Chapter Seven
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: I'm so so sorry for the delay! I had a major wirter's block and my muse wasn't cooperating at all.
Lia, thanks for beta reading! You rock!
Read and review.
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"So, what exactly are we doing?" Sam asked, coming back to the TV room with a can of Pepsi in her hand.
"We're bowling."
Half away drinking the content from her can, she gasped and almost choked. She finished gulping it and gave him a puzzled look. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Then, let's go." She jumped from the couch and stretched a hand out to him, which he gladly accepted and let her pull him up. They walked to the door, stopping to get their coats and car keys.
As if Sam had just heard a dirty joke during religion class, she started chuckling, out of nowhere. The sound muffled by her lame attempts to keep it to herself, what was more than enough to catch Martin's attention.
"What?"
"Nothing." She tried to sound serious though she was still chuckling and still trying to restrain it.
"You can't chuckle for no reason and keep me out of it."
She looked at him, seeing the curiosity in his eyes. Poor Martin, he'd never know what hit him. "I'm going to seriously kick your ass." She finally said, this time she busted up laughing and kept walking, leaving a stunned Martin behind. But even stunned he didn't let the chance to check out her back - or her ass to be more precise - pass.
Snapping out of his frozen state he hurried his pace to catch up with her. "I'm pretty good, you know."
She glanced at him, tilting her head slightly to the side, a flirtatious gleam in her eyes. "I can tell." She whispered and smiled just as flirtatiously.
He shook his head and couldn't help a smile to break across his face. "I'm talking about bowling."
"And who said I wasn't?"
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"So, umm, when exactly did you learn to bowl?" Martin asked somewhat embarrassed that Sam had hurt his male ego after three strikes in a row.
She sat and took her can of coke to take a sip, then leaned back and watched as Martin chose the right ball. "My girlfriends and I used to hang around to bowl on Saturdays. I never went with them to exactly 'bowl'. It was more because of the cute boy who walked around to help with anything when someone was having problems."
Martin lifted a ball to check the weight of it and turned to look at Sam as a small chuckle left his mouth. "And you were always having problems."
"But of course." She chuckled too. "Specially with how to throw a ball."
He chuckled again shaking his head at the absurdity of her teenage intelligence, not that he had ever done something like that when he was a teen. "Wish me luck." He said, just before turning to throw the ball.
"What you really need, buddy, is to learn how to bowl."
Martin stopped; his hand froze in the middle of throwing the ball, almost falling over his feet, wondering if she had actually said that. He turned to her, a look of shock and surprise on his face. "What did you just say?"
His voice sounded so hurt, what provoked a fit of laughter from Sam due to her knowing that at least half of the 'hurt' was totally faked. "Big egos, like yours, are not sexy." She was standing now, hands on hips, in a posture that was almost daring him to argue with her.
As if getting her unspoken message, he turned to play again. "Not sexy my ass." He muttered, seriously thinking no one besides him could hear and this got more laughs from Sam.
"Your ass is sexy, indeed."
"I'm trying to play here." He sounded so obviously embarrassed that Sam had to laugh more.
"You're just too cute for your own damn good."
"Seriously, you need to shut up now."
She bit her lip, trying to restrain the burst of laughter, almost causing her lip bleed. "I swear to God I'm really trying." She managed to choke out between her laughs. When Martin threw the ball, it ended up running half the way through the corner instead of running down the aisle like it should, Sam started to laugh louder.
"Ok! That's it!" He threw his hands up in frustration, then walked over to her with both hands on his hips and watched as she laughed on and on. "It's humanly impossible someone laugh this much." He said, not that he really cared, he was actually amused by the sound of her laughter, the way she found in a simple and stupid situation a reason for so much happiness.
She walked to him standing face to face, still laughing and with one hand on her belly, but due to her attempts to stop it, slowly the sounds became lower and lower until she was just chuckling. She looked up at him, his smile almost ear to ear, staring intensely at her. "I'd kiss you." She said between deep breaths. "But I'm with..." more hard breath. "Seriously lack of air..." One more hard breathe "... Right now."
Martin slowly sneaked his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him and Samantha rested both her hands on his chest, her eyes meeting his. Suddenly the lack of air turned to be insignificant as she stared deeply into his eyes. The butterflies he gave her came rushing in her belly, she felt chills ran down her body from where Martin's hands were. She couldn't take her eyes off him anymore.
