Title: The Other Side.
Author: Andréa
E-mail: jarhead_x@hotmail.com
Summary: Sequel to Affinity.
Rating: PG-13
Category: MS of course.
Spoiler: None, I think.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine and I'm not making any money out of spending hours of my day obsessing over them.
Author's note: English isn't my first spoken language so grammar mistakes will be inevitable. It's from Sam's POV so swearing and cursing are part of this fic. It's inside her head so it's obvious that there will be this kind of thing. Original trio (As Lia likes to call) and all the other members of ...::D E S T I N E D::... I'm doing this due to your lovely comments and sweet words. All of your reviews were like sunshine on my day. Every time I went to the forum and read all the kind words I felt like writing more. I love you gals ::wipe tears away:: And don't forget to review!!! All feedback is accepted with shrieks of glee!
Martin and Sam shipper forum @ destinedto.proboards26.com
*~*
"And I draw a line
To your heart today
To your heart from mine
One line to keep us safe"
-- One Line, by PJ Harvey.
*~*
**Chapter One**
"Don't you two need to breath?"
The voice was like cold water over us. I stopped the kiss with a start, taking my lips away from Martin's and my hands from under his sweatshirt. We both turned at the same time to see who had interrupted us like that. That voice was unmistakable, but in the middle of what we were doing it was a little difficult to my brain to recognize it. I mean; I was kissing Martin... giggles
"It's humanly impossible to stay so long without air." He held a big amused smile on his face that made me want to wipe it off with my hands.
"What are you doing here Danny?"
"Checking with my own eyes." He said, not really answering my question. He took his dark glasses from his eyes as he very lamely tried to restrain a laugh. "And I may add if I hadn't seen with my own eyes I'd never believe in this scene."
I sighed and closed my eyes so I could rub them. All I wanted was a calm and full of kisses and snuggles Sunday with Martin. Surely Danny and his sarcasm weren't in my plans. Why God, oh why I never get what I want? Err, not never... Martin's here with me, isn't he? But the person in question didn't seem bothered by Danny's sudden appearance for he tightened his arms around me. Humm... so comfortable...
"Give us some break, Danny." Hum, now hearing Martin's voice he seemed annoyed by the interruption.
Danny stared at us longer than he needed and suddenly he started chuckling. "We never have a camera when we need one." He muttered as he put his glasses back on and walked off.
I watched him walk away and when I could no longer see him I turned to Martin so I was facing him again. To my surprise his lips held a wide grin. "What?" And instead of answering me he bent down and locked our lips together again.
Hum... yeah... our make out session was really good today.
* * *
I let go of his hand and wrapped my arm around his waist. Feeling my little move he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I gladly snuggled more into him and sighed deeply, both to feel his wonderful smell better and to show the pleasure I was feeling by being in his arms.
The wind soft blew around us and Martin reached out a hand, gently putting a lock of hair back behind my ear. The simple touch of his skin against mine was enough to send fire within my body, to make a tingle ran along my spine. My heart skipped a beat and it was beating so soundly I almost could swear he could hear it.
Pulling his hand away, his lips found a spot on my head and kissed it. His warm lips softly against my skin only increased the sensations in my body. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and sighed again with pleasure. This was just too damn good.
We walked in silence down a path in the Central Park, just enjoying the company and the view. Even being cold, it was a sunny day and the sky was very blue. I like days like this, the sun bright and warm, but the occasional cold wind blowing, causing snuggles into a blanket, warm coats or a very warm body... Yeah, well, I do have a smirk on my lips. He's one hot guy... I mean; I'm in love with a nice, kind, and handsome and hot guy. How more lucky can a woman get.....
We slowly decreased our pace until we had stopped. Martin pulled away and put both hands on my face, cupping it and stared at me for a long while then he leaned in and placed his lips among mine. He gave me a small, sweet kiss and pulled back. "I love you."
I brought my hand up and put it over one of his on my face and held it so I could kiss his palm. "Me too." I said after my small kiss.
