Maybe Tomorrow
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter eight. I simply love that little sentence at the end of the last chapter. It was wickedly wonderful! So, before I go on and on about why I left it there and where I got the idea to leave it there from, I'm going to continue on to this new chapter.
Be forewarned, however, that I plan on using some even more evil cliffhangers for future chapters. The last one was only the tip of the iceberg.
P.S. I want a Marty……
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Chapter eight, chapter eight
I want, no need, to ice skate
Like the famous hockey players
Except I don't want to wear
That many clothes layers.
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"What did you just say?" Samantha asked, horrified by what her ears had heard. She knew he hadn't said what she thought he had, because he didn't know about her and Martin. "And what you have with Martin is?" Jack repeated, obviously pleased with himself that he had struck a nerve.
Samantha shook her head slightly, amazed by what Jack was asking her. How dare he, she thought. How dare he come here and then question my relationship with another man? "Go home, Jack," Samantha said firmly.
The small smile on Jack's face quickly disappeared, "Sam, come on, I didn't mean to…"
"Just go home," she cut him off and then slammed the door in his face, dead bolting it. She stood back, away from the door, and just stared at it. After hearing the door slam, Martin figured it was safe to show himself. After he had pulled on his boxers and undershirt, he walked into the living room. He paused when he saw Samantha squatting on the floor, standing on her knees, with her shoulders shaking.
Martin slowly walked over to her and then walked around her until he could see her face. He sank down next to her, standing on his knees as well. "Sam…" he started, trying to get eye contact with her, but her face was hidden by the way her head was ducked down and her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and in front of her face. Martin pushed her hair back out of her face before he lifted her chin up with a finger. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.
She began to shake her head before he even said a word, "I don't want to talk about it, Martin," she spoke softly and her voice trembled. Martin pulled her into an embrace and wrapped his arms fully around her, pulling her close to him. He hated how she acted so tough and unbreakable, but in reality she was just like every other human being - fragile. He hated the way she wouldn't talk to him about what was bothering her and how she kept everything all bottled up inside. But what he hated the most was the feeling he got when he knew he couldn't protect her.
All of these things scared Martin more than he wanted to admit, so he pushed them to the back of his mind and held her even closer. Samantha clung to his undershirt and cried silently against his chest. Martin kissed her forehead, making Samantha recoil and wipe her tears away with the sleeve of her bathrobe. She gave a weak laugh as she pictured the way she must look to Martin. "I'm so sorry about all of this," she told him as he stood up and held out his hand to help her up.
She didn't take it and instead forced her own two wobbly legs to work. "I've ruined tonight," she admitted, sneaking a glance at the front door before settling her eyes on his. "I feel like such a cry baby lately," she joked, wiping away the last single tear rolling down her cheek.
"Sam, I really wish you'd tell me what's bugging you," Martin said softly, running his hand down her hairline to rest on her cheek. Samantha just shook her head and looked back at him. She knew she was hurting him, even though that was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. I need to rewind time, Samantha told herself. Just got back in time and never open the door.
"It's nothing, I swear," when she saw the look on his face, she knew she would have to do better than that to convince him. "It's just Jack being a jerk again."
Martin didn't look taken back like Samantha had figured he would, "I figured it was Jack at the door. Not many other people can get you angry enough to slam the front door that fiercely." Samantha let a little smile show, thinking how lucky she was to have Martin. At that moment, she would have liked nothing better than to tell him how much she cared about him, how much she loved him, but the words wouldn't form on her lips.
Looping her arms around his neck, she sighed. "I'm tired," she whispered. Martin nodded and gave her a very gentle, very sweet kiss. "Then go to bed," he whispered back, already starting to walk backwards towards the bedroom.
"And you're going to come to bed with me, aren't you?" Samantha asked in a hushed voice. Martin didn't answer with words. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and pulled her into another kiss.
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Samantha woke up with a strong arm wrapped around her waist. She took her time waking up, since it was Sunday and they didn't have to work. She turned her head around to look over her shoulder, where Martin's head came into view. He was sleeping quietly, his head propped up on one pillow and his arm. Samantha smiled a knowing smile to herself turning her head back around and gently wrapping her hand around his that was still resting on her waist. She pulled his hand and arm until his fingers, entangled with hers, were resting right in front of her eyes.
The only movement she made in the next half hour was her eyes blinking. Samantha let out a sigh of contempt and just laid there, feeling the best she ever had in her life. When she had been having an affair with Jack, she would always wake up alone because Jake would have left after the sex to go home to his wife and kids. This relationship is just me and Martin, Samantha thought, not me, Martin, and his wife that his wants to work things out with. Many times over the past two years, Samantha had regretted her affair with Jack, but she admitted to herself that she had had feelings for the man, however farfetched they happened to have been.