"The lack of air is gone." She whispered, her fingers wrapping around his collar and slowly pulled him to her.
"That's good." He whispered back, they were so close that his breath was warm and right on her lips.
She nodded just before their lips touched. She closed her eyes as the feeling of having his soft lips over again made her shake with desire; she felt as if her body was melting as Martin's lips gently touched hers and brought her arms around his neck to hold onto him quite unsure if her legs would give away.
She leaned into his body, wrapping her arms tightly around him, feeling his arms around her as he slid them from her hips to her waist. She kissed him, tasting his lips as delicately as if she were savoring a new taste. Her arms left their place around his neck to run down his arms and she found herself tracing the muscles of his arms and over his clothed body, murmuring into his mouth.
"Mm?" Martin whispered out, even with her lips locked with his.
"...Mm, love you." She whispered onto his mouth just before kissing him again.
Some time later, when their lungs started to ask for that little, but important, thing called air, they were forced to pull their lips away, letting them apart to allow some breathing room. She rested her forehead on his, her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as his hands were back to her hips, caressing softly there.
"I don't want to bowl anymore." He whispered.
"Me neither." She whispered back and pulled away from him to look in his eyes. She let a sweet smile break across her face as one hand descended from his shoulder to entwine their hands and pulled him with her as she walked towards the exit. "I have something much better in my head." She said casting a quick glance at him, but enough to see his smile, which pretty much said 'a bed and a dark room'.
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"So, Martin how was your... day?" Danny wittily asked, changing the last word, which formerly was 'night' to seem less... pornographic. As soon as he saw Martin walking to his desk, Danny stopped doing whatever he was doing to go bug Martin a little. He really needed to know what was going on between him and Samantha.
"What do you mean?" Martin asked, without even bothering to look at Danny.
Danny chuckled amused at how Martin seemed not to care, or tried to, because after that little scene in the break room he shouldn't be shy about anything. "Come on!" He laughed this time and put the cup of coffee he was holding on Martin's desk. "The way you two were kissing, it seemed you were ready to have a quickie right there."
"I wasn't!"
"You think so just because you weren't the one who saw what I did."
"She just... kissed me." Yeah, really good, Martin, blaming Sam would be a smart way of making Danny stop annoying him.
"Yeah, I'm pretty aware of it." He chuckled again. "How long have you two been together?"
"For a while." Martin answered evasively, still not looking at him.
"So, is she good?"
"Danny, for God's sake...." Martin started but for the lack of good words to say, he just trailed off.
"Come on, tell me." Danny bent down to stay closer to Martin so only he could hear his friend's words. "Is she good?"
Martin leaned closer too, making a mysterious face and wearing a proud smile. Face to face now, Martin whispered slowly, "You'll never now."
The expectant expression on Danny's face faded away to be replaced by one of disappointment and then, amazement. "Oh my God, she must be a fire in bed."
"I told you, you'll never know." Martin said again, though louder this time, focusing again, well, whatever he was doing before being interrupted by Danny.
"Speaking of her, where is she anyway?"
Martin looking around, searching for any kind of gold light, but found none, deducing she hadn't arrived yet. "I don't know." He said and got up turning to the break room to go get some coffee. With a witty smile on his face, he looked at Danny. "Maybe she was too tired to get up early."
"Now you're flattering yourself, Martin." Danny called after him as Martin walked away. He started chuckling to himself, grabbed his cup of coffee and walked towards the break room, but on the way, he saw Sam getting out of the elevator. "Now that's too good." He whispered to himself and changed direction.
Sam opened her heavy coat to take it off as she walked to her desk, but stopped and sighed when she saw Danny walking to her. 'Just what I need' she thought sighing again.
"Hello you." He said with a somewhat flirtatious voice. "Coffee?" He nicely asked, lifting his cup.
"No, thanks." She said and finished taking her coat off. She walked to her desk with the coat hanging on her arm with Danny following behind.
"You seem overly happy today. Any particular reason you'd like to share?"
"Not really." She replayed shortly without looking at him. As she finally got to her desk, with Danny still on her heels, she put her coat on the chair and almost imperceptibly she whirled to look around for Martin. "So... humm, is Martin here yet?" She asked not looking at Danny, a hand rubbing one eye trying not to seem too interested.
He laughed at her ridiculous attempt to be nonchalant and pointed at the general direction of the break room. "He's getting coffee."
