Chapter five
Disclaimer: They are all property of someone… not me… unfortunately.
Author's note: First, thank you for the lovely comments, there are too many people to name here so thank all of you; you guys make this fanfic worthy. This chapter is kind of well, "blah" I just didn't know what to write. I just spent the last hour or so staring as that thing on the screen kept blinking, waiting for me to type something and the only thing that came out was a few sentences. It was like that for days. So this shit came out, err, sorry, but I hope you like it…
Second thing, I started a Martin and Sam Forum @ destinedto.proboards26.com so if you like them go check it out.
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Chapter 5
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"Julia Collins," Jack said as he put a picture of the girl in front of Sam. "Five years old, two hours missing. Her mother called 911 when she didn't found Julia this morning in the park."
Sam gingerly took the picture in her hands, looking somewhat fearful at it. The blond little girl looked back at her. Her deep blue eyes shinning like diamonds and Sam felt a twinge in her heart remembering the case, not long ago, when they failed to find Kathleen. Kathleen looked so much like Julia, with her light blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
When she looked up from the smiling girl she noticed she had lost half of what Jack had said. Her eyes darted over to Martin on a quick motion but enough to catch his questioning eyes. She wanted to throw herself in his arms and just stay there for the rest of the day. She wanted to forget everything; all the pain and only concentrate on his warm touch and the sweet words of comfort she was sure she would get out of his mouth.
"Sam," Jack said and she met his eyes, startled, realizing she had once again lost what he had said, "you and Martin go talk with Lucy Carrol." Lucy Carrol? Who the hell was Lucy Carrol? Well, it wasn't so surprising she didn't know since she hadn't heard a word of what Jack had said. She looked hopefully at Martin and saw him getting up, so she did the same.
"Come on." He patted her back softly - this single act made her shiver with delight - as he stood next to her. "I'll fill you in."
She smiled thankfully at him. "Yeah. I kind of dozed off."
He chuckled silently and they walked side by side to the elevators. "Yeah, Spade, I noticed." He pushed the elevator button and suddenly became serious. "But . . . aside from that, are you all right?"
She looked down; her black boots seeming more attractive then his lovingly face and concerned eyes. "I'm fine."
"Sam . . .," he scolded and put a hand on her arm. "Come on, it's me here, you can talk to me," he whispered, his words making their way through her and she looked up, staring at his eyes. That moment the elevator doors opened, the 'ding' announcing its arrival.
They stepped inside and the moment the doors closed, Sam found herself in Martin's arms. She sighed loudly and deeply, his warmth soothing and lulling her, his scent entering her nose, making her inhale in deeply. "It's just . . ." She closed her eyes; only feeling the moves of the elevator and his strong arms around her. It was a perfect moment, the silence between them relaxing; she didn't want to break it. "It's nothing. I'm going to be fine."
Martin ran his hands softly on her back, pressing his fingers gently as he moved them. His cheek was slightly rested on the side of her head, her smooth hair tickling his face. When he spoke, his mouth was so close to her ear that his warm breath went straight to her skin, sending a shiver through her body. "That's all right. If you want to talk I'll be right here."
She nodded and looked up, wanting to meet his eyes. He was so sweet that she couldn't stop being stunned by his behavior. Before she had never noticed how he acted around her, never noticed how he stuttered sometimes or how his hands were sweating. She never noticed because she was still getting over Jack and her thoughts were only on reasons to not love him. When she had finally allowed herself to live again she started noticing Martin and the sweet way he treated her, which always made her heart melt.
She put her hands on his chest, softly pulling him away, giving her room enough to lean in and place a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips. "I know," she nodded as she spoke. "Thank you."
He chuckled silently, his chest moving with his chuckle and her hands moving with his chest. She smiled up at him, rather innocently. A look in her eyes saying how amused she was. "For . . . ?"
She shrugged, her eyes still on his. "For . . . just for being you."
"You're welcome . . . I guess."
"Yeah, you should say that." She chuckled too and stepped away from him as the elevator came to a stop.
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2 days later . . .
Martin slowly made his away towards the temple of his worshipped goddess - or Sam's desk, carefully not to let her see him before he could make out which mood she was in today. With each step closer he studied her face and body movements as to discover if she was pissed or something that would make him regret the day his was born and make him run.
When this thought crossed his mind he stopped deadly on his feet, right there, in the middle of the FBI Missing Persons Unit level, people passing by him as if he wasn't even there blocking up their path.
