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 again for the reviews. Fuel me up, baby! *grin*
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.7 ) ---------------
Bailey stepped back into the office, when he was sure that all the other members would be away. He needed time to think and now that Liz had taken up residency at his house, he wasn't expecting it there. Telling her that he needed to review some cases, he decided to take a two-hour break to think and sort out the mess that fell into his lap. Stepping out of the elevator, he noticed that his desk light was still on. "Sam." He muttered, shaking his head. He walked up and poked his head in, as he had done the night before. There she lay, in all her splendor. She had changed back into Frannie's clothes and looked darling as usual. Bailey looked at the irregular rise and fall of her naked belly and concluded that she wasn't yet asleep. He took of his suit coat and vest, and rolled up his sleeves. He placed his chair opposite the sofa and sat there, just staring at Sam.
Sam knew he would come back, to make sure that she was okay. It was just his style - his way of being. She didn't expect him to make himself comfortable and stare, which was starting to make Sam very anxious. "Are you going to stare all night?" She asked, slightly irritated.
"I could." Came Bailey's soft response.
"No, you couldn't." Sam turned towards him, pulling his jacket up to her chin. "You have someone waiting at home for you, and you can't keep her highness waiting." Sam bit.
Bailey dropped his head to his chest. "Can't you leave her out of our conversations just once!?" He pleaded. Sam closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. "You changed back into Frannie's clothes." Bailey stated the obvious. «Anything to keep her talking.»
"Hmm." Sam shrugged, and turned away from him.
He watched her like a hawk, memorizing each curve of her body. He noticed the baggy jogging pants were slowly slipping down and he could catch a glimpse of a small portion of her fleshy buttocks. He let out a small chuckle.
"What?" Sam asked, turning slightly, catching Bailey in his little reverie.
"You just look adorable in that ensemble, that's all." He shrugged and sought her eyes, but she didn't hold his gaze.
"Goodnight." She gripped the jacket tighter.
"You can't keep sleeping here for two whole weeks, Sam." Bailey's voice softened. "Come home with me."
"I'm fine, thank you." She said.
Bailey sighed and got up. He sat down on the opposite side of the couch, taking Sam's legs and placing them in his lap. He gently massaged them, despite Sam's childish kicking. "Relax, Sam." He said soothingly. "What's happening with Chloe?"
Sam bit her lip. "She's going to stay at her grandparent's house for the rest of the month. She doesn't mind - she loves it there. And besides, they love having her there." Sam paused and drew in a deep breath.
Bailey's hand traveled up her foot and he started caressing her calf and thigh. "But, you miss her."
"Desperately." Sam whispered. "I feel so alone, Bail." Sam got up and knelt on the couch, facing Bailey. He turned to face her, worry creeping on to his face.
"Talk to me, Sam. Don't shut me out." He begged her.
Sam looked into his dark, inviting eyes. "I feel that my little girl is going to be taken away from me. We're growing apart.I'm growing apart from the rest of the world." Sam choked on a sob. "I sometimes don't feel human - I've repressed my anger, fear . . . all those bad feelings, I've repressed them so much that I just go about my business almost mechanically." Sam passed the back of her hand under her nose. "I'm just scared, that it'll all be taken away."
Bailey inched closer to her and cupped her face with his hand. "You mustn't feel this way, Sam." He sighed. "It takes its toll on everyone here, but you have to find ways to cope, to keep you human. Chloe was that way for you, and since she is away at the moment, you're just having these abandonment fears, but they'll all go away once everything returns to normal."
Sam leaned in to Bailey's hand. "You kept me sane, human . . . all these years." It was a mere murmur, but Bailey heard and his heart fell.
He passed his thumb over her lips. "Don't say that." He whispered, as she opened her mouth, giving it a small kiss before taking it into her mouth. Bailey let out a small moan.
"What happened to us? Why did we have to change?" Sam asked, her hands finding Bailey shirt. Grabbing on to the lapels, she pulled herself closer, so that her knees were now touching his thigh.