..... And this one guy was in love with me too. Yup, how more lucky can a woman get?
"Hey, you know what's cool?" I asked as I put both hands over his chest, flattening it and looking up at him, right in his eyes. How I loved his blue eyes...
"No. What's cool?" He whispered the words in my ear and started nibbling it.
I closed my eyes and tried to keep my breath steady and stopping a very embarrassing moan from escaping from my mouth. Jesus... he knew very well the effect he had on me and, still he kept doing this in a public place. "We'll... we..." I took in a deep breath and tried to focus on my words instead of the feeling of his mouth on my skin. "We'll be celebrating one year anniversary next Valentine's Day."
He stopped nibbling my dear ear time enough to whisper in it. "Interesting. While people are getting out, we'll be having a party."
I laughed and, getting out of my almost hypnotic state, I pulled away from him so he would stop doing his... thing on my ear. Not that I didn't like, because, oh my, that was really good, but like I said before, public place. "Yeah, a particular party inside a bedroom."
"Hmm... I like the way you think."
"Of course. I always have the greatest ideas."
"Oh yeah." And there he was again, nibbling my ear.
I closed my eyes as that burning sensation in my belly grew bigger and my breath grew smaller... "Martin..." I whispered, not with no strength to do something else.
"Yeah?"
"Stop."
"Why?"
Why? Well because if you keep that up you'll be soon laying on the ground naked like the day you were born... "You know why."
He finally let go of my precious ear, pulling his warm lips away; only to be replaced by the cold wind and I wondered if it was really a good idea. His pulling away, I mean. Then he chuckled as one hand reached up to twist a lock of my hair. "I know." He said with that boyish smile of his.
I couldn't stop a smile of my own from creeping over my face. I stared at him as he stared at me while his hand played with my hair. There was a look in his eyes that I always wondered what it was about, but I only saw when he looked at me, so I deduced it was good thing. I was getting used to it, though I still caught myself surprised now and then when I caught him looking at me and I'd never stop being amazed by it. I didn't matter for how long I looked at him, for how long he gave me this especial look.
"I love you." Came out of my mouth seconds later, barely above a whisper and it made him smile even more and his eyes shine. I think he still couldn't believe I was his, that I was in love with him.
"I really hope so."
I wrapped my arms around his waist and let him embrace me; hold me with those strong and male arms of his. I breathed in deeply - I always did that - to feel his smell, always wonderful and sweet. "I do." I nodded against his chest. "I do."
"I love you too. Very much." He whispered just before kissing the top of my head.
Sometimes I wonder if Martin believes it's real, if he has doubts about us, that I'm really in love with him. I don't blame him, I know how it feels, all this questions and doubts because it is all so wonderful and so... untrue. It's like a fairy tale and fairy tales don't exists and that's why I am so afraid that one day I can wake up and he's not by my side, it was all a very good dream.
Depressing, I know, but I didn't have a really good past so waiting for bad things to happen was much easier than hoping for good things. I wanted to change that, though and hopefully Martin would do that for me.
Just because I didn't have a happy past doesn't mean I don't want a happy future.
* * *
He caught my eyes from across the table and gave me a small smile while he watched Jack with one eye so he wouldn't catch us in a flirty moment. I gave him a smile back and looked down at my papers. I had work to do and so did Martin. We did not have time to flirt. Yeah, right... Don't think my brain knew that because soon I was looking back at Martin.
This time he was looking down at his papers too and didn't see my stolen glance. But I think he felt it because as I was looking down I caught his eyes just as he looked up and smiled to myself. I saw his lips moving and a mouthed 'I love you'. I love you too, I thought to myself, more than my life.
Me too, I mouthed back and looked down again, at my papers. Wanting it or not I had work to do and a missing person to find and at that very moment, even if saying to Martin how much I loved him was important, it wasn't more important than finding Emily Robinson.
