Maybe Tomorrow
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Another day, another chapter. I'm rolling right along, and none of these chapters have gone like I planned for them too. Sometimes I think the fan-fic takes over my mind and uses my hands to type what it wants to be and then it uses my horrible spelling to edit it…
ARRGHH!!! My BF just dropped out of the special program at my school and is leaving me for a more pathetic school. I'm really depressed, so that might be reflected in upcoming fan-fics. To my friend, you may know who you are, you SUCK!!!!! (But I love you anyway)
Right then. Chapter nine, here it goes. A little more comic relief before I pull out the huge drama guns.
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Chapter nine, chapter nine Turn the car on a dime Racing down the blocks Where every car has two locks.
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"This isn't what I wasn't expecting when you told me you were going to have your way with me," Samantha commented lightly as she pulled her legs up under her butt.
Martin chuckled and turned his head to face her. God, she loved that smile of his. It always made her want to just melt away. "That would be because you have a dirty mind, Miss Spade."
Samantha rolled her eyes, "Says the man who's had a picture of me naked in his mind for an hour."
Martin looked at her as if what she had said was ridiculous, "Sam, that picture's been in here," he pointing to the top of his head, "for way more than an hour."
Samantha playfully gasped and slapped his arm, giggling freely. She shook her head and looked back down at the bowl in her lap. "I still can't believe you actually convinced me to eat this… stuff," she told him, looking down at the now soggy cereal.
Martin took a bite from his own cereal bowl and smiled at her, letting a trickle of milk slide from the side of his mouth, which caused him to laugh at the matter. Samantha leaned towards him and wiped it off with her thumb before letting her hand rest on his cheek. Martin quickly took the bowl out of her lap and set it on the end table before pulling her to him, pressing his mouth urgently against hers.
Samantha absolutely loved the feeling he was creating under her skin. She pulled him down on top of her and let her head sit on the armrest of the couch. "Now this is more like it," Samantha told him when he pulled away slowly. Martin just grinned and shook his head. "You never cease to amaze me, Miss Spade," Martin informed her. When Martin called her, Miss Spade, she thought about how ridiculous that sounded. For a while during the time when she was fooling around with Jack, she had thought about marrying him. Never seriously, since he was already married and had two little daughters, but sometimes she'd wake up in the morning, alone after a night of sex, and think that if they got married, then she wouldn't have to share Jack anymore.
Samantha had grown up a lot since the end of her affair with Jack. But she still saw a marriage somewhere in the future, only now she couldn't see herself waking up next to Jack every morning. She didn't want the responsibility of trying to help take care of two kids that weren't her own. She didn't want a bunch of children and a house with a white picket fence around it. Samantha was a modern woman in a new world and she didn't want what Jack had.
"Martin?" she whispered, watching his head raise to face her once he heard her call his name. "Yeah?" he replied, brushing back all the hair that had recently fallen into her face. When she looked into his eyes, Samantha felt something she had never felt before. He really cares about me, she told herself, watching the way he looked at her. He really does care…
"Nothing," she responded. One of these days I'll tell him, she promised herself. I'll tell him how much he means to me and how much I care about him. But for now… she let the thought trail off as she ran her hands up the back of his undershirt. Martin took this as a sign to continue what he was doing before, so he brought his lips back to hers. Samantha loved the way it felt when they kissed; loved everything about them together. She was reminded just has strong he really was while her fingers ran over all the tight muscles in his back.
Martin slowly pulled away, regretting it as soon as he had air back into his lungs. But honestly, he needed to get outside for a little bit. Between work and being at Samantha's apartment, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen the sun. Sitting up on the couch and pulling Samantha with him, he took the half empty cereal bowls into the kitchen. Samantha turned around to look over the back of the couch. She rested her chin on the back and watched Martin moved around in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess they had made fixing breakfast.
When he was done, he came back and stood behind the couch, leaning down until he was face to face with Samantha. "Take your shirt and pants off," Martin requested lightly. Samantha stared at him, a look of bewilderment clouding her face. Sure, she had been in less than her bra and underwear before, but he never came right out and asked her to take her clothes off. As a matter of fact, Martin usually was the one taking her clothes off for her, she thought was slight amusement.
