He'd expected to spend the evening tongue-tied; even gone so far as to
mentally prepare himself for Sam's rejection when he did end up tripping
over his words.
But the rejection never came and despite all his apprehension, he found himself have a good time. A great time in fact, and if Sam's smile was any indication she seemed to be enjoying herself. Usually he found himself fumbling for the right thing to say on dates, but they'd made it past appetizers without a single lull in the conversation and he couldn't help but feel hopeful.
Maybe it was because they knew already knew each other; had taken the time to form a friendship before moving on to the next level. Or maybe it was just that they were from the same world, had enough in common to avoid the awkward pitfalls of dating -either way he wasn't about to complain. He'd spent far too much time envisioning this moment to worry about the hows or the whys.
"This is a really nice place, how on earth did you find it?" Sam asked smiling over the rim of her wine glass.
"I live around the corner. Never actually eaten here, but it looked nice from the outside," he replied, blushing slightly at the admission.
It was a place he'd passed on his way home every day, and the only patrons he'd ever seen had been young couples dressed in black tie. It seemed the perfect choice and now that they were seated, surrounded by soft music and glowing candles, he found himself glad he'd spent the extra money on rent to live in a nice neighborhood.
"You have a good eye," Sam commented, her smile widening in a way that made Martin glad he was sitting down.
The waiter arrived with their meal before he had a chance to respond -probably a good thing since the only response he could come up with involved telling Sam exactly what kind of eye he had. He didn't think she'd mind, but still, it was a little too cliché, even for him.
They passed the meal in friendly chatter, mostly about his life before New York and Sam's girlhood days. It was nice, in a way he wasn't quite expecting. Just being able to sit and share memories, funny stories and even some more personal things that he'd never been able to share with anyone.
Talking to Sam was easy, more than that he felt like he knew her, felt like she knew him and it made the entire experience that much better.
"You ready to head out?" he asked, signing the credit card slip and making sure Sam saw the generous tip amount.
"I just need to freshen up, meet you outside?" Sam asked, gathering her purse and coat and waiting for Martin's nod before heading towards the washroom.
He waited until she'd disappeared from sight before gathering his own coat and heading towards the exit. The temperature had dropped considerably since they'd arrive and he found himself shivering. It was only a few blocks to his apartment but he wasn't sure if he'd be overstepping his bounds by inviting Sam to come home with him.
The dinner had gone well and it only seemed a natural next step. Still, Martin had never been very good at subtlety and somehow doubted he could casually invite her over for drinks. Before he had a chance to decide the door opened and Sam stepped outside, shivering and pulling her coat tight.
"It got cold," she commented, rubbing her hands together.
"You want my coat?" Martin asked, not bothering to consider what he'd do without it.
"That's alright. You said you lived around the corner right? So it should take us long to get there," Sam replied, smiling again at Martin's shock.
And alright, he hadn't expected Sam to invite herself over, but it saved him the trouble so he forced himself to smile, taking her arm and leading her down the street.
He wanted to run but Sam seemed content to stroll along, clutching his arm until they were practically melting into one another. For the eighth time he wished he'd chosen the restaurant right next door to his building. It was only three blocks, but the walk seemed to take an eternity and all he could concentrate on was the warm body next to his.
"Well, this is it," he said, breathing a sigh of relief when they finally made it to his doorstep.
He ushered Sam inside, unlocking doors with shaky hands and trying to still his nerves. It wasn't until they were safely inside his apartment that he felt himself calm. Calm disappeared as Sam invaded his space, smiling slightly and wetting her lips. He felt as though he was trapped in time, watching in slow motion as she drifted closer.
And then her lips were pressed against his and he found himself frowning.
"Wow, that was really bad," Sam commented as she pulled away.
"I know..." Martin replied, and this wasn't turning out the way he hoped.
"You know, I'm sorry dude, but I think I hate you," Sam stated, grimacing and wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve.
"Oh my God, I think I'm gay," Martin replied, the realization hitting him like a freight train.
"Yeah, kinda figured," Sam mused. "You know, I think I'm going to head over to Jack's. Maybe you should call Danny," she continued, picking her purse up off the floor and heading towards the door.
"Yeah, sorry about this," Martin replied, opening the door for Sam.
"No problem, see you at work," Sam answered, slipping outside and leaving Martin alone.
The End.