He looked at Sam intensely, considering if he really should disturb her, or even get close enough to let her see him. OK, now the dread was taking over. He shook his head, trying to shoo these thoughts away. She was just a small, delicate and beautiful woman, just that.
'With a gun.' Damn that little voice in the bottom of your head.
OK, so she was a beautiful woman with a gun. So . . .? Yeah, beautiful women with guns were really, really dangerous. He bit his inner cheek and thoughts about the possibilities. She couldn't kill him, but nothing would stop her from hurting him and, well, beautiful women + guns = danger. Maybe he would disturb her sometime later.
As he was turning around his eyes caught a glimpse of hers and he felt all his dread taking over again. She had seen him now he had to go over her. Shit.
He smiled a tiny small and she waved a 'I'm not in the mood for that' hand and he knew he was screwed. He walked to her and stopped in front of her desk. Cleaning his throat discreetly he asked, "So, hum, do you want to do something tonight?"
She shot him that evil look and he would've ran, but some kind of invisible force was keeping him paralyzed and he just couldn't move. "Are you blind or something?" She looked at him crossly. She moved as if she was about to get up, and he would really run if she did, but she just shifted position and sat up straight instead.
He wasn't blind, of course not. He had seen wall the paperwork she was doing, papers all around her over the table plus the stress of the last case plus the five cups of coffee she had already drank. He wasn't blind . . . he was just stupid.
He knew what would happen, all the possibilities of what would come of talking to her knowing how moody she was in the past two days and anything was pissing her off. Anything and everything was making her mad. It could be, hum, well, that womanly 'thing' or she was going through something bad. The latter send a tingle of sadness through him, that she would actually shut him out like that, if that was what was really happening.
He focused on her again and saw that she was still waiting a response so he shifted too, changing the foot he was putting his weight over and opened his mouth to speak, "Hum . . . No . . .?" He asked half fearful half hurt which she probably noticed.
"Martin, I . . ." Words failed her so she just sighed and put both hands on her head, covering her face from him. She stayed like that for a few seconds then put her one hand down and the other she ran through her hair, taking a few tresses from her face. "I'm sorry. I just needed some quite, you know?"
"Yeah." He smiled again, assuring her he was all right. "Some times I need some quite too."
She smiled up at him, a beautiful, bright smile that showed him how grateful she was that he had understood. That was new. He had just earned a few points by being understandable. "Don't you have paperwork to do?" she asked softer this time.
"Yeah," he let out in a puff of air. Unfortunately he did have paperwork to do.
"Why don't you come over my place instead?" she asked as she got up and walked around her desk to stood in front of him. "You bring Chinese for dinner and we do the paperwork together." Bring work home was the last thing Sam wanted but if this meant Martin would come along then, that was fine, specially because paperwork was the last thing she had in mind . . .
"Sure. What time?"
She checked the watch on her wrist and looked up back at him. "I have to go see my therapist in twenty minutes. Why don't you come over around seven-ish?"
"Sounds good."
"Yeah."
"I'm going now then. I was about to leave anyway. Just stopped by to see if you wanted to go out."
"OK."
"See ya," Martin said and waved a hand as he left, leaving Sam behind watching him go.
So, now all she had to do was to go to that stupid shrink session.
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She was just finishing to hang her coat up when the doorbell rang. She hurried to answer it and opened without looking through the peephole knowing very well it was Martin. Opening the door she greeted him with a kiss, her fond lips were softly placed among his. Even for a mere second it felt really incredible.
"I stopped by the Blockbuster," he said lifting the hand that was holding a plastic bag.
"I thought we were gonna do paperwork . . .," she said with a witty smile.
"Whatever," he smiled too and walked to the dinner table were Sam's papers were and set his briefcase and Chinese take out there.
"I'll go get the drinks," she said and went to the kitchen. "I have strawberry juice, coke and the so basic coffee. Which one do you want to drink?"
"Coke is fine."
Sam brought everything and Martin helped her to take it to the TV room. Setting everything on the coffee table, Sam took the DVD case and looked at it. "Casablanca?" She looked stunned at him. "You've got to be kidding."
He only shrugged and shoved one piece of chicken from the take out in his mouth. "It's a classic."
"Yeah, that will make me sleep. You know, I've been in sleep deprivation for these past two days. You're my hero," she mocked and made her away to the player, brushing Martin slightly with her smooth skin. The air swiftly brought her scent around his nose and lingered there for a good second or two. He watched as she tried to get the disc out, it wouldn't cooperate, and laughed to himself as she became frustrated.
