Gater101
When Sam looked to the ceiling all she could see was darkness. She had decided to look for a new house a few weeks before and had finally found one that was only a few minutes drive from the base. Janet had protested that she needn't move out, both she and Cassie loved her staying there. But Sam needed to find her own place before she became too dependent on having someone around. So here she was lying in hr cold bed staring at the black ceiling that she had yet to decorate. She'd started with the lounge then the bathroom and was in the process of looking for a suitable colour for the overly large bathroom.
It had now been five days since Jack had cryptically spoken to her than disappeared, which is exactly what he had done. She hadn't seen him since then but she was aware that General Hammond was not worried and so the Colonel must have contacted him. It didn't stop her from worrying though.
She swung her feet off the bed then propelled her body upwards. She groaned and rubbed a hand over her face. There was no way she was going to get any sleep. She padded out of the room, her feet falling on the thick carpet and leaving momentary impressions there. She reached the farthest corner of her house and fumbled around the wall for the switch to the half decorated bathroom. The soft glow emanated through the massive room. She had the horrid fluorescent lights removed as soon as she saw them hanging precariously from the ceiling and had numerous small overhead lights put in. The tiles were white with black chips through them but were plain in decoration. The bathroom set was white also: the bath; washbasin and toilet seat. There was a separate shower room on the first floor, which was the same size as the kitchen, which was also not small. She loved the shower room but she was waiting to decorate that last.
She glanced at the clock that was stuck to the wall using rubber suckers and noticed that it was 5.10 am. She groaned and began to fill the bath with water. She pulled the tight tank top from her body and dropped it on the floor. She removed her long sweat trousers and stood before the small mirror. She looked down and noticed that she had lost a lot of muscle tone but her stomach was still flat; she was going to have to go back to the gym. She looked back up to the mirror and noticed the heavy circles under her eyes – she would put Captain Jack Sparrow to shame. She closed her eyes and dropped her head. Her hands were holding onto the washbasin and she groaned. Nothing was turning out the way she had wanted them to.
She could hear the sudden downpour of rain as she started to slide into the hot water and she smiled as she felt the heat encompass her. She moaned loudly knowing that it didn't matter: there was no one there to hear her. She tried to rid her mind of thoughts of Jack and tried to calm her body down enough so that she could get at least a small amount of sleep. She closed her eyes and willed sleep to take her over the edge.
She felt her legs go numb as the muscles finally relaxed, her torso was beginning to relax and so was her mind. She could feel the fingers of sleep pawing at her and she dipped further into the water. She lost all sense of time but knew that no more than a few minutes could have passed. There was a sound from down stair and she jumped causing some of the water to splash over the side of the bath. She rose from the water and grabbed her towelling robe from the back of the door that was situated five large steps away from the bath. She pulled it around her and moved quickly and quietly to the stairs that would lead her down.
She had no weapon and felt entirely vulnerable. Her breath had started to pick up speed, being expelled in a quick rush of air. She heard the noise again and stopped suddenly.
It was the doorbell.
Her heart decided to slow down slightly and she began attempting to breathe normally again. It was only when her brain decided to inform her of the time that her heart decided to quicken its pace once more. She looked around frantically for a clock but more importantly, for a weapon.
She reached the door and had found none. One thing she realised then was that it was a necessity for her to put a peephole in, especially if she was feeling as insecure as she obviously was.
She took a deep breath and placed her hand on the handle, turned the key that she had left in the lock and unbolted the Yale lock. She yanked open the door and frowned at the sight that met her.
She stood frozen for a few seconds before realising that he was soaked and still being pounded on by the rain that was falling hard off his body.
She stood back and allowed him to enter her house before closing the door and locking it quickly. She turned to walk into the lounge and found him staring at her, not having moved from the spot he had stood when he entered.
They looked at each other for a long moment before Sam broke eye contact and attempted to walk past him.
As she reached his side, his arm shot out and his long fingers encircled her wrist. She glanced down at the hand, then up at the eyes of the person who owned the hand.
"Sir… what are you doing here?" She asked eventually, not attempting to escape his grip.
"I don't actually know," he laughed but it was empty.
She started moving in the direction of the lounge but he didn't follow her.
"The lounge is this way, Sir," she told him.
"I'm Jack, your Sam. And you know I don't want to go to the lounge."
He pulled her arm and drew her closer to his body. He didn't waste a breath before descending his lips on hers for a brief kiss.
"Jack… this isn't right, we have to talk," Sam said firmly and, once again, attempted to move away from him.
"Then let our bodies do the talking," he whispered and drew her closer once more.
She did not resist and did not ask any questions.
She led him upstairs to the bedroom she had so recently vacated and knew nothing else other than the completion she felt at having him in her arms.
Tomorrow she would be asking a lot of questions. Tomorrow she would be hating herself. Tomorrow she would be hating him as much as she hated herself.
But tonight she was being cradled from the dangers of life and being comforted by the throes of love.
Comfort me cradle me
Live for me arms spread out
Temper lights a fire in me
The shape of you breaking through
Desired are the chosen few
Standing on the edge of ecstasy
The taste of your skin
My body is giving in
And I'm falling into you
As you let yourself go
To the edge of the world
And I'm falling into you
I'm falling into you
Close your eyes and sacrifice
I'll breathe you in till I get high
The centre of your world pulls me down
Oceans rolling over me
Crashing into you I see
You call for me
And I relive
The taste of your skin
My body is giving in
And I'm falling into you
As you let yourself go
To the edge of the world
And I'm falling into you
I'm falling into you
I come undone, I come undone, I come undone
I come undone, I come undone, I come undone
I come undone, I come undone, I come undone…
Comfort me cradle me
Live for me arms spread out
Temper lights a fire in me
The shape of you breaking through
Desired are the chosen few
Standing on the edge of ecstasy
The taste of your skin
My body is giving in
And I'm falling into you
As you let yourself go
To the edge of the world
And I'm falling into you
I'm falling into you
Falling into you…
I'm falling into you
I'm falling into you
I'm falling into you...
Such a cheesy wee last liner I had there, eh folks? But come on, cheese can be good… on toast! Lol. Well… the next one is still on the drawing board but come on, two updates in the space of two days, goddam miracle!