"Why?" she asked cautiously, looking from his messy hair to his adorable smile and then resting on his eyes. Martin's eyebrows raised and he grinned widened. He gave her a small peck on the cheek and then headed in the direction of his bedroom. "Just do it. I'll be right back out in a minute."
Samantha watched him walk out of the room and close the door to his bedroom behind him. Every time she thought she had him figured out, he went and threw a wrench into the machine and made her wonder all over again what he was really like. Sighing to herself, Samantha pulled her shirt up over her head and then stood up to pull off her jeans. Then she stood in the middle of Martin's living room, clad only in her thong and bra, waiting for him to come back and tell her what was going on. As she thought about this, Martin's door opened and he walked back in, carrying two beach towels. He was wearing his swimming trunks and his feet were in his sandals. He handed Samantha one of the towels and smiled.
Samantha shook her head no, no, no, no, no, but Martin just grinned and turned her around, guiding her to the front door. Samantha pressed her heels against the carpet to try to stop moving, but Martin was stronger than she was and he kept propelling her towards the door, which was now only a few feet away.
"Martin, no," she protested in a low groan. She turned around at the door and pressed her back up against it, trying to keep him from opening it and leading her outside. "Can't we stay in here and just watch those cartoons or something?"
Martin shook his head and then rested one hand against the door next to her, "Our little Samantha isn't afraid of getting a little wet is she?" he kidded, resting his forehead against hers. He reached for the door handle, but she beat him to it, holding it in place while he tried to turn it. "Come on, Sam, you need to get out more. You're starting to get a little pale."
"I am not going to swim in a public pool in my underwear, Martin," she retorted, gripping the handle harder as he tried to again turn it. Martin pulled his head away from hers, grabbing her free hand with the hand he used to have against the door. Then he began to work on trying to get her other hand off the door knob.
"Yes, you are going to go swimming in the pool, but it isn't exactly public. It's only open to the people who live in the apartment building and most of those people are old people who can't take a lot of sunlight, so they stay inside. Contrary to your belief, Sam, we are not like those old farts and so we are going to get our asses down there and get wet," Martin told her. "Do I make myself clear?" He finally managed to pry her fingers off of the door handle just long enough to twist it and get it open. Then, before she could protest any further, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the hallway.
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Samantha protested the entire way down to the pool on the ground level. She told Martin she was going to kill him for this and she would never let him live it down for the rest of his life. But Martin just ignored everything she said and kept pulling her until he was opening the gate to the pool. Just like he had thought, Martin didn't see a single person in the entire pool area, which got Samantha to calm down a little bit, but not enough to make it worth it.
"It is cruelty to the opposite sex," Samantha informed him as she stood by the lounging chair Martin was sitting the towels down on. He ignored her complaints and then before Samantha knew what was happening, he was pulling her towards the deep end of the pool.
"Oh no, Martin!" she squealed, turning around to run in the other direction, but Martin held on to her wrist. She finally managed to break free from his grasp, but before she got two yards, his arms had wrapped around her waist from behind. Samantha felt her feet leave the deck again, and she started to screech, but it came out as a fit of giggles. She started to scream, 'MARTIN' but she felt herself falling backwards, so she shut her mouth just as they hit the water.
The chilliness of the water surprised Samantha. True enough, it had rained the night before, but the sun was high in the sky and the heat of the day engulfed them. Falling into water that was sixty degrees gave Samantha Spade the shock of a lifetime. Breaking the surface, she gasped for air to let it fill her lungs. Her entire body was shivering and she could hear her teeth chattering.
"Mmarrttiinn…" she tried to say when he came up for air next to her. "I'mm ggooiinngg ttttoo kkilllll yoouu." Martin ducked back under the water and then Samantha felt something tugging at her foot. She had just enough time to get a mouthful of air before she felt herself going under.