A/N: What? You actually thought I was a Sam/Martin shipper? *snorts*
But the rejection never came and despite all his apprehension, he found himself have a good time. A great time in fact, and if Sam's smile was any indication she seemed to be enjoying herself. Usually he found himself fumbling for the right thing to say on dates, but they'd made it past appetizers without a single lull in the conversation and he couldn't help but feel hopeful.
Maybe it was because they knew already knew each other; had taken the time to form a friendship before moving on to the next level. Or maybe it was just that they were from the same world, had enough in common to avoid the awkward pitfalls of dating -either way he wasn't about to complain. He'd spent far too much time envisioning this moment to worry about the hows or the whys.
"This is a really nice place, how on earth did you find it?" Sam asked smiling over the rim of her wine glass.
"I live around the corner. Never actually eaten here, but it looked nice from the outside," he replied, blushing slightly at the admission.
It was a place he'd passed on his way home every day, and the only patrons he'd ever seen had been young couples dressed in black tie. It seemed the perfect choice and now that they were seated, surrounded by soft music and glowing candles, he found himself glad he'd spent the extra money on rent to live in a nice neighborhood.
"You have a good eye," Sam commented, her smile widening in a way that made Martin glad he was sitting down.
The waiter arrived with their meal before he had a chance to respond -probably a good thing since the only response he could come up with involved telling Sam exactly what kind of eye he had. He didn't think she'd mind, but still, it was a little too cliché, even for him.
They passed the meal in friendly chatter, mostly about his life before New York and Sam's girlhood days. It was nice, in a way he wasn't quite expecting. Just being able to sit and share memories, funny stories and even some more personal things that he'd never been able to share with anyone.
Talking to Sam was easy, more than that he felt like he knew her, felt like she knew him and it made the entire experience that much better.
"You ready to head out?" he asked, signing the credit card slip and making sure Sam saw the generous tip amount.
"I just need to freshen up, meet you outside?" Sam asked, gathering her purse and coat and waiting for Martin's nod before heading towards the washroom.
He waited until she'd disappeared from sight before gathering his own coat and heading towards the exit. The temperature had dropped considerably since they'd arrive and he found himself shivering. It was only a few blocks to his apartment but he wasn't sure if he'd be overstepping his bounds by inviting Sam to come home with him.
The dinner had gone well and it only seemed a natural next step. Still, Martin had never been very good at subtlety and somehow doubted he could casually invite her over for drinks. Before he had a chance to decide the door opened and Sam stepped outside, shivering and pulling her coat tight.
"It got cold," she commented, rubbing her hands together.
"You want my coat?" Martin asked, not bothering to consider what he'd do without it.
"That's alright. You said you lived around the corner right? So it should take us long to get there," Sam replied, smiling again at Martin's shock.
And alright, he hadn't expected Sam to invite herself over, but it saved him the trouble so he forced himself to smile, taking her arm and leading her down the street.
He wanted to run but Sam seemed content to stroll along, clutching his arm until they were practically melting into one another. For the eighth time he wished he'd chosen the restaurant right next door to his building. It was only three blocks, but the walk seemed to take an eternity and all he could concentrate on was the warm body next to his.
"Well, this is it," he said, breathing a sigh of relief when they finally made it to his doorstep.
He ushered Sam inside, unlocking doors with shaky hands and trying to still his nerves. It wasn't until they were safely inside his apartment that he felt himself calm. Calm disappeared as Sam invaded his space, smiling slightly and wetting her lips. He felt as though he was trapped in time, watching in slow motion as she drifted closer.
And then her lips were pressed against his and he found himself frowning.
"Wow, that was really bad," Sam commented as she pulled away.
"I know..." Martin replied, and this wasn't turning out the way he hoped.
"You know, I'm sorry dude, but I think I hate you," Sam stated, grimacing and wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve.
"Oh my God, I think I'm gay," Martin replied, the realization hitting him like a freight train.
"Yeah, kinda figured," Sam mused. "You know, I think I'm going to head over to Jack's. Maybe you should call Danny," she continued, picking her purse up off the floor and heading towards the door.
"Yeah, sorry about this," Martin replied, opening the door for Sam.
"No problem, see you at work," Sam answered, slipping outside and leaving Martin alone.
The End.
A/N: What? You actually thought I was a Sam/Martin shipper? *snorts*
