Disclaimer: Read all the other ones...I'm 2 lazi 2 repeat it
Author's Note: Almost done with the story...finally.
Martin woke up later that day to Sam's pretty face. She was still asleep. Martin smiled. Wisps of her blonde hair were falling across her face and she was clutching his hand as if afraid to let him go. He kissed her hand then eased himself out of her hold. He dressed quickly and looked to see if Sam was still asleep. Then he left the room as quietly as he could.
Outside in the hall, Martin called Allie. After a couple of rings she finally picked up.
"Hey, it's Martin."
"Hey! What's up?" For some particular reason she sounded happy to hear him.
"Are you busy right now?" He asked.
"No. Just between photo shoots. Why?"
"Can you meet me somewhere?"
"Sure." Allie said. "Where are you right now?"
"At the hotel."
"Okay. How 'bout you just meet me by the pools?" Allie suggested.
"Fine by me." Martin agreed before hanging up.
Allie wasn't there when Martin got to the pools. Few minutes later he saw Allie. She just had an oversized T-shirt on over a wet blue bikini and her hair was wet. She smiled as she approached.
"Hey."
"Hi. Thanks for meeting me." Martin said.
"No problem. So whatcha need?"
"Why did you tell Sam I cheated on you?" Martin asked bluntly.
Allie stiffened. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't kid around, Allie. You're not the type to." Martin said, not backing down.
"Fine. So I told her that. What's wrong with it?" She admitted.
"She deserves to know the truth, Allie."
She shrugged. "How does she know you're not lying, Martin?"
He looked her in the eye. "Because I'm not."
Allie said nothing but didn't back down, either.
"Sam doesn't even trust me now. What are you trying to do, Allie?" he asked.
"Well," she sauntered up to Martin, "if she doesn't trust you, then I don't think she deserves you."
She began running a finger around the muscles on his arm. Martin took her hand and lifted it away from his arm. "Allie, we are over. I'm with Sam now."
"Fine." Allie backed away. "I still think we have a chance. If you wanna try again, lemme know."
With that, Allie turned around and headed back the way she came. Martin sighed. Things were getting too complicated. He headed back to the room. Instead of finding Sam, he found a note taped to the TV.
At the café inside the Paris hotel.
Sam
After reading the note Martin tossed it in the trash. Again he left the room, this time to meet Sam.
Sam sat outside the café by herself with a cup of coffee in front of her. She still had her sunglasses on. Martin smiled. He took the empty seat in front of her.
"Hi." She greeted with a smile of her own.
"Hi. Trying to get the illusion of Paris?" he asked.
"What makes you think that?" She asked, feigning innocence.
"The café, the coffee...the sunglasses?" Martin said.
Sam laughed. "Like you said, trying but those slot machines sure do ruin it."
"True indeed." He agreed. Martin stood up. "C'mon. Let's grab some sun."
"Why?" Sam asked, getting up anyway.
"Just because." Outside, it was hot as usual. She was glad she had her sunglasses on. Martin checked his watch then dragged her over to the ticket counter for the trips up the Eiffel Tower.
"Martin, we already went up there. Why are we going again?" She asked as he purchased the tickets.
"C'mon. Hurry or we'll miss it." Martin brought her back inside to the elevator that brought them up.
"Martin." Sam grumbled.
"You'll see."
As they reached the top, Martin brought her to the side of the Eiffel Tower that faced the Bellagio. Sam didn't see anything but the grand resort with its giant lake.
She turned to face him. "Martin, I don't see anything."
"Look." He pointed over to the hotel.
Sam turned to the hotel just as a similar water show began. Even though she had already seen it before up close, it was even better watching it from up here.
"Oh my gosh it's beautiful." Sam whispered.
"Knew you'd like it."
Sam scoffed. "That's because I told you that the last time we were up here."
Martin kissed her. "Yeah I know."
Sam leaned again him, enjoying the show. She was glad to finally get the chance to see it with Martin. Then she remembered seeing him leave the room. She tilted her head so she could see his face better; her hand rested on his chest.
"Why'd you leave earlier?" She asked.
Martin was silent. He debated whether or not she should tell her about Allie. In the end he did. "I went to go see Allie."
As usual Sam relapsed into silence at the mention of Allie before simply saying, "Oh."
He gave her waist a squeeze. "It was nothing, Sam. Just some talk."
Sam nodded and turned her gaze back to the Bellagio. She was probably still wary when it came to Allie after last night. Especially after last night.
"I swear it's nothing. I just went to clear some things up." He reassured her.
"Like what?" Sam asked, her eyes still on the show.
"Like," he said, "how much I love you."
She giggled. "You too."
"'You too'? You can't even say 'I love you too, Martin'? He asked, feigning hurt.
"Well, you already know I mean it." Sam replied, smirking.
Martin grinned back at her. "I'd be happier if I heard you say it."
"You're too picky." Sam laughed but said it anyway. "And I do love you, Martin."
They went back to watching the show in silence. Sam rested her head against Martin. The day was going nicely so far. Today was their last day in Vegas and tomorrow they'd be leaving. The thought saddened her; she didn't want to leave yet.
The show ended but Sam stayed put. She didn't want to go. She felt Martin tug at her. Sam turned to look at him.
"Hey, let's go." Martin said softly.
"I'm not ready to go yet, Marty." Sam said sadly.
He wrapped her up in a hug. "I know. I don't want to go either."
"Can we stay another day?" Sam asked, already knowing the answer.
"Sorry, hon, but Jack expects us back on Thursday." Martin released her.
"I know." Reluctantly Sam stepped away from the edge. She began walking to the elevator with Martin following behind her.
Allie watched, hidden, as Martin followed Sam to the elevators. A single tear fell down her cheek. It was now and then that she realized that she couldn't have Martin. But that didn't mean she was going to stop trying.
"What do you want to do on our last day?" Martin asked as they walked hand-in-hand down Las Vegas Blvd.
"I don't know. You pick." Sam said.
"Okay." Martin thought about it. "I have yet to see you in the pool, Sam."
"That's because I don't like going in the pool. Choose something else." Sam told him.
"How about checking out the Venetian?" He asked.
"Why?"
He grinned. "Good shopping."
She laughed. "I think if I shop anymore I won't have any more room in my suitcase."
"Then let's go back to the hotel." Martin stated.
Sam let out a groan as Martin continued having his way with her neck. She ran her hand up and down Martin's arm be fore letting them rest on his shoulders. She gasped as Martin reached the hollow spot between her neck and shoulder. Sam heard him chuckle as she tried to get her breath back.
"Oh my God. Martin." Sam panted. She arched her back as she stretched out her legs.
"Yeah?" Martin asked right as he kissed her. Sam eagerly kissed him back, instantly forgetting what she was going to say.
Sam felt Martin's lips turn into a smile. His hand was running along her side while the other touched her face. She was the first to pull back from the kiss. Martin instantly missed the fell of her mouth against his, the taste of her...
"We should get some sleep before tomorrow." Sam managed to get out.
"Why?"
"Our plane leaves tomorrow."
"Fine." Martin grumbled. He laid down on his side of the bed, resting his hands behind his head. Sam snuggled against his side. Her hands began mapping out the hills and valleys on his chest.
"Are you glad we came out here?" Martin said.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I am. We should go to Hawaii next time."
"How about in a few months?"
Sam look at him, confused. Martin decided that this was probably a good time. He took a deep breath and braced himself. "Marry me, Samantha."
I wasn't originally planning on having Martin propose but as I was writing, I figured...what the heck? Let's make him propose. So, hope you liked it.