"Change can be for the good." Bailey stuttered, unsure of what was happening. "Sam . . . "
Sam leaned in and gently pressed her lips against his. She straddled his lap, kneeling, her legs on each side of his thighs. Bailey responded immediately, his hands seeking her naked flesh, bringing her in, crushing her to him. "This has to happen, Bail." Sam breathed in his ear, as she gently caressed his powerful neck with her tongue.
Bailey's hands creeped inside the jogging pants where he explored her toned buttocks. "Oh God . . . " Bailey exhaled as Sam pressed into his growing member. His mouth found hers, and he savagely attacked it, forcing her tongue to play with his.
Sam sucked on his lower lip as she opened his shirt and ran her hands down his powerful chest. She bent down, blowing cool air on his nipple, making it hard. She then reached for it with her teeth, biting on it lightly, casing him to jerk forwards. "You're magnificent, Bail."
Bailey's breathing turned ragged, as he helped Sam off with the t-shirt. He took her breast in his mouth, tasting every inch of skin he could. Sam's hands roamed down his strong back, and she bucked her hips towards him, inciting him. "Sam . . . we shouldn't . . . " Bailey said gruffly, but he was already helping Sam out of the jogging pants.
"I have to . . . " Sam breathed. "I need you, I want you." She bent down and helped Bailey slide out of his pants. "I'm in love, Bail."
Bailey had paused just to hear the last few words uttered. His pants slid to the floor but he never took his eyes off Sam. He felt that his heart was going to explode with the love that he felt for this woman, his angel. He pushed Sam back, forcing her to rest on the couch. Gently opening her legs, he lowered his mouth to her sex, tasting her, pleasing her. Sam brushed her hand through his hair, grabbing tufts whenever his tongue flicked her sensitive spot.
"Bail . . . " Sam's breathing quickened, and Bailey sensed her release. He darted his tongue in and out of her moist folds; a strong euphoric aura enveloping them both. Sam closed her eyes as pleasure rippled through her body. "That was bloody amazing." She stated weakly, causing Bailey to chuckle. Once Sam caught her breath, she knelt down on the sofa, and forced Bailey to sit. "One good turn deserves another." She said, and began to massage his throbbing erection.
Bailey gripped the edge of the sofa. "God, Sam . . . " He exhaled loudly. She began to pump his shaft, causing him to buck his hips, meeting her rhythm.
Sam released him and placed her hands on his hips. "I work alone." Sam flashed him a smile, and bent down, taking his arousal in her mouth.
Bailey threw his head back in ecstasy. "Sam . . . I love you too." He said, trying to fight and accept the wave of delight that flowed through his body. He gently combed her hair with his fingers, brushing it to the side, as Sam continued to pleasure him. When she felt him tense, she got up and straddled him again. Both moaned when Bailey entered her. He reached up, placing a hand behind her neck, and drew her in for another passionate kiss. "Sam . . . " Bailey knew he was soon going to go over the edge.
"Me too." Sam said breathlessly. Bailey sped up his strokes as Sam came down, meeting her in a jubilant utopia of pleasured emotions. Sam collapsed against Bailey, slowly moving up and down as the sensation slowly subsided. "Incredible." She said, pressing her now sweaty body against his. Her hands roamed up and down his strong back, stopping at the base of his neck. She kissed the hollow of his neck and hungered for his lips.
Bailey was in heaven. He was still buried in Sam, and the mere thought of her naked body was enough to spring him back to life. He tried to push his thoughts to something else, but he could never stop thinking of Sam. «She loves me.» He thought, and smiled distantly. Sam caught hold and smiled herself, kissing him gently on his grinning lips. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder, sleep and exhaustion finally consuming her. Bailey looked down and stroked her golden hair, placing a feather kiss on her forehead. He helped her on to the couch and gingerly dressed her. Once finished, he leaned on the couch, gazing at her eternal beauty, and feeling the love coursing through his veins. He held up his hand to touch her once more, but mentally stopped himself. «Not just yet . . . » He thought solemnly and picked up his suit jacket sans vest and walked out the door. Checking his watch, he figured he should go back to Liz, to clear things up. «Change can be for the good.» He repeated to himself, as he stepped out in the early hours of the morn.