"I think I'm going to get some, too." And then she started walking again, with Danny behind. It may have been just a few hours they were apart, but to her, Sam felt as if she hadn't seen him for a long time and all she wanted was to be near him again and see his handsome face.
"I just asked if you wanted and you said..."
"I changed my mind." She cut him off.
Danny hurried his pace to catch up with her and they walked side by side. "Should I stay with you so you won't repeat that lovely scene?"
She quickly glanced up at him, working really hard to keep herself from smiling. "Kiss my ass." She whispered right in the middle of a chuckle.
"Gladly." Danny chuckled too and finally stopped following her. Well, he had some sense to give them some privacy, after all. Even if he was dying to peek and she what those would do.
Sam knocked softly on the threshold, though she didn't need to, just to make herself known and a happy smile broke across her face when Martin turned his head to the soft sound of her voice. "Hey."
"Hey." He gave her his own happy smile in return. "Coffee?"
"Please." She walked inside stopping in front of him to give Martin a quick good morning kiss on the lips, but with an inch of distance between them she stopped. "Is Danny behind me?"
Martin chuckled peeking over her head to check. "No." He said and leaned in the inch between them to kiss her. "Here." He handed her the coffee and rested his back on the counter. "You did see him then..."
"Yeah. Did you go through the same interrogation?"
"Worse. He started asking personal questions."
Sam shook head, trying really hard to restrain the smile that was threatening to break across her face again. She loved Danny as a brother and he was a good friend to her and to Martin, but Danny could be really annoying sometimes. He cared a great deal about Sam, she knew that and that's why he always annoyed her, he did that for the same reason a brother would do to his sister.
Martin shook his head, chuckling himself and took a sip of his coffee. "That's just Danny. There's nothing we can do about it."
"Yup, nothing." She echoed and looked up, smiling at him. "Have a told you I love you lately?"
He widened his eyes as if she had remembered him of something really horrid and let his mouth fall open. "No." He said with as much fake disbelief as he could.
"I love you." She said just before kissing him softly on the lips.
"Me too."
"We should get out of here before Danny comes."
"I know." He said but didn't move an inch from where he was.
"You're not moving."
With an unpleasant groan Martin put his mug down over the table and both walked out of there.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: I'm so so sorry for the delay! I had a major wirter's block and my muse wasn't cooperating at all.
Lia, thanks for beta reading! You rock!
Read and review.
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"So, what exactly are we doing?" Sam asked, coming back to the TV room with a can of Pepsi in her hand.
"We're bowling."
Half away drinking the content from her can, she gasped and almost choked. She finished gulping it and gave him a puzzled look. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Then, let's go." She jumped from the couch and stretched a hand out to him, which he gladly accepted and let her pull him up. They walked to the door, stopping to get their coats and car keys.
As if Sam had just heard a dirty joke during religion class, she started chuckling, out of nowhere. The sound muffled by her lame attempts to keep it to herself, what was more than enough to catch Martin's attention.
"What?"
"Nothing." She tried to sound serious though she was still chuckling and still trying to restrain it.
"You can't chuckle for no reason and keep me out of it."
She looked at him, seeing the curiosity in his eyes. Poor Martin, he'd never know what hit him. "I'm going to seriously kick your ass." She finally said, this time she busted up laughing and kept walking, leaving a stunned Martin behind. But even stunned he didn't let the chance to check out her back - or her ass to be more precise - pass.
Snapping out of his frozen state he hurried his pace to catch up with her. "I'm pretty good, you know."
She glanced at him, tilting her head slightly to the side, a flirtatious gleam in her eyes. "I can tell." She whispered and smiled just as flirtatiously.
He shook his head and couldn't help a smile to break across his face. "I'm talking about bowling."
"And who said I wasn't?"
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"So, umm, when exactly did you learn to bowl?" Martin asked somewhat embarrassed that Sam had hurt his male ego after three strikes in a row.
She sat and took her can of coke to take a sip, then leaned back and watched as Martin chose the right ball. "My girlfriends and I used to hang around to bowl on Saturdays. I never went with them to exactly 'bowl'. It was more because of the cute boy who walked around to help with anything when someone was having problems."
Martin lifted a ball to check the weight of it and turned to look at Sam as a small chuckle left his mouth. "And you were always having problems."
"But of course." She chuckled too. "Specially with how to throw a ball."
