Maybe Tomorrow
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter six, chapter six
Who took me Chex Mix?
I'm looking for the pretzels in the bag
And all I find is a lonely hag
Feeding the pigeons and birds
Watching, amazed, at their terd
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Sorry for the huge gap between updates, but a girl needs a vacation every once in a while, right? Please review and tell me what you think. BTW, the Spider-Man 2 soundtrack kicks butts!!!!!!
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The next morning, it wasn't an alarm clock waking Martin up. It was Sam's naked body, rolling him over onto his stomach on top of her, pulling his mouth down to hers. He was kissing her back before he ever woke up. Samantha grinned and pulled away, which was somewhat of a hard task since she had pinned herself against the mattress. "Marty," she whispered seductively, nipping at his earlobe playfully.
"Five more minutes, Mom," Martin grumbled, rolling off of Samantha and hugging the pillow over his ears to block out all the extra noise. Samantha rolled her eyes. She didn't like being called his mother while waking him up in her certain state. Samantha ran her hand over his side and pinched his ass painfully.
Martin's eyes shot open and he immediately grabbed her arm to tug her hand away from his butt. "You're going to pay for that one, Spade," Martin mumbled under his breath before he yawned. Samantha kissed him again and then spotted the garment she had been looking for on the floor, poking out from under the bed on Martin's side. She quickly shimmied out from under him and reached over the side of the bed and snatched it up.
"Sam," Martin protested and made to grab it back from her, but she was already slipping it on over her shoulders. Samantha grinned at him as she buttoned up the front of his shirt and leaned back against the mass of pillows. "You snooze, you lose buddy," she told him simply. "And by snooze, I mean snore, which you do."
Martin shook his head at her, "I don't snore. You're making that up."
Samantha shook her head and imitated the sound of him sleeping. Martin rolled over and pressed her into the mattress, hovering over her. "At least I don't talk in my sleep," Martin retorted while Samantha wrapped her arms around his waist. She shook her head and pulled his head down closer to hers, "I don't talk in my sleep, Marty," she whispered.
Martin nodded, "Oh yeah, you do. And you seem to enjoy what you dream about." Martin cleared his throat and did his best to mock her voice. "'Right there… don't stop… pppllleeaassseee, Marty…'" Samantha shook her head, but even as she did, she began to giggle uncontrollably. "Am I really that good, Sam?" Martin whispered, ducking his head down to kiss her neck. "Because that's kind of what you sounded like last night once we got out of the tub," he muttered against her skin.
Samantha shook her head, "As I recall, you were enjoying yourself a bit too, Fitzgerald." She pushed him softly off her and got out of the bed, heading towards the closet, "We'd better get ready for work or we'll be late."
Martin watched her retreating form as he settled back into the pillows. "I want my shirt back, Sam!" he called after her.
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As Samantha and Martin got out of the taxi in front of the FBI building, Samantha glanced quickly down at her clothing to make sure everything was in place. She was actually impressed with herself for getting all of the buttons in the right holes in such a hurry. She and Martin had taken just a little too long getting ready to leave and eating breakfast. They arrived in front of their office building only five minutes before they were official due in.
As Martin reached out the open the double glass doors that marked the entrance, Samantha grabbed his other arm and pulled him over until her back was against the wall. Martin stared at her, completely stunned and confused while Samantha just grinned madly. "Sam…" Martin started but was interrupted by her latching a hold on his tie and pulling him closer to her, their lips making contact.
After a minute of their wonderful tongue dueling, Martin regretfully pulled away, "We are going to be so late for work if you don't stop," he commented. Samantha just shrugged and pulled him back to her, instantly running her tongue over the outside of his lips. Martin let out a small moan and pressed her against the wall a little harder.
"Okay," Sam gasped, reluctantly pushing Martin a little ways away only seconds later. "We should get inside that building right now before we get too carried away," she murmured, tightening his tie a little and nibbling on his neck. Martin nodded, fully enjoying the sensation of her lips on other parts of his body besides his mouth. "Tonight…" he let the sentence trail off as she began to trail up his neck to come to a rest on his chin.