Under the water was a totally different world for the surface. Everything had a shade of light blue added to it and the chlorine in the water briefly stung Samantha's eyes. Once her eyes adjusted, Samantha was opened to everything she had been missing out on before. She had never had the opportunity to be a swimmer, surfer, diver, or anyone else who spent time in the water. Sudden memory of this sent a wave of panic through her when she realized that she was about out of air and she didn't know how to swim.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Another day, another chapter. I'm rolling right along, and none of these chapters have gone like I planned for them too. Sometimes I think the fan-fic takes over my mind and uses my hands to type what it wants to be and then it uses my horrible spelling to edit it…
ARRGHH!!! My BF just dropped out of the special program at my school and is leaving me for a more pathetic school. I'm really depressed, so that might be reflected in upcoming fan-fics. To my friend, you may know who you are, you SUCK!!!!! (But I love you anyway)
Right then. Chapter nine, here it goes. A little more comic relief before I pull out the huge drama guns.
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Chapter nine, chapter nine Turn the car on a dime Racing down the blocks Where every car has two locks.
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"This isn't what I wasn't expecting when you told me you were going to have your way with me," Samantha commented lightly as she pulled her legs up under her butt.
Martin chuckled and turned his head to face her. God, she loved that smile of his. It always made her want to just melt away. "That would be because you have a dirty mind, Miss Spade."
Samantha rolled her eyes, "Says the man who's had a picture of me naked in his mind for an hour."
Martin looked at her as if what she had said was ridiculous, "Sam, that picture's been in here," he pointing to the top of his head, "for way more than an hour."
Samantha playfully gasped and slapped his arm, giggling freely. She shook her head and looked back down at the bowl in her lap. "I still can't believe you actually convinced me to eat this… stuff," she told him, looking down at the now soggy cereal.
Martin took a bite from his own cereal bowl and smiled at her, letting a trickle of milk slide from the side of his mouth, which caused him to laugh at the matter. Samantha leaned towards him and wiped it off with her thumb before letting her hand rest on his cheek. Martin quickly took the bowl out of her lap and set it on the end table before pulling her to him, pressing his mouth urgently against hers.
Samantha absolutely loved the feeling he was creating under her skin. She pulled him down on top of her and let her head sit on the armrest of the couch. "Now this is more like it," Samantha told him when he pulled away slowly. Martin just grinned and shook his head. "You never cease to amaze me, Miss Spade," Martin informed her. When Martin called her, Miss Spade, she thought about how ridiculous that sounded. For a while during the time when she was fooling around with Jack, she had thought about marrying him. Never seriously, since he was already married and had two little daughters, but sometimes she'd wake up in the morning, alone after a night of sex, and think that if they got married, then she wouldn't have to share Jack anymore.
Samantha had grown up a lot since the end of her affair with Jack. But she still saw a marriage somewhere in the future, only now she couldn't see herself waking up next to Jack every morning. She didn't want the responsibility of trying to help take care of two kids that weren't her own. She didn't want a bunch of children and a house with a white picket fence around it. Samantha was a modern woman in a new world and she didn't want what Jack had.
"Martin?" she whispered, watching his head raise to face her once he heard her call his name. "Yeah?" he replied, brushing back all the hair that had recently fallen into her face. When she looked into his eyes, Samantha felt something she had never felt before. He really cares about me, she told herself, watching the way he looked at her. He really does care…
"Nothing," she responded. One of these days I'll tell him, she promised herself. I'll tell him how much he means to me and how much I care about him. But for now… she let the thought trail off as she ran her hands up the back of his undershirt. Martin took this as a sign to continue what he was doing before, so he brought his lips back to hers. Samantha loved the way it felt when they kissed; loved everything about them together. She was reminded just has strong he really was while her fingers ran over all the tight muscles in his back.
Martin slowly pulled away, regretting it as soon as he had air back into his lungs. But honestly, he needed to get outside for a little bit. Between work and being at Samantha's apartment, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen the sun. Sitting up on the couch and pulling Samantha with him, he took the half empty cereal bowls into the kitchen. Samantha turned around to look over the back of the couch. She rested her chin on the back and watched Martin moved around in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess they had made fixing breakfast.
When he was done, he came back and stood behind the couch, leaning down until he was face to face with Samantha. "Take your shirt and pants off," Martin requested lightly. Samantha stared at him, a look of bewilderment clouding her face. Sure, she had been in less than her bra and underwear before, but he never came right out and asked her to take her clothes off. As a matter of fact, Martin usually was the one taking her clothes off for her, she thought was slight amusement.