I want things with Martin to work out, Samantha told herself. He's so perfect for me and he's actually a single, available man. "Martin," she murmured, not even realizing she had spoken out loud until the body behind her shifted around and she felt a pair of lips on her neck. Samantha closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling for as long as she could. "That feels really good," Samantha told him as he continued. "Can you do that until we have to go to work tomorrow?"
Martin pulled his mouth a little ways away from his skin, "I could, but then we'd miss out on other things that are important as well," he informed her before kissing her cheek. "God, you taste so good," he told her before he ran his tongue around the outer edge of her ear and began to nibble on it.
"And what would we be missing out on if we just stayed in bed all day today?" Samantha questioned, kissing his hand she was still holding with hers. Martin didn't answer for a moment while he left a trail of kisses down her neck. He paused when he reached the collar of his shirt she was wearing.
"We'd be missing Sunday morning cartoons, Sam. Please tell me you watch cartoons on the weekends." He frowned at the collar in his way from getting to more skin, "I don't see why you had to put my shirt on last night," he complained, going back to kiss her neck.
"If I haven't put the shirt on, I would have slept completely naked," Samantha reminded him.
Martin groaned and pulled his head away from her neck, "It's going to take a lot to get that picture out of my mind now that I've got it in there." Samantha blushed slightly and shook her head, embarrassed. Martin grinned at her, although she couldn't see it, "Oh come on, you can't embarrass that easily. Some man along the way has to have told you that the image of you naked all night long would drive him crazy all day."
Samantha just shook her head again and felt her cheeks burning. Suddenly, she felt very modest and wanted something more to wear than just the oversized shirt of Martin's. She released his hand and turned around to face him, his lips only an inch or less away from his. "You really do know how to make a girl blush," Samantha teased. Martin nodded and brought his mouth back to hers. While they kissed, Martin's hands began to slide up the sides of his shirt she was wearing, pulling the shirt up with his hands.
"Martin," she gasped, but by the time she noticed what he was doing, he had thrown the shirt off the bed over his shoulder. "No fair," she pouted. "You've still got your clothes on," she complained. "Well, half of them anyway."
Martin just smiled and kissed her again, "Oh, don't worry, we're going to get up and get dressed. And then," he paused to take the time to admire her beautiful figure and to kiss her again, "I'm going to take you to my apartment and have my way with you there." Samantha let out a little giggle when he playfully bit the end of her chin.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter eight. I simply love that little sentence at the end of the last chapter. It was wickedly wonderful! So, before I go on and on about why I left it there and where I got the idea to leave it there from, I'm going to continue on to this new chapter.
Be forewarned, however, that I plan on using some even more evil cliffhangers for future chapters. The last one was only the tip of the iceberg.
P.S. I want a Marty……
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Chapter eight, chapter eight
I want, no need, to ice skate
Like the famous hockey players
Except I don't want to wear
That many clothes layers.
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"What did you just say?" Samantha asked, horrified by what her ears had heard. She knew he hadn't said what she thought he had, because he didn't know about her and Martin. "And what you have with Martin is?" Jack repeated, obviously pleased with himself that he had struck a nerve.
Samantha shook her head slightly, amazed by what Jack was asking her. How dare he, she thought. How dare he come here and then question my relationship with another man? "Go home, Jack," Samantha said firmly.
The small smile on Jack's face quickly disappeared, "Sam, come on, I didn't mean to…"
"Just go home," she cut him off and then slammed the door in his face, dead bolting it. She stood back, away from the door, and just stared at it. After hearing the door slam, Martin figured it was safe to show himself. After he had pulled on his boxers and undershirt, he walked into the living room. He paused when he saw Samantha squatting on the floor, standing on her knees, with her shoulders shaking.
Martin slowly walked over to her and then walked around her until he could see her face. He sank down next to her, standing on his knees as well. "Sam…" he started, trying to get eye contact with her, but her face was hidden by the way her head was ducked down and her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and in front of her face. Martin pushed her hair back out of her face before he lifted her chin up with a finger. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.
She began to shake her head before he even said a word, "I don't want to talk about it, Martin," she spoke softly and her voice trembled. Martin pulled her into an embrace and wrapped his arms fully around her, pulling her close to him. He hated how she acted so tough and unbreakable, but in reality she was just like every other human being - fragile. He hated the way she wouldn't talk to him about what was bothering her and how she kept everything all bottled up inside. But what he hated the most was the feeling he got when he knew he couldn't protect her.
All of these things scared Martin more than he wanted to admit, so he pushed them to the back of his mind and held her even closer. Samantha clung to his undershirt and cried silently against his chest. Martin kissed her forehead, making Samantha recoil and wipe her tears away with the sleeve of her bathrobe. She gave a weak laugh as she pictured the way she must look to Martin. "I'm so sorry about all of this," she told him as he stood up and held out his hand to help her up.