"Tonight," Samantha agreed, giving him a final peck on the lips and then ducking out under one of his arms and, straightening her shirt, heading into the building. Martin followed shortly after her and when they walked into their favorite room, the one with the coffee machine of course, Danny gave then a knowing glance.
Samantha just grinned and dared a short glance at Martin before passing by Danny and pouring herself a cup of coffee and then heading out of the room to go meet up with all the phone records and store receipts she had waiting on her desk. Danny started to say something to Martin, but Vivian paused in the doorway to call them all into a short meeting in her new office. She told them she had some unexpected news. Without another word, she left just as fast and silently as she had come. Danny just shrugged and led the way to her office.
They ran into Samantha on their way, who had gotten the same cryptic message from Vivian. "You don't think another member in our department got seriously sick and she's planning on making us all work extra, do you?" Danny asked with a hint of anxiety. Samantha grinned as Martin assured Danny that wasn't the case.
As they walked into Vivian's office, they saw her sitting down at her desk, facing the three of them. Sitting across from her and facing the other way was someone they knew, but didn't know they knew since all they could see was the back of his head. Samantha was the first to recognize him before Vivian could say a word. She uncontrollably gasped and reached for the first thing she could grasp to steady herself, which just happened to be Martin's arm.
Martin turned to face her to see what she was so worked up about and didn't notice when the mystery man turned around to face them. He facial features were turned into a set grimace and he didn't smile. He silently took in the look Martin was giving Samantha, his Samantha, and the way she clung to his arm in shock. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Vivian cleared her throat to get the attention of all coworkers. As they all turned to face her, Martin's eye caught the other man's before he could look away. The other man saw some different in Martin's gaze that hadn't been there a few weeks ago, which caused a pit to grow in the bottom of his stomach. Was there something going on between them? "Jack has just informed me that he isn't leaving for Chicago after all and that he hopes to get a job back working for the FBI. He is going to be applying for my job, since I took his thinking he was moving away," Vivian smiled and welcomed Jack back, and Danny grinned madly, doing the same.
Samantha, however, was still clinging desperately to Martin's arm. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Jack, putting the pieces together. He told me he wasn't moving, Samantha thought to herself. Why didn't I see this coming? I should have know he would be coming back to work here. She felt hopeless and lost, confused and scared; things Samantha Spade rarely ever felt. "I want to get out of here," Samantha whispered so that even Martin, who was standing right next to her, could barely make out the words. "I have to get out of here," she insisted, already slightly inching towards the door of the office and dragging Martin with her.
Vivian, Danny, and Jack were so busy talking amongst themselves that none of them noticed when Samantha carefully and quietly opened the glass door of Vivian's office and pulled Martin out after her. She made sure the only sound the door made when it closed was the sound of the lock clicking into place. Samantha then started down the hall, never letting go of Martin's arm until they reached the break room. Then, after what seemed like hours to Samantha, they were safely in the break room, where the walls were solid and not glass and the door wasn't see through. "I'm going to kill him," Samantha muttered vindictively. "I can't believe he's actually thinking of coming back here to work. Who does he think he is, anyway?"
Martin would have answered these questions, but he had the feeling that they were all rhetorical. He could tell Samantha was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and no matter how much it hurt him to think that Jack still had this kind of affect on her, he still didn't like to see her like this. Martin pulled her against him chest in a soft hug, during which Samantha let go of his arm to instead wrap her arms around his neck and cry silently against his shoulder, which her head was buried in.
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Argh, I didn't mean to leave it there. I feel bad about doing this to Sam, but it's not my fault, honestly!!!! The fan-fic made me do it! I promise I'll make it better in the next chapter, I hope… Review. Please???
P.S. Has anyone else noticed how tired my character are all the time? Should I change that or does it seem like a normal thing for people who work for the government? People are always yawning in this fan-fic and drinking tons of coffee.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter six, chapter six
Who took me Chex Mix?