"Oh yeah, I love it," he said silently to himself, still watching her trying to get the disc out.
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Somewhere along the movie Sam had brought wine to drink instead of the coke, which had ended long before. Each one had a glass of red wine in hands, careful not to have too much, or enough to make either of them drunk.
Half way through the move and she had already closed her eyes at least ten times, and almost fell asleep. The movie was so boring she had to focus on something else to keep herself from sleeping. The tick tock of the clock was something very interesting, but five minutes later it was starting to annoy her. Or a small fly that was buzzing around, but, well, she lost the interest in it minutes later.
For reasons like these she got up and went to the kitchen to get something - or pretended to want something from there - and found the bottle of wine.
She sighed not too loudly and snuggled closely to Martin, linking her arm within his. She placed her head gently on top of his shoulder. He felt a smile of joy come upon him as he glanced down at her.
"I'm bored," she said suddenly after a few moments of silence. "Maybe we should do something more . . . less boring." He looked at her with an eyebrow raised as she sat there looking up at him, grinning.
"Like what?" She giggled and he soon found his lips with hers. It ended, due to her pulling away, just as quickly as it started.
She took his glass of wine from his hand and put it and her own glass down on the coffee table where all the empty take-outs cartons were. Turning back to him she pressed her lips over his before he could say anything. As she moved her lips with his, her hands danced up his body, from his arms to the softness of his dark hair.
She felt his arms crept around her waist, the warmth of them wrapping her body in a ball of comfort and she felt herself being pulled into him, wanting to feel more of his touch, of his tenderness. She shifted and her next position was straddling his lap, her hands softly resting on his shoulders.
She looked in his blue eyes with a expression on her face as if she was amazed by the color of them. It was as if they held some kind of mysterious secret she would discover if she kept looking at them time enough. She brought one hand up and traced it with her fingers, gently, like he might break. He brushed a stray hair from her forehead, their eyes locked in the intimacy of the moment, and very gently he pressed his lips against hers.
She let him kiss her with this alien tenderness, this passion and care as if she was about to break anytime. A long time passed and he finally moved to pull away. She slid her hand up his back and to the side of his face, holding him there in the moment. Then she pulled him into a deeper kiss.
He opened his mouth, letting her have whatever she wanted. He let all the passion building between them float from one body to the other, causing sensations neither of them had never felt before. His warmth now was like fire, which was coming from his body to burn within her.
She pulled away, the need to breath too strong to disregard any longer. She met his eyes and was once more overwhelmed by the love she saw in them. She couldn't stop herself when her fingers made their own way to his shirt and tremulously worked on each button.
Martin put one hand under Sam's chin and brought her head up, searching her eyes, wanting to know if it was all right. She looked at him, in his eyes and silently she gave him authorization to do whatever he wanted to do as her mouth found his again.
Soon his lips left hers to trail soft and gentle kisses along her jaw line down to her neck. She closed her eyes to feel his touches better and got nervous only for a moment when his mouth reached her collar, his fingers working to undo the buttons of her blouse. He pulled it from her right shoulder first, kissing it gently a few times then moved to the other to do the same. He stopped to look at her, to see her shinning eyes and pink lips, to search for any sign of nervousness and was relieved when he found none, her opened blouse revealing her black bra.
He opened his mouth to say something but Sam put a finger over his lips stopping him of doing so then brought her finger down and put her lips on his instead. She got up from his lap and the couch holding his hand to pull him up with her. Her mouth soon found his and kissing him with more passion than she had before, she walked with him to her bedroom, closing the door behind them.
There would, indeed, not be any work done tonight.
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'There is too much light in here.' Sam's eyes still remained closed but her body was now wide awake especially after replaying the moments last night in her mind like a really good movie that you repeat a particular good scene over and over.
With this very thought as a wake up call, her eyes sprung open to face the dreaded morning light, a smile over her lips matching how big her eyes were now. But this was worth waking up for, after all. Confronting the first morning light never felt so exciting.
She was facing the door, nothing in front of her and she regretted the fact that Martin was holding onto her from behind. She tried to move, to turn and look at him, but his arm was heavily around her waist, unconsciously keeping her to him. The warmth of his skin floating now straight to hers, skin against skin.
She sighed and realized that if she wanted to look at him she would have to move from his touch and he would wake up. She didn't want him to wake because she waned to see him sleeping. A strange thought, she knew that, but she just wanted to do something she had never done before.
Lifting his arm slowly and carefully she turned around, her head resting by his on the pillow, his soft breath straight to her face, his scent invading her nose. She stayed like that, just watching him for a few seconds, until his eyes slowly opened.