I had a very thick load paper of telephone calls from Emily to other people, which I had to run through and find something suspicious. Not a fun part, but necessary. Well, but I whished I had field job to do instead. Interrogating people was always more fun. But this time Danny and Viv were the ones who got this part...
* * *
I reached my hand out but instead of touching the mug of coffee like I had expected, it touched, well, air. I looked up confused, sure that I had put my mug there just to meet Martin's face. "Hey."
"It's empty." He said lifting my previously very full mug of coffee.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. "But it wasn't."
"Yes, it was."
"No. It wasn't." He smirked at me and put my mug where it was before he came and made it hostage.
I sighed and leaned back on my chair as I rubbed one hand over my tired eyes. I had a ton of paperwork to do and seriously didn't need a wit Martin. I know, he was sweet and nice and I loved him but with all the work I had to do and wanting to get home sooner than later, handling Martin right now wasn't something I wanted to do.
Sorry Martin, but it seems I'm going to be a bitch for a while...
"I don't have the time right now, ok? Please, just give me my coffee back." I stretched my hand out and waited patiently for him to return my so worshiped black liquid. But he didn't. "I need it." I said, but it came out more as a plea. I didn't want it to be a plea...
"I told you it's empty." He turned the mug upside down just to make his point known and I sighed again. Oh Martin, you're seriously asking me to kick your ass...
I stood and crossed my arms in front of me, shooting him a very scary look. Humm, well, I think it's scary.. I mean; if I was the one receiving this look I'd be scared... "Martin..." I warned and counted to ten, or tried to, giving him time to return my coffee. It's my coffee, damn it!
"I'll give all the coffee you want if you come with me to buy it."
"Buy it?" I asked perplexed. "Why would I go all the way down to buy coffee if there's a machine right over there?" I pointed at the general direction of the coffee maker and kept my hand up, in an inquiry way, just waiting for him to give me an answer.
He sighed and raised his eyebrows as he put his hand on his hips. He stayed like that, just staring at me, waiting me to see his point, but humm... I didn't. Was I missing something here? As I kept mute he became frustrated and eventually sighed. "Come one, Sam... You're smarter than that..."
Confusion and anxiety escaped within me and showed on my physical appearance. Am I not getting something here...? Until something finally clicked in my head and slowly one of those big smiles only Martin gave me formed over my lips. "Oh." It was all I could reply with.
He breathed out a big relieved puff of air. "Finally." He muttered and I started giggling.
Martin, oh poor Martin... Why did I have to make him suffer so much? I wondered myself if this slow train of thought came this slow on purpose or if because of his presence I turned into a retard. "Ok, sir. Let's buy my coffee." I said as a chuckle got out of me. Oh my, the look on Martin's face was even more hilarious than my numb state...
Poor, Martin... and all he wanted was a make out session in the elevator...
* * *
I locked my lips with him one more time, slowly tasting and nibbling them, gathering courage enough to finally let go of him. And his mouth. I sighed as our lips broke apart making a muffled sound echoing through the almost empty parking lot. "I should go." I said though I didn't move.
"Me too." He said back and didn't move either. His hand was under my blouse, on the small of my back while my hands were wrapped around his collar, pulling his face closer to mine. If we didn't stop right then we'd be seriously doing something much more than just kissing.
"Yeah." I whispered staring at him, looking deeply in his blue eyes. I didn't want to take my hands from him, I didn't want him to take his hand from my skin and looking at his face I wanted to kiss him again. I bit my lip trying to keep it from moving with its own will and locking themselves with Martin's again.
He slowly took his hands from under my blouse - and I instantly missed his touch - and put it back on place, then his hands were placed on my face instead. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and pulled away from me, far enough so I wouldn't be able to grab him again and we start another kissing session.
"I love you." He said stepping back, away from me and my car. Away and away... Please come back.
"Love you, too." The words came out mixed with my smile as it broke across my face. I felt burning in my belly and chills through my body. I would never ever get tired of hearing these words from him. Never. "Bye." I whispered and he waved a hand at me when he heard it and kept on walking away from me. "I love you." I yelled, saying the words again, so he could hear from where he was and waved too.