--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 again for the reviews. Fuel me up, baby! *grin*
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.7 ) ---------------
Bailey stepped back into the office, when he was sure that all the other members would be away. He needed time to think and now that Liz had taken up residency at his house, he wasn't expecting it there. Telling her that he needed to review some cases, he decided to take a two-hour break to think and sort out the mess that fell into his lap. Stepping out of the elevator, he noticed that his desk light was still on. "Sam." He muttered, shaking his head. He walked up and poked his head in, as he had done the night before. There she lay, in all her splendor. She had changed back into Frannie's clothes and looked darling as usual. Bailey looked at the irregular rise and fall of her naked belly and concluded that she wasn't yet asleep. He took of his suit coat and vest, and rolled up his sleeves. He placed his chair opposite the sofa and sat there, just staring at Sam.
Sam knew he would come back, to make sure that she was okay. It was just his style - his way of being. She didn't expect him to make himself comfortable and stare, which was starting to make Sam very anxious. "Are you going to stare all night?" She asked, slightly irritated.
"I could." Came Bailey's soft response.
"No, you couldn't." Sam turned towards him, pulling his jacket up to her chin. "You have someone waiting at home for you, and you can't keep her highness waiting." Sam bit.
Bailey dropped his head to his chest. "Can't you leave her out of our conversations just once!?" He pleaded. Sam closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. "You changed back into Frannie's clothes." Bailey stated the obvious. «Anything to keep her talking.»
"Hmm." Sam shrugged, and turned away from him.
He watched her like a hawk, memorizing each curve of her body. He noticed the baggy jogging pants were slowly slipping down and he could catch a glimpse of a small portion of her fleshy buttocks. He let out a small chuckle.
"What?" Sam asked, turning slightly, catching Bailey in his little reverie.
"You just look adorable in that ensemble, that's all." He shrugged and sought her eyes, but she didn't hold his gaze.
"Goodnight." She gripped the jacket tighter.
"You can't keep sleeping here for two whole weeks, Sam." Bailey's voice softened. "Come home with me."
"I'm fine, thank you." She said.
Bailey sighed and got up. He sat down on the opposite side of the couch, taking Sam's legs and placing them in his lap. He gently massaged them, despite Sam's childish kicking. "Relax, Sam." He said soothingly. "What's happening with Chloe?"
Sam bit her lip. "She's going to stay at her grandparent's house for the rest of the month. She doesn't mind - she loves it there. And besides, they love having her there." Sam paused and drew in a deep breath.
Bailey's hand traveled up her foot and he started caressing her calf and thigh. "But, you miss her."
"Desperately." Sam whispered. "I feel so alone, Bail." Sam got up and knelt on the couch, facing Bailey. He turned to face her, worry creeping on to his face.
"Talk to me, Sam. Don't shut me out." He begged her.
Sam looked into his dark, inviting eyes. "I feel that my little girl is going to be taken away from me. We're growing apart.I'm growing apart from the rest of the world." Sam choked on a sob. "I sometimes don't feel human - I've repressed my anger, fear . . . all those bad feelings, I've repressed them so much that I just go about my business almost mechanically." Sam passed the back of her hand under her nose. "I'm just scared, that it'll all be taken away."
Bailey inched closer to her and cupped her face with his hand. "You mustn't feel this way, Sam." He sighed. "It takes its toll on everyone here, but you have to find ways to cope, to keep you human. Chloe was that way for you, and since she is away at the moment, you're just having these abandonment fears, but they'll all go away once everything returns to normal."
Sam leaned in to Bailey's hand. "You kept me sane, human . . . all these years." It was a mere murmur, but Bailey heard and his heart fell.
He passed his thumb over her lips. "Don't say that." He whispered, as she opened her mouth, giving it a small kiss before taking it into her mouth. Bailey let out a small moan.
"What happened to us? Why did we have to change?" Sam asked, her hands finding Bailey shirt. Grabbing on to the lapels, she pulled herself closer, so that her knees were now touching his thigh.