"Hey," he murmured with a sleepy voice. "Were you watching me?" he asked overstating the obvious and she rolled her eyes playfully.
"Maybe," she whispered, her lips mere inches from his, teasing him. "Did you sleep well?"
"Not that I really slept," he mumbled and kissed her forehead, his arms reached to pull her closer as his hands touched her silk skin. "Morning."
"Morning," she whispered, sighing deeply, happiness washing over her, running within her body. She was feeling like she had never felt. Not that it was really a surprise.
She kissed him softly, her lips gently moving over his, and pulled away. She snuggled in him, her head resting on his chest, her hand mapping unknown figures on his skin and his arms locked around her body.
"I love you," she whispered, out of nowhere.
Martin tightened his hold on her body then shifted, making Sam lay flat on the mattress and he laying on the side of his body to where he was almost on top of her. He gently touched her forehead and tucked a tress of golden hair behind her ear then leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you too," he said softly when he pulled away, his lips only inches from hers, making his breath caress her lips.
She pulled herself up enough to kiss him again. One hand went to the back of his neck, bringing him down as she did the same to rest again on the mattress, this time all Martin's weight was right over her. She deepened the kiss as his lips parted allowing her entrance and soon their tongues were dancing together, feeling each other, feeling the taste Martin and Sam were getting used to.
He pulled away first, needing to breath, but rested his forehead on hers. She tightened the grip on his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on her. The need for him, the desire to be with him getting stronger and stronger with each passing minute.
Suddenly, much to Martin's surprise, she pulled away from him and out of the bed, taking the sheet with her to cover her naked body.
"And you did this because . . .," he asked, frozen in the same position he was when she left the bed, too startled by what had just happened to move.
"Did you see what time is?"
"No . . .?"
"Martin!" she said rather harshly, confused by his own confusion. "We have less than one hour to get ready and be at the FBI in time!"
Now, he was out of that so strange confused situation, he finally looked at the clock. The numbers on it slowly registering in his mind. His mind on the other hand was working on why that beautiful woman wasn't under him anymore.
Finally his brain registering that little information of time and he let himself fall out of the bed. He sighed heavily and cursed anything that crossed his mind. Too caught up with his rambling, he hadn't noticed that Sam was putting clothes on and hurrying around the room.
"Damn! I forgot to turn on the alarm clock," she muttered as she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When she was back Martin was still laying on the bed, his full naked body relaxed and with no worries. "Martin!"
"I'm getting up," he mumbled and slowly got out of the bed. Too slowly, Sam noticed. He put on his clothes and sat on the bed waiting for something neither of them was sure.
Sam watched him for two seconds and chuckled, which caught Martin's attention and he brought his eyes to her. "You know," she started and sat beside him, "this is going to be fun."
"What?"
"To see you struggling with yourself to keep your hands off me during work."
He groaned incoherent words and fell back on the bed. She giggled this time and looked down at him understandably then patted his leg.
"Time to go, buddy," she said, still giggling.
He got up with her and they walked together to the TV room where Martin's coat was. He put it on; breathing out some curses knowing very well Sam was watching him.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said softly, one hand resting on his arm as they walked to the door after Martin had taken his briefcase off the dinning room table. He turned to look at her, waiting for her next words. "I'll even let you put your hands on me when no one is looking," she whispered flirtatiously, noticing the desire in him was growing.
"You suck," he mumbled out just before kissing her lips.
"But you love me anyway."
"Hell, yeah," he kissed her softly one more time. His lips touching hers and they were like fire always burning and getting stronger and bigger. A shiver ran down her body as she remembered those same lips had touched every inch of her body, causing every kind of sensations.
He opened the door and stepped out, his eyes still on hers, not being capable of taking them away from her eyes. The way they shone, they way she looked at him; it was so incredible, so damn good. She made him feel so special.
She leaned closer to him, his lips touching the skin of his ear. "I love you," she whispered, sending shivers through him.
"Me too," he kissed her for the last time - he promised himself it would be - and stepped away. "Bye."
"Bye. See you later," she said and closed the door, putting a thick piece of wood between them, but only putting a barrage between their bodies because mentally they were still very connected. "See you later," she whispered to herself, wishing she hadn't had to let him go just yet; wishing she could have stayed with him a little longer.
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End of chapter five. Hope you liked it. I hope to write more soon, but I've been too lazy lately.... I don't even know how I got this chapter done, tough it sucks... I hated this chapter...