He gave me a big, breath taking smile and mouthed 'Me too'. And kept on walking. I heard him opening the door of his car and he looked back, just to check if I had gotten inside my own. He always did that.
I opened my door and got inside before he could say something then turned my car on. My God, how could I miss someone so much like I was already missing Martin? It was unnatural... I wanted him to be with me every waking moment. I wanted his lips over mine all the time; I wanted his warm hands touching my skin every time I looked at him. And I truly hoped this feeling would never go away. That it'd last forever.
* * *
End of chapter 1.
Please, review. *smile*, but no flames. You don't want to make me cry, do you? *pout*
Author: Andréa
E-mail: jarhead_x@hotmail.com
Summary: Sequel to Affinity.
Rating: PG-13
Category: MS of course.
Spoiler: None, I think.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine and I'm not making any money out of spending hours of my day obsessing over them.
Author's note: English isn't my first spoken language so grammar mistakes will be inevitable. It's from Sam's POV so swearing and cursing are part of this fic. It's inside her head so it's obvious that there will be this kind of thing. Original trio (As Lia likes to call) and all the other members of ...::D E S T I N E D::... I'm doing this due to your lovely comments and sweet words. All of your reviews were like sunshine on my day. Every time I went to the forum and read all the kind words I felt like writing more. I love you gals ::wipe tears away:: And don't forget to review!!! All feedback is accepted with shrieks of glee!
Martin and Sam shipper forum @ destinedto.proboards26.com
*~*
"And I draw a line
To your heart today
To your heart from mine
One line to keep us safe"
-- One Line, by PJ Harvey.
*~*
**Chapter One**
"Don't you two need to breath?"
The voice was like cold water over us. I stopped the kiss with a start, taking my lips away from Martin's and my hands from under his sweatshirt. We both turned at the same time to see who had interrupted us like that. That voice was unmistakable, but in the middle of what we were doing it was a little difficult to my brain to recognize it. I mean; I was kissing Martin... giggles
"It's humanly impossible to stay so long without air." He held a big amused smile on his face that made me want to wipe it off with my hands.
"What are you doing here Danny?"
"Checking with my own eyes." He said, not really answering my question. He took his dark glasses from his eyes as he very lamely tried to restrain a laugh. "And I may add if I hadn't seen with my own eyes I'd never believe in this scene."
I sighed and closed my eyes so I could rub them. All I wanted was a calm and full of kisses and snuggles Sunday with Martin. Surely Danny and his sarcasm weren't in my plans. Why God, oh why I never get what I want? Err, not never... Martin's here with me, isn't he? But the person in question didn't seem bothered by Danny's sudden appearance for he tightened his arms around me. Humm... so comfortable...
"Give us some break, Danny." Hum, now hearing Martin's voice he seemed annoyed by the interruption.
Danny stared at us longer than he needed and suddenly he started chuckling. "We never have a camera when we need one." He muttered as he put his glasses back on and walked off.
I watched him walk away and when I could no longer see him I turned to Martin so I was facing him again. To my surprise his lips held a wide grin. "What?" And instead of answering me he bent down and locked our lips together again.
Hum... yeah... our make out session was really good today.
* * *
I let go of his hand and wrapped my arm around his waist. Feeling my little move he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I gladly snuggled more into him and sighed deeply, both to feel his wonderful smell better and to show the pleasure I was feeling by being in his arms.
The wind soft blew around us and Martin reached out a hand, gently putting a lock of hair back behind my ear. The simple touch of his skin against mine was enough to send fire within my body, to make a tingle ran along my spine. My heart skipped a beat and it was beating so soundly I almost could swear he could hear it.
Pulling his hand away, his lips found a spot on my head and kissed it. His warm lips softly against my skin only increased the sensations in my body. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and sighed again with pleasure. This was just too damn good.
