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 : Thanks to everyone for their feedback - it keeps me going. :)
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.4 ) ---------------
Bailey's House, Atlanta
Sam ventured down to the kitchen and took a seat at the table. "Need any help?" She offered quietly. She could feel the creation of a blush deep underneath the far recesses of her epidermal. Any moment, a stunning crimson hue would be splattered across her face. Sam hoped that Bailey bought her 'stretching-her-muscles' story.
As on cue, Bailey turned around. "How are your muscles?" He asked, and Sam detected a slight hint of doubt.
Sam mocked stretching. "Never better." There was a slight awkward silent moment that passed, each wondering about the other.
"I invited Liz over for dinner." Bailey offered to break the ice. "I know you two aren't the best of friends, but I feel that you just got off on the wrong foot."
"Funny, when I didn't have my feet on the ground." Sam bit back.
Bailey leaned against the now cooling stove. "You don't seriously believe that Liz set you up?" Bailey let out a sigh. "How was she to know?"
"Knowing the woods like the," Sam imitated Liz, "back of my hand . . . "
"There still may be hope." Bailey shrugged, as the doorbell rang.
Sam sat at the table, drowning in bitterness and loneliness. «Why must he always jump to her defense?» She asked herself. «The woman has the personality of a walnut.» Sam let out a silent chuckle. She leaned on the table and looked towards the front door. There, Bailey and Liz were tongue- tied and she was sure Bailey was fondling Liz's breasts. Liz had her hand down the front of Bailey's pants. «Must be the sex.» Sam thought blankly, trying to rid the repulsive image of Liz touching Bailey, that was now permanently burned in her mind.
Bailey pushed Liz back slightly. "Liz . . . Sam's in the kitchen." He said, a little breathlessly.
"She can wait." Liz purred in his ear.
Bailey shook his head and smiled. "Let's go eat - I'm famished." He took her hand and pulled her into the kitchen.
"Famished for what, tiger?" Liz smiled seductively. "Oh hi Samantha." Liz said, taking a seat. Sam just stared at her.
Sam smiled tightly. "Thanks." She said, rather curt, when Bailey placed a plate of pasta in front of her. She watched as he placed one in front of Liz and then took a seat beside, across from Sam.
Most of the meal was eaten in silence, only disturbed by sickening chitchat on Liz's behalf. Sam sighed and stretched under the table. Her foot came into contact with Bailey's and Sam's eyes shot up. He was still engrossed in Liz's story and it pissed Sam off a little. She unconsciously started rubbing Bailey's leg with her foot, gently gliding her foot up and down. Sam glanced at Bailey and noticed he was still not giving her any sign to either continue or stop. «Great, now I have an invisibility complex.» She thought, and then reflected on her actions. «I've never done anything this forward before.» She scooted her chair closer to the table in order to have a better reach. Her foot traveled up Bailey's leg and reached his thigh.
Bailey, on the other hand, was getting even more worried. When he had first felt a foot rubbing his leg, he immediately thought it was Liz. But, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that the foot belong to Sam. He had quickly glanced at her, and observed that she was nonchalantly picking at her food. He decided to ignore it for the moment, hoping she would get the picture.
Sam was just hoping that he'd say one word to her. Just one word, to acknowledge her existence. Sam looked at Bailey, again waiting for some reaction but his eyes never left Liz. She ventured a little higher, inching towards his arousal ever so slowly. Sam grinned as she saw Bailey's eyes quickly shift her way and then back at Liz. «Gotcha.» She laughed inwardly. She gently caressed his arousal through the material and watched him unconsciously chew on his lower lip.
Bailey let out a silent moan and gripped his fork tighter. He was breathing a little heavily and Liz took notice.
"What's wrong Bailey?" She asked, somewhat concerned.
Bailey's eyes scanned the room, looking for a plausible answer.
"Didn't you say you were feeling under the weather, earlier today?" Sam asked, not looking up. Her foot was still stimulating Bailey's erection and she felt him buck his hips slightly.
"Yeah." Bailey exhaled. "Sam?" Bailey cleared his throat, trying to speak with his normal voice instead of the gruff one that echoed through the dinning room.
"Yes Bail?" Sam finally made eye contact with him, and what she saw in his eyes took her breath away. A mixture of anger, caution, confusion, desire, and love danced in a melee of emotions. «Maybe I went too far?» Sam started questioning herself.
"Can I see you in the hall for a second?" Bailey got up, leaving the napkin somewhat on his lap to conceal his aroused state.