Disclaimer: They are all property of someone… not me… unfortunately.
Author's note: First, thank you for the lovely comments, there are too many people to name here so thank all of you; you guys make this fanfic worthy. This chapter is kind of well, "blah" I just didn't know what to write. I just spent the last hour or so staring as that thing on the screen kept blinking, waiting for me to type something and the only thing that came out was a few sentences. It was like that for days. So this shit came out, err, sorry, but I hope you like it…
Second thing, I started a Martin and Sam Forum @ destinedto.proboards26.com so if you like them go check it out.
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Chapter 5
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"Julia Collins," Jack said as he put a picture of the girl in front of Sam. "Five years old, two hours missing. Her mother called 911 when she didn't found Julia this morning in the park."
Sam gingerly took the picture in her hands, looking somewhat fearful at it. The blond little girl looked back at her. Her deep blue eyes shinning like diamonds and Sam felt a twinge in her heart remembering the case, not long ago, when they failed to find Kathleen. Kathleen looked so much like Julia, with her light blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
When she looked up from the smiling girl she noticed she had lost half of what Jack had said. Her eyes darted over to Martin on a quick motion but enough to catch his questioning eyes. She wanted to throw herself in his arms and just stay there for the rest of the day. She wanted to forget everything; all the pain and only concentrate on his warm touch and the sweet words of comfort she was sure she would get out of his mouth.
"Sam," Jack said and she met his eyes, startled, realizing she had once again lost what he had said, "you and Martin go talk with Lucy Carrol." Lucy Carrol? Who the hell was Lucy Carrol? Well, it wasn't so surprising she didn't know since she hadn't heard a word of what Jack had said. She looked hopefully at Martin and saw him getting up, so she did the same.
"Come on." He patted her back softly - this single act made her shiver with delight - as he stood next to her. "I'll fill you in."
She smiled thankfully at him. "Yeah. I kind of dozed off."
He chuckled silently and they walked side by side to the elevators. "Yeah, Spade, I noticed." He pushed the elevator button and suddenly became serious. "But . . . aside from that, are you all right?"
She looked down; her black boots seeming more attractive then his lovingly face and concerned eyes. "I'm fine."
"Sam . . .," he scolded and put a hand on her arm. "Come on, it's me here, you can talk to me," he whispered, his words making their way through her and she looked up, staring at his eyes. That moment the elevator doors opened, the 'ding' announcing its arrival.
They stepped inside and the moment the doors closed, Sam found herself in Martin's arms. She sighed loudly and deeply, his warmth soothing and lulling her, his scent entering her nose, making her inhale in deeply. "It's just . . ." She closed her eyes; only feeling the moves of the elevator and his strong arms around her. It was a perfect moment, the silence between them relaxing; she didn't want to break it. "It's nothing. I'm going to be fine."
Martin ran his hands softly on her back, pressing his fingers gently as he moved them. His cheek was slightly rested on the side of her head, her smooth hair tickling his face. When he spoke, his mouth was so close to her ear that his warm breath went straight to her skin, sending a shiver through her body. "That's all right. If you want to talk I'll be right here."
She nodded and looked up, wanting to meet his eyes. He was so sweet that she couldn't stop being stunned by his behavior. Before she had never noticed how he acted around her, never noticed how he stuttered sometimes or how his hands were sweating. She never noticed because she was still getting over Jack and her thoughts were only on reasons to not love him. When she had finally allowed herself to live again she started noticing Martin and the sweet way he treated her, which always made her heart melt.
She put her hands on his chest, softly pulling him away, giving her room enough to lean in and place a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips. "I know," she nodded as she spoke. "Thank you."
He chuckled silently, his chest moving with his chuckle and her hands moving with his chest. She smiled up at him, rather innocently. A look in her eyes saying how amused she was. "For . . . ?"
She shrugged, her eyes still on his. "For . . . just for being you."
"You're welcome . . . I guess."
"Yeah, you should say that." She chuckled too and stepped away from him as the elevator came to a stop.
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2 days later . . .
Martin slowly made his away towards the temple of his worshipped goddess - or Sam's desk, carefully not to let her see him before he could make out which mood she was in today. With each step closer he studied her face and body movements as to discover if she was pissed or something that would make him regret the day his was born and make him run.
When this thought crossed his mind he stopped deadly on his feet, right there, in the middle of the FBI Missing Persons Unit level, people passing by him as if he wasn't even there blocking up their path.
