Maybe Tomorrow
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Can I just take a second to tell everyone how much I love them? All of your reviews rock my socks! Special thanks to all of you who have read and/or reviewed more than just one chapter! You guys, and gals, are just too cool. So here we go, another wonderful chapter for you to read and enjoy!
Got some wonderful ideas for this fan-fic while I was swimming today, so be expecting a pool scene sometime in the future. It won't be in the next few chapters because I've already written them, but I'll put it in there somewhere!
I'm glad you found Danny's reaction funny. Don't worry, he keeps popping up all over the place when they don't want him to. I love Danny's character on the show and Enrique Murciano is just too cute!!
Chapter five, chapter five
Was that a bee hive?
Well I stepped in it
Might as well have been a pit
For all the good it did me
Oh man do I have to pee.
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To Samantha, work seemed to drag on for hours and hours. She was stuck flipping through phone bills to try to find any pattern to help find their missing person, but she wasn't coming up with anything. It didn't help any that Danny came by every few seconds to ask her about sleeping with Martin. The most annoying question was 'Are you guys going to make it into a habit? You know, having sex?' because even Samantha didn't know the answer to that one.
At one point during the day, Samantha got so fed up, that she slammed shut her desk drawer she had been looking for a pen in. "Danny, would you give it a rest already?" she snapped, causing many of the heads in the room to spin in her direction. Samantha lowered her voice greatly more she added the next sentence, "I don't know what's going to happen between Martin and me, so please just stop asking!"
Danny held his hands up to surrender and then walked off to find Vivian and report to her what he had found out about their mission person. Samantha was so busy the entire day at work that she completely forgot to tell everyone that Jack wasn't moving. She didn't know if they would take this as good or bad news. Samantha was pretty sure Danny would be glad, seeing as how Jack was somewhat of an idol to him, but Vivian had recently been given Jack's old job and she seemed to enjoy it more. Plus, Samantha admitted to herself and she leafed through pages and pages of telephone bills, Vivian was giving Jack a run for his money.
Samantha was still sitting at her desk hours later, in which most employees had headed for home and the janitor had turned off most the lights, when Martin came over from his desk and sat down on the edge on hers. "How much more do you have to go through?" he asked in a soft voice, trying not to disturb whoever was still working.
Samantha sighed and pushed the offending stack of papers away from her before running her hands over her eyes and then pushing her hair back behind her ears while turning the chair to face Martin, "It'll be hours before I get to the end of all this crap," she motioned to all the papers laying on her desk. "What pisses me off it that I doubt we're even going to need it. Most of the calls are from her teenage daughter's cellphone and her college son's landline. It is pointless for me to go through all of this and yet Vivian wants to make sure we don't overlook anything."
"Vivian having a bit of a rough time right now," Martin reminded her. "She's got to make this huge transition to her new job and then she's got to figure out how she's going to boss all of us around in an organized manner. That's a very hard job if you think about it, especially now that she's Danny's boss."
Samantha let out a small laugh that quickly turned into a yawn, "Yeah, you're probably right." She turned her gaze to all of the papers still waiting for her weary eyes to scan. "What are you still doing here?" she asked Martin as she picked up the top paper on one of the piles. A recent grocery store receipt for milk, eggs, bread, and a pregnancy test.
"Truthfully?" Martin asked, standing up to walk behind her chair and gently start to massage her stiff shoulders. Samantha's eyes closed at the contact and the pure, wonderful feelings his hands were creating. "Um hum," Samantha barely managed, leaning back in the chair and sliding her feet out of her killer high heels which had been bugging her for a good half hour.
Martin took in a quick glance around the room to make sure no one was paying attention to them. There was only one other person in the entire room and she was a tired lady in her late fifties, talking on her phone several cubicles away. Satisfied, Martin moved his mouth inches away from Sam's ear, "I was secretly hoping to warrant an invitation back to your place tonight," he whispered seductively.
Samantha could barely hold back a moan, "God, you have no idea how good that sounds right now." Another yawn escaped from between her lips. She forced her eyes open to look at the paper she still held in her hands. The small, black letters seemed to all run into one big blur of color and Samantha groaned, rubbing her eyes again to try to get them to focus. Martin continued to massage her shoulders in silence.