She didn't take it and instead forced her own two wobbly legs to work. "I've ruined tonight," she admitted, sneaking a glance at the front door before settling her eyes on his. "I feel like such a cry baby lately," she joked, wiping away the last single tear rolling down her cheek.
"Sam, I really wish you'd tell me what's bugging you," Martin said softly, running his hand down her hairline to rest on her cheek. Samantha just shook her head and looked back at him. She knew she was hurting him, even though that was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. I need to rewind time, Samantha told herself. Just got back in time and never open the door.
"It's nothing, I swear," when she saw the look on his face, she knew she would have to do better than that to convince him. "It's just Jack being a jerk again."
Martin didn't look taken back like Samantha had figured he would, "I figured it was Jack at the door. Not many other people can get you angry enough to slam the front door that fiercely." Samantha let a little smile show, thinking how lucky she was to have Martin. At that moment, she would have liked nothing better than to tell him how much she cared about him, how much she loved him, but the words wouldn't form on her lips.
Looping her arms around his neck, she sighed. "I'm tired," she whispered. Martin nodded and gave her a very gentle, very sweet kiss. "Then go to bed," he whispered back, already starting to walk backwards towards the bedroom.
"And you're going to come to bed with me, aren't you?" Samantha asked in a hushed voice. Martin didn't answer with words. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and pulled her into another kiss.
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Samantha woke up with a strong arm wrapped around her waist. She took her time waking up, since it was Sunday and they didn't have to work. She turned her head around to look over her shoulder, where Martin's head came into view. He was sleeping quietly, his head propped up on one pillow and his arm. Samantha smiled a knowing smile to herself turning her head back around and gently wrapping her hand around his that was still resting on her waist. She pulled his hand and arm until his fingers, entangled with hers, were resting right in front of her eyes.
The only movement she made in the next half hour was her eyes blinking. Samantha let out a sigh of contempt and just laid there, feeling the best she ever had in her life. When she had been having an affair with Jack, she would always wake up alone because Jake would have left after the sex to go home to his wife and kids. This relationship is just me and Martin, Samantha thought, not me, Martin, and his wife that his wants to work things out with. Many times over the past two years, Samantha had regretted her affair with Jack, but she admitted to herself that she had had feelings for the man, however farfetched they happened to have been.
I want things with Martin to work out, Samantha told herself. He's so perfect for me and he's actually a single, available man. "Martin," she murmured, not even realizing she had spoken out loud until the body behind her shifted around and she felt a pair of lips on her neck. Samantha closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling for as long as she could. "That feels really good," Samantha told him as he continued. "Can you do that until we have to go to work tomorrow?"
Martin pulled his mouth a little ways away from his skin, "I could, but then we'd miss out on other things that are important as well," he informed her before kissing her cheek. "God, you taste so good," he told her before he ran his tongue around the outer edge of her ear and began to nibble on it.
"And what would we be missing out on if we just stayed in bed all day today?" Samantha questioned, kissing his hand she was still holding with hers. Martin didn't answer for a moment while he left a trail of kisses down her neck. He paused when he reached the collar of his shirt she was wearing.
"We'd be missing Sunday morning cartoons, Sam. Please tell me you watch cartoons on the weekends." He frowned at the collar in his way from getting to more skin, "I don't see why you had to put my shirt on last night," he complained, going back to kiss her neck.
"If I haven't put the shirt on, I would have slept completely naked," Samantha reminded him.
Martin groaned and pulled his head away from her neck, "It's going to take a lot to get that picture out of my mind now that I've got it in there." Samantha blushed slightly and shook her head, embarrassed. Martin grinned at her, although she couldn't see it, "Oh come on, you can't embarrass that easily. Some man along the way has to have told you that the image of you naked all night long would drive him crazy all day."
Samantha just shook her head again and felt her cheeks burning. Suddenly, she felt very modest and wanted something more to wear than just the oversized shirt of Martin's. She released his hand and turned around to face him, his lips only an inch or less away from his. "You really do know how to make a girl blush," Samantha teased. Martin nodded and brought his mouth back to hers. While they kissed, Martin's hands began to slide up the sides of his shirt she was wearing, pulling the shirt up with his hands.
"Martin," she gasped, but by the time she noticed what he was doing, he had thrown the shirt off the bed over his shoulder. "No fair," she pouted. "You've still got your clothes on," she complained. "Well, half of them anyway."
Martin just smiled and kissed her again, "Oh, don't worry, we're going to get up and get dressed. And then," he paused to take the time to admire her beautiful figure and to kiss her again, "I'm going to take you to my apartment and have my way with you there." Samantha let out a little giggle when he playfully bit the end of her chin.