Sam silently followed him to the hall. «It's now or never.» She thought, finally summing up the courage to discuss her feelings with him. She found him leaning against the wall, his head back and his eyes closed. She looked down at the lump in his pants and felt herself getting moist.
"What are you doing, Sam?" Bailey jarred her thoughts.
Sam's eyes grew wide. She looked back down at his pants and tried to think of a reason for staring at them. «Damn it, he caught me.» She cursed herself.
Bailey walked up to her and watched her with his deep chocolate-brown eyes. "Sam, you have to understand my position here . . . " Bailey started. "The bureau frowns, if not prohibits these kinds of relationships."
"What about my position?" Sam objected. "What about my feelings?" Tears threatened to spill, for Sam's fears were confirmed : rejection. She dropped her head into her hands. "Since when do you adhere to the bureau?" She asked off-hand.
Bailey dropped his eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry . . . " He breathed. It broke his heart to reject her, but it was what the bureau wanted.
Sam nodded silently, and looked at him with puffy, red eyes. "I should go . . . this was a mistake." She choked out.
Bailey caught her wrist. "Don't leave Sam." He pleaded with her. She tried to break free from his hold but he held her in a deep hug. "Don't fight me . . . " He whispered in her ear.
Sam pressed her head into his shoulder and he felt tears crash right through his t-shirt. Bailey gently rubbed his hands over her back, stopping to touch her bare skin. "I'm going." Sam stated again, and broke free of the hug. She slipped on her shoes.
"It's cold out there." Bailey said, trying to think of reasons for her to stay. Sam picked up his black jacket and slipped it on. "You don't have a mode of transportation." He reasoned. He watch her pick up his car keys. She stepped out of the door and headed towards his car. "Jack's out there." He said, instantly regretting it. He wanted her to be close - he wanted to protect her.
Sam stood idly in front of the car. She turned around and just looked at Bailey. "You've changed." She whispered to herself. "We've changed." She turned and opened the car door, started the engine and backed out of the driveway. Sam cast Bailey a last sideways glance before driving off into the night.
Bailey dropped his head in shame. This wasn't right - what he was doing to her wasn't fair. But there was nothing to be done . . . for the moment.
--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 : Thanks to everyone for their feedback - it keeps me going. :)
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.4 ) ---------------
Bailey's House, Atlanta
Sam ventured down to the kitchen and took a seat at the table. "Need any help?" She offered quietly. She could feel the creation of a blush deep underneath the far recesses of her epidermal. Any moment, a stunning crimson hue would be splattered across her face. Sam hoped that Bailey bought her 'stretching-her-muscles' story.
As on cue, Bailey turned around. "How are your muscles?" He asked, and Sam detected a slight hint of doubt.
Sam mocked stretching. "Never better." There was a slight awkward silent moment that passed, each wondering about the other.
"I invited Liz over for dinner." Bailey offered to break the ice. "I know you two aren't the best of friends, but I feel that you just got off on the wrong foot."
"Funny, when I didn't have my feet on the ground." Sam bit back.
Bailey leaned against the now cooling stove. "You don't seriously believe that Liz set you up?" Bailey let out a sigh. "How was she to know?"
"Knowing the woods like the," Sam imitated Liz, "back of my hand . . . "
"There still may be hope." Bailey shrugged, as the doorbell rang.
Sam sat at the table, drowning in bitterness and loneliness. «Why must he always jump to her defense?» She asked herself. «The woman has the personality of a walnut.» Sam let out a silent chuckle. She leaned on the table and looked towards the front door. There, Bailey and Liz were tongue- tied and she was sure Bailey was fondling Liz's breasts. Liz had her hand down the front of Bailey's pants. «Must be the sex.» Sam thought blankly, trying to rid the repulsive image of Liz touching Bailey, that was now permanently burned in her mind.
Bailey pushed Liz back slightly. "Liz . . . Sam's in the kitchen." He said, a little breathlessly.
"She can wait." Liz purred in his ear.
Bailey shook his head and smiled. "Let's go eat - I'm famished." He took her hand and pulled her into the kitchen.
"Famished for what, tiger?" Liz smiled seductively. "Oh hi Samantha." Liz said, taking a seat. Sam just stared at her.
Sam smiled tightly. "Thanks." She said, rather curt, when Bailey placed a plate of pasta in front of her. She watched as he placed one in front of Liz and then took a seat beside, across from Sam.