"Why?" she asked cautiously, looking from his messy hair to his adorable smile and then resting on his eyes. Martin's eyebrows raised and he grinned widened. He gave her a small peck on the cheek and then headed in the direction of his bedroom. "Just do it. I'll be right back out in a minute."
Samantha watched him walk out of the room and close the door to his bedroom behind him. Every time she thought she had him figured out, he went and threw a wrench into the machine and made her wonder all over again what he was really like. Sighing to herself, Samantha pulled her shirt up over her head and then stood up to pull off her jeans. Then she stood in the middle of Martin's living room, clad only in her thong and bra, waiting for him to come back and tell her what was going on. As she thought about this, Martin's door opened and he walked back in, carrying two beach towels. He was wearing his swimming trunks and his feet were in his sandals. He handed Samantha one of the towels and smiled.
Samantha shook her head no, no, no, no, no, but Martin just grinned and turned her around, guiding her to the front door. Samantha pressed her heels against the carpet to try to stop moving, but Martin was stronger than she was and he kept propelling her towards the door, which was now only a few feet away.
"Martin, no," she protested in a low groan. She turned around at the door and pressed her back up against it, trying to keep him from opening it and leading her outside. "Can't we stay in here and just watch those cartoons or something?"
Martin shook his head and then rested one hand against the door next to her, "Our little Samantha isn't afraid of getting a little wet is she?" he kidded, resting his forehead against hers. He reached for the door handle, but she beat him to it, holding it in place while he tried to turn it. "Come on, Sam, you need to get out more. You're starting to get a little pale."
"I am not going to swim in a public pool in my underwear, Martin," she retorted, gripping the handle harder as he tried to again turn it. Martin pulled his head away from hers, grabbing her free hand with the hand he used to have against the door. Then he began to work on trying to get her other hand off the door knob.
"Yes, you are going to go swimming in the pool, but it isn't exactly public. It's only open to the people who live in the apartment building and most of those people are old people who can't take a lot of sunlight, so they stay inside. Contrary to your belief, Sam, we are not like those old farts and so we are going to get our asses down there and get wet," Martin told her. "Do I make myself clear?" He finally managed to pry her fingers off of the door handle just long enough to twist it and get it open. Then, before she could protest any further, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the hallway.
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Samantha protested the entire way down to the pool on the ground level. She told Martin she was going to kill him for this and she would never let him live it down for the rest of his life. But Martin just ignored everything she said and kept pulling her until he was opening the gate to the pool. Just like he had thought, Martin didn't see a single person in the entire pool area, which got Samantha to calm down a little bit, but not enough to make it worth it.
"It is cruelty to the opposite sex," Samantha informed him as she stood by the lounging chair Martin was sitting the towels down on. He ignored her complaints and then before Samantha knew what was happening, he was pulling her towards the deep end of the pool.
"Oh no, Martin!" she squealed, turning around to run in the other direction, but Martin held on to her wrist. She finally managed to break free from his grasp, but before she got two yards, his arms had wrapped around her waist from behind. Samantha felt her feet leave the deck again, and she started to screech, but it came out as a fit of giggles. She started to scream, 'MARTIN' but she felt herself falling backwards, so she shut her mouth just as they hit the water.
The chilliness of the water surprised Samantha. True enough, it had rained the night before, but the sun was high in the sky and the heat of the day engulfed them. Falling into water that was sixty degrees gave Samantha Spade the shock of a lifetime. Breaking the surface, she gasped for air to let it fill her lungs. Her entire body was shivering and she could hear her teeth chattering.
"Mmarrttiinn…" she tried to say when he came up for air next to her. "I'mm ggooiinngg ttttoo kkilllll yoouu." Martin ducked back under the water and then Samantha felt something tugging at her foot. She had just enough time to get a mouthful of air before she felt herself going under.
Under the water was a totally different world for the surface. Everything had a shade of light blue added to it and the chlorine in the water briefly stung Samantha's eyes. Once her eyes adjusted, Samantha was opened to everything she had been missing out on before. She had never had the opportunity to be a swimmer, surfer, diver, or anyone else who spent time in the water. Sudden memory of this sent a wave of panic through her when she realized that she was about out of air and she didn't know how to swim.