He looked at Sam intensely, considering if he really should disturb her, or even get close enough to let her see him. OK, now the dread was taking over. He shook his head, trying to shoo these thoughts away. She was just a small, delicate and beautiful woman, just that.
'With a gun.' Damn that little voice in the bottom of your head.
OK, so she was a beautiful woman with a gun. So . . .? Yeah, beautiful women with guns were really, really dangerous. He bit his inner cheek and thoughts about the possibilities. She couldn't kill him, but nothing would stop her from hurting him and, well, beautiful women + guns = danger. Maybe he would disturb her sometime later.
As he was turning around his eyes caught a glimpse of hers and he felt all his dread taking over again. She had seen him now he had to go over her. Shit.
He smiled a tiny small and she waved a 'I'm not in the mood for that' hand and he knew he was screwed. He walked to her and stopped in front of her desk. Cleaning his throat discreetly he asked, "So, hum, do you want to do something tonight?"
She shot him that evil look and he would've ran, but some kind of invisible force was keeping him paralyzed and he just couldn't move. "Are you blind or something?" She looked at him crossly. She moved as if she was about to get up, and he would really run if she did, but she just shifted position and sat up straight instead.
He wasn't blind, of course not. He had seen wall the paperwork she was doing, papers all around her over the table plus the stress of the last case plus the five cups of coffee she had already drank. He wasn't blind . . . he was just stupid.
He knew what would happen, all the possibilities of what would come of talking to her knowing how moody she was in the past two days and anything was pissing her off. Anything and everything was making her mad. It could be, hum, well, that womanly 'thing' or she was going through something bad. The latter send a tingle of sadness through him, that she would actually shut him out like that, if that was what was really happening.
He focused on her again and saw that she was still waiting a response so he shifted too, changing the foot he was putting his weight over and opened his mouth to speak, "Hum . . . No . . .?" He asked half fearful half hurt which she probably noticed.
"Martin, I . . ." Words failed her so she just sighed and put both hands on her head, covering her face from him. She stayed like that for a few seconds then put her one hand down and the other she ran through her hair, taking a few tresses from her face. "I'm sorry. I just needed some quite, you know?"
"Yeah." He smiled again, assuring her he was all right. "Some times I need some quite too."
She smiled up at him, a beautiful, bright smile that showed him how grateful she was that he had understood. That was new. He had just earned a few points by being understandable. "Don't you have paperwork to do?" she asked softer this time.
"Yeah," he let out in a puff of air. Unfortunately he did have paperwork to do.
"Why don't you come over my place instead?" she asked as she got up and walked around her desk to stood in front of him. "You bring Chinese for dinner and we do the paperwork together." Bring work home was the last thing Sam wanted but if this meant Martin would come along then, that was fine, specially because paperwork was the last thing she had in mind . . .
"Sure. What time?"
She checked the watch on her wrist and looked up back at him. "I have to go see my therapist in twenty minutes. Why don't you come over around seven-ish?"
"Sounds good."
"Yeah."
"I'm going now then. I was about to leave anyway. Just stopped by to see if you wanted to go out."
"OK."
"See ya," Martin said and waved a hand as he left, leaving Sam behind watching him go.
So, now all she had to do was to go to that stupid shrink session.
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She was just finishing to hang her coat up when the doorbell rang. She hurried to answer it and opened without looking through the peephole knowing very well it was Martin. Opening the door she greeted him with a kiss, her fond lips were softly placed among his. Even for a mere second it felt really incredible.
"I stopped by the Blockbuster," he said lifting the hand that was holding a plastic bag.
"I thought we were gonna do paperwork . . .," she said with a witty smile.
"Whatever," he smiled too and walked to the dinner table were Sam's papers were and set his briefcase and Chinese take out there.
"I'll go get the drinks," she said and went to the kitchen. "I have strawberry juice, coke and the so basic coffee. Which one do you want to drink?"
"Coke is fine."
Sam brought everything and Martin helped her to take it to the TV room. Setting everything on the coffee table, Sam took the DVD case and looked at it. "Casablanca?" She looked stunned at him. "You've got to be kidding."
He only shrugged and shoved one piece of chicken from the take out in his mouth. "It's a classic."
"Yeah, that will make me sleep. You know, I've been in sleep deprivation for these past two days. You're my hero," she mocked and made her away to the player, brushing Martin slightly with her smooth skin. The air swiftly brought her scent around his nose and lingered there for a good second or two. He watched as she tried to get the disc out, it wouldn't cooperate, and laughed to himself as she became frustrated.