"Change can be for the good." Bailey stuttered, unsure of what was happening. "Sam . . . "
Sam leaned in and gently pressed her lips against his. She straddled his lap, kneeling, her legs on each side of his thighs. Bailey responded immediately, his hands seeking her naked flesh, bringing her in, crushing her to him. "This has to happen, Bail." Sam breathed in his ear, as she gently caressed his powerful neck with her tongue.
Bailey's hands creeped inside the jogging pants where he explored her toned buttocks. "Oh God . . . " Bailey exhaled as Sam pressed into his growing member. His mouth found hers, and he savagely attacked it, forcing her tongue to play with his.
Sam sucked on his lower lip as she opened his shirt and ran her hands down his powerful chest. She bent down, blowing cool air on his nipple, making it hard. She then reached for it with her teeth, biting on it lightly, casing him to jerk forwards. "You're magnificent, Bail."
Bailey's breathing turned ragged, as he helped Sam off with the t-shirt. He took her breast in his mouth, tasting every inch of skin he could. Sam's hands roamed down his strong back, and she bucked her hips towards him, inciting him. "Sam . . . we shouldn't . . . " Bailey said gruffly, but he was already helping Sam out of the jogging pants.
"I have to . . . " Sam breathed. "I need you, I want you." She bent down and helped Bailey slide out of his pants. "I'm in love, Bail."
Bailey had paused just to hear the last few words uttered. His pants slid to the floor but he never took his eyes off Sam. He felt that his heart was going to explode with the love that he felt for this woman, his angel. He pushed Sam back, forcing her to rest on the couch. Gently opening her legs, he lowered his mouth to her sex, tasting her, pleasing her. Sam brushed her hand through his hair, grabbing tufts whenever his tongue flicked her sensitive spot.
"Bail . . . " Sam's breathing quickened, and Bailey sensed her release. He darted his tongue in and out of her moist folds; a strong euphoric aura enveloping them both. Sam closed her eyes as pleasure rippled through her body. "That was bloody amazing." She stated weakly, causing Bailey to chuckle. Once Sam caught her breath, she knelt down on the sofa, and forced Bailey to sit. "One good turn deserves another." She said, and began to massage his throbbing erection.
Bailey gripped the edge of the sofa. "God, Sam . . . " He exhaled loudly. She began to pump his shaft, causing him to buck his hips, meeting her rhythm.
Sam released him and placed her hands on his hips. "I work alone." Sam flashed him a smile, and bent down, taking his arousal in her mouth.
Bailey threw his head back in ecstasy. "Sam . . . I love you too." He said, trying to fight and accept the wave of delight that flowed through his body. He gently combed her hair with his fingers, brushing it to the side, as Sam continued to pleasure him. When she felt him tense, she got up and straddled him again. Both moaned when Bailey entered her. He reached up, placing a hand behind her neck, and drew her in for another passionate kiss. "Sam . . . " Bailey knew he was soon going to go over the edge.
"Me too." Sam said breathlessly. Bailey sped up his strokes as Sam came down, meeting her in a jubilant utopia of pleasured emotions. Sam collapsed against Bailey, slowly moving up and down as the sensation slowly subsided. "Incredible." She said, pressing her now sweaty body against his. Her hands roamed up and down his strong back, stopping at the base of his neck. She kissed the hollow of his neck and hungered for his lips.
Bailey was in heaven. He was still buried in Sam, and the mere thought of her naked body was enough to spring him back to life. He tried to push his thoughts to something else, but he could never stop thinking of Sam. «She loves me.» He thought, and smiled distantly. Sam caught hold and smiled herself, kissing him gently on his grinning lips. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder, sleep and exhaustion finally consuming her. Bailey looked down and stroked her golden hair, placing a feather kiss on her forehead. He helped her on to the couch and gingerly dressed her. Once finished, he leaned on the couch, gazing at her eternal beauty, and feeling the love coursing through his veins. He held up his hand to touch her once more, but mentally stopped himself. «Not just yet . . . » He thought solemnly and picked up his suit jacket sans vest and walked out the door. Checking his watch, he figured he should go back to Liz, to clear things up. «Change can be for the good.» He repeated to himself, as he stepped out in the early hours of the morn.
--TBC--