She could now make out the name of the store and most of the address under it. Some of the prices for products were legible, but she couldn't begin to make heads or tails of the rest. "Hey, Martin, what does this say?" she asked, pointing to a random blob on the paper.
Martin leaned over her shoulder to get a better look at the piece of paper. "Which one?" he asked, even though he already knew.
"The one I'm pointing to, genius," Samantha retorted, her patience running thin. She wanted nothing more than to go back to her apartment and soak in a nice, hot bubble bath.
"Oh, that one," Martin replied. "It says 'baby diapers'. What do you think it says?" he asked, not moving his head away.
Samantha sighed and threw the paper back onto the top of a random pile, "I haven't a clue. I don't know what any of this stuff says because my eyes are so tired and bloodshot that everything is just a big blur." Samantha turned her head to face Martin's, which wasn't too hard. "I want to go home," she complained like a little four year old.
Martin grinned and kissed her forehead, "Then go home, Sam. You can finish all of this tomorrow, when you can actual read what it says." Samantha gave a half nod and turned her head side to side on her neck, hearing two satisfy cracks. "Are you coming with me?" Samantha asked in a voice barely above a whisper. If it was possible, Martin's grin grew even larger. He lowered his voice to the same level as Samantha's, "If you want me to."
Samantha nodded and moved her head closer to his until her lips brushed against his. Samantha let out a small moan and allowed him to deepen the kiss. Images started to float around in her head of the night before and wondering if they could even manage that tonight. Samantha half thought she'd fall asleep during the middle of it. When she pulled away slowly, she took her time opening her eyes. "When we get to my place," she murmured, "you can massage my feet."
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"Martin, I was only half serious about the foot massage," Samantha said but then got interrupted by a moan from her own lips. "I think you're halfway between massaging me and tickling me," Samantha sighed in contempt while he continued with his magical fingers. Sam twirled one finger absentmindedly, watching the bubbles move away from the current of the water.
"If I wanted to be tickling you, I know better sources of entertainment than your feet," Martin informed her. Samantha just nodded, not really paying attention to what he was saying. If she had to pick between talking with Martin and enjoying her bubble bath, she was going to have to pick the bubbles. Leaning her head back against the bathtub, Samantha closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of Martin's fingers.
Martin's fingers slowly made their way up to her ankles and then up her lower legs. The entire time Samantha didn't seem to notice the difference one bit. She just sighed in contempt and continued to swirl the bubbles around and around with her fingers. After a little bit, she scooped up a handful and brought it to her mouth, blowing them away in all directions. They didn't get too far, but Samantha still let out a little laugh like she had when she had been a toddler in her routine nighttime bath. Except then she had plastic tug boats and empty shampoo bottles in the tub with her; nowadays, she had Martin with her.
Martin's fingers were heading back to her feet, working on the tight muscles in her lower legs on their way back. Samantha scooped up some more bubbles and blew them halfheartedly. "I am so tired I could just fall asleep right here in the tub and not get up until tomorrow," Sam muttered, more to herself than to Martin.
Martin shrugged, his fingers reaching the tips of her toes, which were balancing out on the water on his knee. "You could, but then I don't think you would make it to work tomorrow, on account of you turning into a giant prune."
Samantha shook her head and smiled, "You live to mock me, don't you?" she asked, resting her arms on either side of the bathtub. Once again, Martin just shrugged. His entire attention was focused on her feet, which was beginning to annoy Samantha. Sure, she loved the wonderful feeling, but her feet weren't the only parts of her body that wanted attention.
Samantha slid her legs away from Martin's hands, resting her feet back into the soapy wonderland. She turned around in the bathtub with only a little difficultly and slid slowly to the other side of the tub until her back touched the smooth skin of Martin's chest. Resting her head against the crook between his shoulder and head, Samantha softly kissed the parts of his jaw she could reach. Martin allowed his hands to rest on her waist as she sank against him, her head resting further down so that she was kissing his Adam's Apple. Samantha couldn't help but grin when it bobbed up and down every time he swallowed.