I'm looking for the pretzels in the bag
And all I find is a lonely hag
Feeding the pigeons and birds
Watching, amazed, at their terd
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Sorry for the huge gap between updates, but a girl needs a vacation every once in a while, right? Please review and tell me what you think. BTW, the Spider-Man 2 soundtrack kicks butts!!!!!!
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The next morning, it wasn't an alarm clock waking Martin up. It was Sam's naked body, rolling him over onto his stomach on top of her, pulling his mouth down to hers. He was kissing her back before he ever woke up. Samantha grinned and pulled away, which was somewhat of a hard task since she had pinned herself against the mattress. "Marty," she whispered seductively, nipping at his earlobe playfully.
"Five more minutes, Mom," Martin grumbled, rolling off of Samantha and hugging the pillow over his ears to block out all the extra noise. Samantha rolled her eyes. She didn't like being called his mother while waking him up in her certain state. Samantha ran her hand over his side and pinched his ass painfully.
Martin's eyes shot open and he immediately grabbed her arm to tug her hand away from his butt. "You're going to pay for that one, Spade," Martin mumbled under his breath before he yawned. Samantha kissed him again and then spotted the garment she had been looking for on the floor, poking out from under the bed on Martin's side. She quickly shimmied out from under him and reached over the side of the bed and snatched it up.
"Sam," Martin protested and made to grab it back from her, but she was already slipping it on over her shoulders. Samantha grinned at him as she buttoned up the front of his shirt and leaned back against the mass of pillows. "You snooze, you lose buddy," she told him simply. "And by snooze, I mean snore, which you do."
Martin shook his head at her, "I don't snore. You're making that up."
Samantha shook her head and imitated the sound of him sleeping. Martin rolled over and pressed her into the mattress, hovering over her. "At least I don't talk in my sleep," Martin retorted while Samantha wrapped her arms around his waist. She shook her head and pulled his head down closer to hers, "I don't talk in my sleep, Marty," she whispered.
Martin nodded, "Oh yeah, you do. And you seem to enjoy what you dream about." Martin cleared his throat and did his best to mock her voice. "'Right there… don't stop… pppllleeaassseee, Marty…'" Samantha shook her head, but even as she did, she began to giggle uncontrollably. "Am I really that good, Sam?" Martin whispered, ducking his head down to kiss her neck. "Because that's kind of what you sounded like last night once we got out of the tub," he muttered against her skin.
Samantha shook her head, "As I recall, you were enjoying yourself a bit too, Fitzgerald." She pushed him softly off her and got out of the bed, heading towards the closet, "We'd better get ready for work or we'll be late."
Martin watched her retreating form as he settled back into the pillows. "I want my shirt back, Sam!" he called after her.
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As Samantha and Martin got out of the taxi in front of the FBI building, Samantha glanced quickly down at her clothing to make sure everything was in place. She was actually impressed with herself for getting all of the buttons in the right holes in such a hurry. She and Martin had taken just a little too long getting ready to leave and eating breakfast. They arrived in front of their office building only five minutes before they were official due in.
As Martin reached out the open the double glass doors that marked the entrance, Samantha grabbed his other arm and pulled him over until her back was against the wall. Martin stared at her, completely stunned and confused while Samantha just grinned madly. "Sam…" Martin started but was interrupted by her latching a hold on his tie and pulling him closer to her, their lips making contact.
After a minute of their wonderful tongue dueling, Martin regretfully pulled away, "We are going to be so late for work if you don't stop," he commented. Samantha just shrugged and pulled him back to her, instantly running her tongue over the outside of his lips. Martin let out a small moan and pressed her against the wall a little harder.
"Okay," Sam gasped, reluctantly pushing Martin a little ways away only seconds later. "We should get inside that building right now before we get too carried away," she murmured, tightening his tie a little and nibbling on his neck. Martin nodded, fully enjoying the sensation of her lips on other parts of his body besides his mouth. "Tonight…" he let the sentence trail off as she began to trail up his neck to come to a rest on his chin.
