had touched her there . . . had satisfied her. Most of it was due to lack of time and interest, but sometimes, the longing was too much to bare. Only when she thought of *him*, her 'David', her monumental sculpture of a man; only then did she feel desire, lust. Only then did the carnal cravings appear, almost with a roar at the bottom of her sleek belly. And it slowly creeped its way up, halting at her heart - tugging at it, to an excruciating point. Sam thrust her hips slightly, creating ripples in the cooling water. There was a sharp intake of breath, as her mind conjured images of Bailey's hand caressing her sensitive areas.
"Sam?" Bailey called from outside the door.
Sam's head jerked up. "Yes?" She said, a little breathless. Selfishly, she wanted to attain her release. She slowed down the pace slightly, but never broke contact with herself.
Bailey paused a little, trying to figure out why she was in the bathtub for so long. "Are you okay? You sound out of breath."
Sam's eyes grew wide. "I uh, am just doing some stretching, my muscles are really sore." She lied.
Bailey's brow furrowed. "Okay." He stayed at the door for a few more seconds. "Dinner's downstairs."
"Thanks." Sam heard him leave, and counted until fifty to resume. She sped up, and thought about how sweet Bailey was to be worried about her. She also ventured into the uninhibited areas, picturing Bailey slowly, passionately making love to her. Her body physically ached to come into contact with him. With her last thought plunging towards images of Bailey's arousal, her finger hit her sensitive spot and she bit her lip to prevent her from screaming out in ecstasy. Sam bucked her hips slightly as the wave of pleasure gently subsided. She rested a little more, trying to catch her breath. She washed her privates, and freshened up some more. The now-cool water helped immensely, and she looked rejuvenated. Sam put on the jogging pants and then slipped on the form fitting t-shirt. She looked in the mirror and her jaw almost dropped when she looked at the tee. The bottom had been cut off, and it literally stopped underneath her breasts. Sam placed her arms around her waist, trying to cover the exposed skin. «What is Bailey going to think?» Suddenly, a devious smile crossed her lips, as she looked at herself in the mirror. «Maybe Liz deserves a little competition.» She thought wryly to herself.
--TBC--