"Oh yeah, I love it," he said silently to himself, still watching her trying to get the disc out.
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Somewhere along the movie Sam had brought wine to drink instead of the coke, which had ended long before. Each one had a glass of red wine in hands, careful not to have too much, or enough to make either of them drunk.
Half way through the move and she had already closed her eyes at least ten times, and almost fell asleep. The movie was so boring she had to focus on something else to keep herself from sleeping. The tick tock of the clock was something very interesting, but five minutes later it was starting to annoy her. Or a small fly that was buzzing around, but, well, she lost the interest in it minutes later.
For reasons like these she got up and went to the kitchen to get something - or pretended to want something from there - and found the bottle of wine.
She sighed not too loudly and snuggled closely to Martin, linking her arm within his. She placed her head gently on top of his shoulder. He felt a smile of joy come upon him as he glanced down at her.
"I'm bored," she said suddenly after a few moments of silence. "Maybe we should do something more . . . less boring." He looked at her with an eyebrow raised as she sat there looking up at him, grinning.
"Like what?" She giggled and he soon found his lips with hers. It ended, due to her pulling away, just as quickly as it started.
She took his glass of wine from his hand and put it and her own glass down on the coffee table where all the empty take-outs cartons were. Turning back to him she pressed her lips over his before he could say anything. As she moved her lips with his, her hands danced up his body, from his arms to the softness of his dark hair.
She felt his arms crept around her waist, the warmth of them wrapping her body in a ball of comfort and she felt herself being pulled into him, wanting to feel more of his touch, of his tenderness. She shifted and her next position was straddling his lap, her hands softly resting on his shoulders.
She looked in his blue eyes with a expression on her face as if she was amazed by the color of them. It was as if they held some kind of mysterious secret she would discover if she kept looking at them time enough. She brought one hand up and traced it with her fingers, gently, like he might break. He brushed a stray hair from her forehead, their eyes locked in the intimacy of the moment, and very gently he pressed his lips against hers.
She let him kiss her with this alien tenderness, this passion and care as if she was about to break anytime. A long time passed and he finally moved to pull away. She slid her hand up his back and to the side of his face, holding him there in the moment. Then she pulled him into a deeper kiss.
He opened his mouth, letting her have whatever she wanted. He let all the passion building between them float from one body to the other, causing sensations neither of them had never felt before. His warmth now was like fire, which was coming from his body to burn within her.
She pulled away, the need to breath too strong to disregard any longer. She met his eyes and was once more overwhelmed by the love she saw in them. She couldn't stop herself when her fingers made their own way to his shirt and tremulously worked on each button.
Martin put one hand under Sam's chin and brought her head up, searching her eyes, wanting to know if it was all right. She looked at him, in his eyes and silently she gave him authorization to do whatever he wanted to do as her mouth found his again.
Soon his lips left hers to trail soft and gentle kisses along her jaw line down to her neck. She closed her eyes to feel his touches better and got nervous only for a moment when his mouth reached her collar, his fingers working to undo the buttons of her blouse. He pulled it from her right shoulder first, kissing it gently a few times then moved to the other to do the same. He stopped to look at her, to see her shinning eyes and pink lips, to search for any sign of nervousness and was relieved when he found none, her opened blouse revealing her black bra.
He opened his mouth to say something but Sam put a finger over his lips stopping him of doing so then brought her finger down and put her lips on his instead. She got up from his lap and the couch holding his hand to pull him up with her. Her mouth soon found his and kissing him with more passion than she had before, she walked with him to her bedroom, closing the door behind them.
There would, indeed, not be any work done tonight.
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'There is too much light in here.' Sam's eyes still remained closed but her body was now wide awake especially after replaying the moments last night in her mind like a really good movie that you repeat a particular good scene over and over.
With this very thought as a wake up call, her eyes sprung open to face the dreaded morning light, a smile over her lips matching how big her eyes were now. But this was worth waking up for, after all. Confronting the first morning light never felt so exciting.
She was facing the door, nothing in front of her and she regretted the fact that Martin was holding onto her from behind. She tried to move, to turn and look at him, but his arm was heavily around her waist, unconsciously keeping her to him. The warmth of his skin floating now straight to hers, skin against skin.
She sighed and realized that if she wanted to look at him she would have to move from his touch and he would wake up. She didn't want him to wake because she waned to see him sleeping. A strange thought, she knew that, but she just wanted to do something she had never done before.
Lifting his arm slowly and carefully she turned around, her head resting by his on the pillow, his soft breath straight to her face, his scent invading her nose. She stayed like that, just watching him for a few seconds, until his eyes slowly opened.