Martin lowered his head to catch her lips with his, loving the sensation he had been missing out on. Samantha opened her mouth to him and let herself get lost in a war with his tongue.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Can I just take a second to tell everyone how much I love them? All of your reviews rock my socks! Special thanks to all of you who have read and/or reviewed more than just one chapter! You guys, and gals, are just too cool. So here we go, another wonderful chapter for you to read and enjoy!
Got some wonderful ideas for this fan-fic while I was swimming today, so be expecting a pool scene sometime in the future. It won't be in the next few chapters because I've already written them, but I'll put it in there somewhere!
I'm glad you found Danny's reaction funny. Don't worry, he keeps popping up all over the place when they don't want him to. I love Danny's character on the show and Enrique Murciano is just too cute!!
Chapter five, chapter five
Was that a bee hive?
Well I stepped in it
Might as well have been a pit
For all the good it did me
Oh man do I have to pee.
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To Samantha, work seemed to drag on for hours and hours. She was stuck flipping through phone bills to try to find any pattern to help find their missing person, but she wasn't coming up with anything. It didn't help any that Danny came by every few seconds to ask her about sleeping with Martin. The most annoying question was 'Are you guys going to make it into a habit? You know, having sex?' because even Samantha didn't know the answer to that one.
At one point during the day, Samantha got so fed up, that she slammed shut her desk drawer she had been looking for a pen in. "Danny, would you give it a rest already?" she snapped, causing many of the heads in the room to spin in her direction. Samantha lowered her voice greatly more she added the next sentence, "I don't know what's going to happen between Martin and me, so please just stop asking!"
Danny held his hands up to surrender and then walked off to find Vivian and report to her what he had found out about their mission person. Samantha was so busy the entire day at work that she completely forgot to tell everyone that Jack wasn't moving. She didn't know if they would take this as good or bad news. Samantha was pretty sure Danny would be glad, seeing as how Jack was somewhat of an idol to him, but Vivian had recently been given Jack's old job and she seemed to enjoy it more. Plus, Samantha admitted to herself and she leafed through pages and pages of telephone bills, Vivian was giving Jack a run for his money.
Samantha was still sitting at her desk hours later, in which most employees had headed for home and the janitor had turned off most the lights, when Martin came over from his desk and sat down on the edge on hers. "How much more do you have to go through?" he asked in a soft voice, trying not to disturb whoever was still working.
Samantha sighed and pushed the offending stack of papers away from her before running her hands over her eyes and then pushing her hair back behind her ears while turning the chair to face Martin, "It'll be hours before I get to the end of all this crap," she motioned to all the papers laying on her desk. "What pisses me off it that I doubt we're even going to need it. Most of the calls are from her teenage daughter's cellphone and her college son's landline. It is pointless for me to go through all of this and yet Vivian wants to make sure we don't overlook anything."
"Vivian having a bit of a rough time right now," Martin reminded her. "She's got to make this huge transition to her new job and then she's got to figure out how she's going to boss all of us around in an organized manner. That's a very hard job if you think about it, especially now that she's Danny's boss."
Samantha let out a small laugh that quickly turned into a yawn, "Yeah, you're probably right." She turned her gaze to all of the papers still waiting for her weary eyes to scan. "What are you still doing here?" she asked Martin as she picked up the top paper on one of the piles. A recent grocery store receipt for milk, eggs, bread, and a pregnancy test.
"Truthfully?" Martin asked, standing up to walk behind her chair and gently start to massage her stiff shoulders. Samantha's eyes closed at the contact and the pure, wonderful feelings his hands were creating. "Um hum," Samantha barely managed, leaning back in the chair and sliding her feet out of her killer high heels which had been bugging her for a good half hour.
Martin took in a quick glance around the room to make sure no one was paying attention to them. There was only one other person in the entire room and she was a tired lady in her late fifties, talking on her phone several cubicles away. Satisfied, Martin moved his mouth inches away from Sam's ear, "I was secretly hoping to warrant an invitation back to your place tonight," he whispered seductively.
Samantha could barely hold back a moan, "God, you have no idea how good that sounds right now." Another yawn escaped from between her lips. She forced her eyes open to look at the paper she still held in her hands. The small, black letters seemed to all run into one big blur of color and Samantha groaned, rubbing her eyes again to try to get them to focus. Martin continued to massage her shoulders in silence.