"Tonight," Samantha agreed, giving him a final peck on the lips and then ducking out under one of his arms and, straightening her shirt, heading into the building. Martin followed shortly after her and when they walked into their favorite room, the one with the coffee machine of course, Danny gave then a knowing glance.
Samantha just grinned and dared a short glance at Martin before passing by Danny and pouring herself a cup of coffee and then heading out of the room to go meet up with all the phone records and store receipts she had waiting on her desk. Danny started to say something to Martin, but Vivian paused in the doorway to call them all into a short meeting in her new office. She told them she had some unexpected news. Without another word, she left just as fast and silently as she had come. Danny just shrugged and led the way to her office.
They ran into Samantha on their way, who had gotten the same cryptic message from Vivian. "You don't think another member in our department got seriously sick and she's planning on making us all work extra, do you?" Danny asked with a hint of anxiety. Samantha grinned as Martin assured Danny that wasn't the case.
As they walked into Vivian's office, they saw her sitting down at her desk, facing the three of them. Sitting across from her and facing the other way was someone they knew, but didn't know they knew since all they could see was the back of his head. Samantha was the first to recognize him before Vivian could say a word. She uncontrollably gasped and reached for the first thing she could grasp to steady herself, which just happened to be Martin's arm.
Martin turned to face her to see what she was so worked up about and didn't notice when the mystery man turned around to face them. He facial features were turned into a set grimace and he didn't smile. He silently took in the look Martin was giving Samantha, his Samantha, and the way she clung to his arm in shock. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Vivian cleared her throat to get the attention of all coworkers. As they all turned to face her, Martin's eye caught the other man's before he could look away. The other man saw some different in Martin's gaze that hadn't been there a few weeks ago, which caused a pit to grow in the bottom of his stomach. Was there something going on between them? "Jack has just informed me that he isn't leaving for Chicago after all and that he hopes to get a job back working for the FBI. He is going to be applying for my job, since I took his thinking he was moving away," Vivian smiled and welcomed Jack back, and Danny grinned madly, doing the same.
Samantha, however, was still clinging desperately to Martin's arm. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Jack, putting the pieces together. He told me he wasn't moving, Samantha thought to herself. Why didn't I see this coming? I should have know he would be coming back to work here. She felt hopeless and lost, confused and scared; things Samantha Spade rarely ever felt. "I want to get out of here," Samantha whispered so that even Martin, who was standing right next to her, could barely make out the words. "I have to get out of here," she insisted, already slightly inching towards the door of the office and dragging Martin with her.
Vivian, Danny, and Jack were so busy talking amongst themselves that none of them noticed when Samantha carefully and quietly opened the glass door of Vivian's office and pulled Martin out after her. She made sure the only sound the door made when it closed was the sound of the lock clicking into place. Samantha then started down the hall, never letting go of Martin's arm until they reached the break room. Then, after what seemed like hours to Samantha, they were safely in the break room, where the walls were solid and not glass and the door wasn't see through. "I'm going to kill him," Samantha muttered vindictively. "I can't believe he's actually thinking of coming back here to work. Who does he think he is, anyway?"
Martin would have answered these questions, but he had the feeling that they were all rhetorical. He could tell Samantha was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and no matter how much it hurt him to think that Jack still had this kind of affect on her, he still didn't like to see her like this. Martin pulled her against him chest in a soft hug, during which Samantha let go of his arm to instead wrap her arms around his neck and cry silently against his shoulder, which her head was buried in.
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Argh, I didn't mean to leave it there. I feel bad about doing this to Sam, but it's not my fault, honestly!!!! The fan-fic made me do it! I promise I'll make it better in the next chapter, I hope… Review. Please???
P.S. Has anyone else noticed how tired my character are all the time? Should I change that or does it seem like a normal thing for people who work for the government? People are always yawning in this fan-fic and drinking tons of coffee.