He chuckled again shaking his head at the absurdity of her teenage intelligence, not that he had ever done something like that when he was a teen. "Wish me luck." He said, just before turning to throw the ball.
"What you really need, buddy, is to learn how to bowl."
Martin stopped; his hand froze in the middle of throwing the ball, almost falling over his feet, wondering if she had actually said that. He turned to her, a look of shock and surprise on his face. "What did you just say?"
His voice sounded so hurt, what provoked a fit of laughter from Sam due to her knowing that at least half of the 'hurt' was totally faked. "Big egos, like yours, are not sexy." She was standing now, hands on hips, in a posture that was almost daring him to argue with her.
As if getting her unspoken message, he turned to play again. "Not sexy my ass." He muttered, seriously thinking no one besides him could hear and this got more laughs from Sam.
"Your ass is sexy, indeed."
"I'm trying to play here." He sounded so obviously embarrassed that Sam had to laugh more.
"You're just too cute for your own damn good."
"Seriously, you need to shut up now."
She bit her lip, trying to restrain the burst of laughter, almost causing her lip bleed. "I swear to God I'm really trying." She managed to choke out between her laughs. When Martin threw the ball, it ended up running half the way through the corner instead of running down the aisle like it should, Sam started to laugh louder.
"Ok! That's it!" He threw his hands up in frustration, then walked over to her with both hands on his hips and watched as she laughed on and on. "It's humanly impossible someone laugh this much." He said, not that he really cared, he was actually amused by the sound of her laughter, the way she found in a simple and stupid situation a reason for so much happiness.
She walked to him standing face to face, still laughing and with one hand on her belly, but due to her attempts to stop it, slowly the sounds became lower and lower until she was just chuckling. She looked up at him, his smile almost ear to ear, staring intensely at her. "I'd kiss you." She said between deep breaths. "But I'm with..." more hard breath. "Seriously lack of air..." One more hard breathe "... Right now."
Martin slowly sneaked his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him and Samantha rested both her hands on his chest, her eyes meeting his. Suddenly the lack of air turned to be insignificant as she stared deeply into his eyes. The butterflies he gave her came rushing in her belly, she felt chills ran down her body from where Martin's hands were. She couldn't take her eyes off him anymore.
"The lack of air is gone." She whispered, her fingers wrapping around his collar and slowly pulled him to her.
"That's good." He whispered back, they were so close that his breath was warm and right on her lips.
She nodded just before their lips touched. She closed her eyes as the feeling of having his soft lips over again made her shake with desire; she felt as if her body was melting as Martin's lips gently touched hers and brought her arms around his neck to hold onto him quite unsure if her legs would give away.
She leaned into his body, wrapping her arms tightly around him, feeling his arms around her as he slid them from her hips to her waist. She kissed him, tasting his lips as delicately as if she were savoring a new taste. Her arms left their place around his neck to run down his arms and she found herself tracing the muscles of his arms and over his clothed body, murmuring into his mouth.
"Mm?" Martin whispered out, even with her lips locked with his.
"...Mm, love you." She whispered onto his mouth just before kissing him again.
Some time later, when their lungs started to ask for that little, but important, thing called air, they were forced to pull their lips away, letting them apart to allow some breathing room. She rested her forehead on his, her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as his hands were back to her hips, caressing softly there.
"I don't want to bowl anymore." He whispered.
"Me neither." She whispered back and pulled away from him to look in his eyes. She let a sweet smile break across her face as one hand descended from his shoulder to entwine their hands and pulled him with her as she walked towards the exit. "I have something much better in my head." She said casting a quick glance at him, but enough to see his smile, which pretty much said 'a bed and a dark room'.
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"So, Martin how was your... day?" Danny wittily asked, changing the last word, which formerly was 'night' to seem less... pornographic. As soon as he saw Martin walking to his desk, Danny stopped doing whatever he was doing to go bug Martin a little. He really needed to know what was going on between him and Samantha.
"What do you mean?" Martin asked, without even bothering to look at Danny.
Danny chuckled amused at how Martin seemed not to care, or tried to, because after that little scene in the break room he shouldn't be shy about anything. "Come on!" He laughed this time and put the cup of coffee he was holding on Martin's desk. "The way you two were kissing, it seemed you were ready to have a quickie right there."
"I wasn't!"
"You think so just because you weren't the one who saw what I did."
"She just... kissed me." Yeah, really good, Martin, blaming Sam would be a smart way of making Danny stop annoying him.