She could now make out the name of the store and most of the address under it. Some of the prices for products were legible, but she couldn't begin to make heads or tails of the rest. "Hey, Martin, what does this say?" she asked, pointing to a random blob on the paper.
Martin leaned over her shoulder to get a better look at the piece of paper. "Which one?" he asked, even though he already knew.
"The one I'm pointing to, genius," Samantha retorted, her patience running thin. She wanted nothing more than to go back to her apartment and soak in a nice, hot bubble bath.
"Oh, that one," Martin replied. "It says 'baby diapers'. What do you think it says?" he asked, not moving his head away.
Samantha sighed and threw the paper back onto the top of a random pile, "I haven't a clue. I don't know what any of this stuff says because my eyes are so tired and bloodshot that everything is just a big blur." Samantha turned her head to face Martin's, which wasn't too hard. "I want to go home," she complained like a little four year old.
Martin grinned and kissed her forehead, "Then go home, Sam. You can finish all of this tomorrow, when you can actual read what it says." Samantha gave a half nod and turned her head side to side on her neck, hearing two satisfy cracks. "Are you coming with me?" Samantha asked in a voice barely above a whisper. If it was possible, Martin's grin grew even larger. He lowered his voice to the same level as Samantha's, "If you want me to."
Samantha nodded and moved her head closer to his until her lips brushed against his. Samantha let out a small moan and allowed him to deepen the kiss. Images started to float around in her head of the night before and wondering if they could even manage that tonight. Samantha half thought she'd fall asleep during the middle of it. When she pulled away slowly, she took her time opening her eyes. "When we get to my place," she murmured, "you can massage my feet."
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"Martin, I was only half serious about the foot massage," Samantha said but then got interrupted by a moan from her own lips. "I think you're halfway between massaging me and tickling me," Samantha sighed in contempt while he continued with his magical fingers. Sam twirled one finger absentmindedly, watching the bubbles move away from the current of the water.
"If I wanted to be tickling you, I know better sources of entertainment than your feet," Martin informed her. Samantha just nodded, not really paying attention to what he was saying. If she had to pick between talking with Martin and enjoying her bubble bath, she was going to have to pick the bubbles. Leaning her head back against the bathtub, Samantha closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of Martin's fingers.
Martin's fingers slowly made their way up to her ankles and then up her lower legs. The entire time Samantha didn't seem to notice the difference one bit. She just sighed in contempt and continued to swirl the bubbles around and around with her fingers. After a little bit, she scooped up a handful and brought it to her mouth, blowing them away in all directions. They didn't get too far, but Samantha still let out a little laugh like she had when she had been a toddler in her routine nighttime bath. Except then she had plastic tug boats and empty shampoo bottles in the tub with her; nowadays, she had Martin with her.
Martin's fingers were heading back to her feet, working on the tight muscles in her lower legs on their way back. Samantha scooped up some more bubbles and blew them halfheartedly. "I am so tired I could just fall asleep right here in the tub and not get up until tomorrow," Sam muttered, more to herself than to Martin.
Martin shrugged, his fingers reaching the tips of her toes, which were balancing out on the water on his knee. "You could, but then I don't think you would make it to work tomorrow, on account of you turning into a giant prune."
Samantha shook her head and smiled, "You live to mock me, don't you?" she asked, resting her arms on either side of the bathtub. Once again, Martin just shrugged. His entire attention was focused on her feet, which was beginning to annoy Samantha. Sure, she loved the wonderful feeling, but her feet weren't the only parts of her body that wanted attention.
Samantha slid her legs away from Martin's hands, resting her feet back into the soapy wonderland. She turned around in the bathtub with only a little difficultly and slid slowly to the other side of the tub until her back touched the smooth skin of Martin's chest. Resting her head against the crook between his shoulder and head, Samantha softly kissed the parts of his jaw she could reach. Martin allowed his hands to rest on her waist as she sank against him, her head resting further down so that she was kissing his Adam's Apple. Samantha couldn't help but grin when it bobbed up and down every time he swallowed.
Martin lowered his head to catch her lips with his, loving the sensation he had been missing out on. Samantha opened her mouth to him and let herself get lost in a war with his tongue.