"Hey," he murmured with a sleepy voice. "Were you watching me?" he asked overstating the obvious and she rolled her eyes playfully.
"Maybe," she whispered, her lips mere inches from his, teasing him. "Did you sleep well?"
"Not that I really slept," he mumbled and kissed her forehead, his arms reached to pull her closer as his hands touched her silk skin. "Morning."
"Morning," she whispered, sighing deeply, happiness washing over her, running within her body. She was feeling like she had never felt. Not that it was really a surprise.
She kissed him softly, her lips gently moving over his, and pulled away. She snuggled in him, her head resting on his chest, her hand mapping unknown figures on his skin and his arms locked around her body.
"I love you," she whispered, out of nowhere.
Martin tightened his hold on her body then shifted, making Sam lay flat on the mattress and he laying on the side of his body to where he was almost on top of her. He gently touched her forehead and tucked a tress of golden hair behind her ear then leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you too," he said softly when he pulled away, his lips only inches from hers, making his breath caress her lips.
She pulled herself up enough to kiss him again. One hand went to the back of his neck, bringing him down as she did the same to rest again on the mattress, this time all Martin's weight was right over her. She deepened the kiss as his lips parted allowing her entrance and soon their tongues were dancing together, feeling each other, feeling the taste Martin and Sam were getting used to.
He pulled away first, needing to breath, but rested his forehead on hers. She tightened the grip on his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on her. The need for him, the desire to be with him getting stronger and stronger with each passing minute.
Suddenly, much to Martin's surprise, she pulled away from him and out of the bed, taking the sheet with her to cover her naked body.
"And you did this because . . .," he asked, frozen in the same position he was when she left the bed, too startled by what had just happened to move.
"Did you see what time is?"
"No . . .?"
"Martin!" she said rather harshly, confused by his own confusion. "We have less than one hour to get ready and be at the FBI in time!"
Now, he was out of that so strange confused situation, he finally looked at the clock. The numbers on it slowly registering in his mind. His mind on the other hand was working on why that beautiful woman wasn't under him anymore.
Finally his brain registering that little information of time and he let himself fall out of the bed. He sighed heavily and cursed anything that crossed his mind. Too caught up with his rambling, he hadn't noticed that Sam was putting clothes on and hurrying around the room.
"Damn! I forgot to turn on the alarm clock," she muttered as she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When she was back Martin was still laying on the bed, his full naked body relaxed and with no worries. "Martin!"
"I'm getting up," he mumbled and slowly got out of the bed. Too slowly, Sam noticed. He put on his clothes and sat on the bed waiting for something neither of them was sure.
Sam watched him for two seconds and chuckled, which caught Martin's attention and he brought his eyes to her. "You know," she started and sat beside him, "this is going to be fun."
"What?"
"To see you struggling with yourself to keep your hands off me during work."
He groaned incoherent words and fell back on the bed. She giggled this time and looked down at him understandably then patted his leg.
"Time to go, buddy," she said, still giggling.
He got up with her and they walked together to the TV room where Martin's coat was. He put it on; breathing out some curses knowing very well Sam was watching him.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said softly, one hand resting on his arm as they walked to the door after Martin had taken his briefcase off the dinning room table. He turned to look at her, waiting for her next words. "I'll even let you put your hands on me when no one is looking," she whispered flirtatiously, noticing the desire in him was growing.
"You suck," he mumbled out just before kissing her lips.
"But you love me anyway."
"Hell, yeah," he kissed her softly one more time. His lips touching hers and they were like fire always burning and getting stronger and bigger. A shiver ran down her body as she remembered those same lips had touched every inch of her body, causing every kind of sensations.
He opened the door and stepped out, his eyes still on hers, not being capable of taking them away from her eyes. The way they shone, they way she looked at him; it was so incredible, so damn good. She made him feel so special.
She leaned closer to him, his lips touching the skin of his ear. "I love you," she whispered, sending shivers through him.
"Me too," he kissed her for the last time - he promised himself it would be - and stepped away. "Bye."
"Bye. See you later," she said and closed the door, putting a thick piece of wood between them, but only putting a barrage between their bodies because mentally they were still very connected. "See you later," she whispered to herself, wishing she hadn't had to let him go just yet; wishing she could have stayed with him a little longer.
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End of chapter five. Hope you liked it. I hope to write more soon, but I've been too lazy lately.... I don't even know how I got this chapter done, tough it sucks... I hated this chapter...