Most of the meal was eaten in silence, only disturbed by sickening chitchat on Liz's behalf. Sam sighed and stretched under the table. Her foot came into contact with Bailey's and Sam's eyes shot up. He was still engrossed in Liz's story and it pissed Sam off a little. She unconsciously started rubbing Bailey's leg with her foot, gently gliding her foot up and down. Sam glanced at Bailey and noticed he was still not giving her any sign to either continue or stop. «Great, now I have an invisibility complex.» She thought, and then reflected on her actions. «I've never done anything this forward before.» She scooted her chair closer to the table in order to have a better reach. Her foot traveled up Bailey's leg and reached his thigh.
Bailey, on the other hand, was getting even more worried. When he had first felt a foot rubbing his leg, he immediately thought it was Liz. But, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that the foot belong to Sam. He had quickly glanced at her, and observed that she was nonchalantly picking at her food. He decided to ignore it for the moment, hoping she would get the picture.
Sam was just hoping that he'd say one word to her. Just one word, to acknowledge her existence. Sam looked at Bailey, again waiting for some reaction but his eyes never left Liz. She ventured a little higher, inching towards his arousal ever so slowly. Sam grinned as she saw Bailey's eyes quickly shift her way and then back at Liz. «Gotcha.» She laughed inwardly. She gently caressed his arousal through the material and watched him unconsciously chew on his lower lip.
Bailey let out a silent moan and gripped his fork tighter. He was breathing a little heavily and Liz took notice.
"What's wrong Bailey?" She asked, somewhat concerned.
Bailey's eyes scanned the room, looking for a plausible answer.
"Didn't you say you were feeling under the weather, earlier today?" Sam asked, not looking up. Her foot was still stimulating Bailey's erection and she felt him buck his hips slightly.
"Yeah." Bailey exhaled. "Sam?" Bailey cleared his throat, trying to speak with his normal voice instead of the gruff one that echoed through the dinning room.
"Yes Bail?" Sam finally made eye contact with him, and what she saw in his eyes took her breath away. A mixture of anger, caution, confusion, desire, and love danced in a melee of emotions. «Maybe I went too far?» Sam started questioning herself.
"Can I see you in the hall for a second?" Bailey got up, leaving the napkin somewhat on his lap to conceal his aroused state.
Sam silently followed him to the hall. «It's now or never.» She thought, finally summing up the courage to discuss her feelings with him. She found him leaning against the wall, his head back and his eyes closed. She looked down at the lump in his pants and felt herself getting moist.
"What are you doing, Sam?" Bailey jarred her thoughts.
Sam's eyes grew wide. She looked back down at his pants and tried to think of a reason for staring at them. «Damn it, he caught me.» She cursed herself.
Bailey walked up to her and watched her with his deep chocolate-brown eyes. "Sam, you have to understand my position here . . . " Bailey started. "The bureau frowns, if not prohibits these kinds of relationships."
"What about my position?" Sam objected. "What about my feelings?" Tears threatened to spill, for Sam's fears were confirmed : rejection. She dropped her head into her hands. "Since when do you adhere to the bureau?" She asked off-hand.
Bailey dropped his eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry . . . " He breathed. It broke his heart to reject her, but it was what the bureau wanted.
Sam nodded silently, and looked at him with puffy, red eyes. "I should go . . . this was a mistake." She choked out.
Bailey caught her wrist. "Don't leave Sam." He pleaded with her. She tried to break free from his hold but he held her in a deep hug. "Don't fight me . . . " He whispered in her ear.
Sam pressed her head into his shoulder and he felt tears crash right through his t-shirt. Bailey gently rubbed his hands over her back, stopping to touch her bare skin. "I'm going." Sam stated again, and broke free of the hug. She slipped on her shoes.
"It's cold out there." Bailey said, trying to think of reasons for her to stay. Sam picked up his black jacket and slipped it on. "You don't have a mode of transportation." He reasoned. He watch her pick up his car keys. She stepped out of the door and headed towards his car. "Jack's out there." He said, instantly regretting it. He wanted her to be close - he wanted to protect her.
Sam stood idly in front of the car. She turned around and just looked at Bailey. "You've changed." She whispered to herself. "We've changed." She turned and opened the car door, started the engine and backed out of the driveway. Sam cast Bailey a last sideways glance before driving off into the night.
Bailey dropped his head in shame. This wasn't right - what he was doing to her wasn't fair. But there was nothing to be done . . . for the moment.
--TBC--