"Yeah, I'm pretty aware of it." He chuckled again. "How long have you two been together?"
"For a while." Martin answered evasively, still not looking at him.
"So, is she good?"
"Danny, for God's sake...." Martin started but for the lack of good words to say, he just trailed off.
"Come on, tell me." Danny bent down to stay closer to Martin so only he could hear his friend's words. "Is she good?"
Martin leaned closer too, making a mysterious face and wearing a proud smile. Face to face now, Martin whispered slowly, "You'll never now."
The expectant expression on Danny's face faded away to be replaced by one of disappointment and then, amazement. "Oh my God, she must be a fire in bed."
"I told you, you'll never know." Martin said again, though louder this time, focusing again, well, whatever he was doing before being interrupted by Danny.
"Speaking of her, where is she anyway?"
Martin looking around, searching for any kind of gold light, but found none, deducing she hadn't arrived yet. "I don't know." He said and got up turning to the break room to go get some coffee. With a witty smile on his face, he looked at Danny. "Maybe she was too tired to get up early."
"Now you're flattering yourself, Martin." Danny called after him as Martin walked away. He started chuckling to himself, grabbed his cup of coffee and walked towards the break room, but on the way, he saw Sam getting out of the elevator. "Now that's too good." He whispered to himself and changed direction.
Sam opened her heavy coat to take it off as she walked to her desk, but stopped and sighed when she saw Danny walking to her. 'Just what I need' she thought sighing again.
"Hello you." He said with a somewhat flirtatious voice. "Coffee?" He nicely asked, lifting his cup.
"No, thanks." She said and finished taking her coat off. She walked to her desk with the coat hanging on her arm with Danny following behind.
"You seem overly happy today. Any particular reason you'd like to share?"
"Not really." She replayed shortly without looking at him. As she finally got to her desk, with Danny still on her heels, she put her coat on the chair and almost imperceptibly she whirled to look around for Martin. "So... humm, is Martin here yet?" She asked not looking at Danny, a hand rubbing one eye trying not to seem too interested.
He laughed at her ridiculous attempt to be nonchalant and pointed at the general direction of the break room. "He's getting coffee."
"I think I'm going to get some, too." And then she started walking again, with Danny behind. It may have been just a few hours they were apart, but to her, Sam felt as if she hadn't seen him for a long time and all she wanted was to be near him again and see his handsome face.
"I just asked if you wanted and you said..."
"I changed my mind." She cut him off.
Danny hurried his pace to catch up with her and they walked side by side. "Should I stay with you so you won't repeat that lovely scene?"
She quickly glanced up at him, working really hard to keep herself from smiling. "Kiss my ass." She whispered right in the middle of a chuckle.
"Gladly." Danny chuckled too and finally stopped following her. Well, he had some sense to give them some privacy, after all. Even if he was dying to peek and she what those would do.
Sam knocked softly on the threshold, though she didn't need to, just to make herself known and a happy smile broke across her face when Martin turned his head to the soft sound of her voice. "Hey."
"Hey." He gave her his own happy smile in return. "Coffee?"
"Please." She walked inside stopping in front of him to give Martin a quick good morning kiss on the lips, but with an inch of distance between them she stopped. "Is Danny behind me?"
Martin chuckled peeking over her head to check. "No." He said and leaned in the inch between them to kiss her. "Here." He handed her the coffee and rested his back on the counter. "You did see him then..."
"Yeah. Did you go through the same interrogation?"
"Worse. He started asking personal questions."
Sam shook head, trying really hard to restrain the smile that was threatening to break across her face again. She loved Danny as a brother and he was a good friend to her and to Martin, but Danny could be really annoying sometimes. He cared a great deal about Sam, she knew that and that's why he always annoyed her, he did that for the same reason a brother would do to his sister.
Martin shook his head, chuckling himself and took a sip of his coffee. "That's just Danny. There's nothing we can do about it."
"Yup, nothing." She echoed and looked up, smiling at him. "Have a told you I love you lately?"
He widened his eyes as if she had remembered him of something really horrid and let his mouth fall open. "No." He said with as much fake disbelief as he could.
"I love you." She said just before kissing him softly on the lips.
"Me too."
"We should get out of here before Danny comes."
"I know." He said but didn't move an inch from where he was.
"You're not moving."
With an unpleasant groan Martin put his mug down over the table and both walked out of there.