We walked in silence down a path in the Central Park, just enjoying the company and the view. Even being cold, it was a sunny day and the sky was very blue. I like days like this, the sun bright and warm, but the occasional cold wind blowing, causing snuggles into a blanket, warm coats or a very warm body... Yeah, well, I do have a smirk on my lips. He's one hot guy... I mean; I'm in love with a nice, kind, and handsome and hot guy. How more lucky can a woman get.....
We slowly decreased our pace until we had stopped. Martin pulled away and put both hands on my face, cupping it and stared at me for a long while then he leaned in and placed his lips among mine. He gave me a small, sweet kiss and pulled back. "I love you."
I brought my hand up and put it over one of his on my face and held it so I could kiss his palm. "Me too." I said after my small kiss.
..... And this one guy was in love with me too. Yup, how more lucky can a woman get?
"Hey, you know what's cool?" I asked as I put both hands over his chest, flattening it and looking up at him, right in his eyes. How I loved his blue eyes...
"No. What's cool?" He whispered the words in my ear and started nibbling it.
I closed my eyes and tried to keep my breath steady and stopping a very embarrassing moan from escaping from my mouth. Jesus... he knew very well the effect he had on me and, still he kept doing this in a public place. "We'll... we..." I took in a deep breath and tried to focus on my words instead of the feeling of his mouth on my skin. "We'll be celebrating one year anniversary next Valentine's Day."
He stopped nibbling my dear ear time enough to whisper in it. "Interesting. While people are getting out, we'll be having a party."
I laughed and, getting out of my almost hypnotic state, I pulled away from him so he would stop doing his... thing on my ear. Not that I didn't like, because, oh my, that was really good, but like I said before, public place. "Yeah, a particular party inside a bedroom."
"Hmm... I like the way you think."
"Of course. I always have the greatest ideas."
"Oh yeah." And there he was again, nibbling my ear.
I closed my eyes as that burning sensation in my belly grew bigger and my breath grew smaller... "Martin..." I whispered, not with no strength to do something else.
"Yeah?"
"Stop."
"Why?"
Why? Well because if you keep that up you'll be soon laying on the ground naked like the day you were born... "You know why."
He finally let go of my precious ear, pulling his warm lips away; only to be replaced by the cold wind and I wondered if it was really a good idea. His pulling away, I mean. Then he chuckled as one hand reached up to twist a lock of my hair. "I know." He said with that boyish smile of his.
I couldn't stop a smile of my own from creeping over my face. I stared at him as he stared at me while his hand played with my hair. There was a look in his eyes that I always wondered what it was about, but I only saw when he looked at me, so I deduced it was good thing. I was getting used to it, though I still caught myself surprised now and then when I caught him looking at me and I'd never stop being amazed by it. I didn't matter for how long I looked at him, for how long he gave me this especial look.
"I love you." Came out of my mouth seconds later, barely above a whisper and it made him smile even more and his eyes shine. I think he still couldn't believe I was his, that I was in love with him.
"I really hope so."
I wrapped my arms around his waist and let him embrace me; hold me with those strong and male arms of his. I breathed in deeply - I always did that - to feel his smell, always wonderful and sweet. "I do." I nodded against his chest. "I do."
"I love you too. Very much." He whispered just before kissing the top of my head.
Sometimes I wonder if Martin believes it's real, if he has doubts about us, that I'm really in love with him. I don't blame him, I know how it feels, all this questions and doubts because it is all so wonderful and so... untrue. It's like a fairy tale and fairy tales don't exists and that's why I am so afraid that one day I can wake up and he's not by my side, it was all a very good dream.
Depressing, I know, but I didn't have a really good past so waiting for bad things to happen was much easier than hoping for good things. I wanted to change that, though and hopefully Martin would do that for me.
Just because I didn't have a happy past doesn't mean I don't want a happy future.
* * *
He caught my eyes from across the table and gave me a small smile while he watched Jack with one eye so he wouldn't catch us in a flirty moment. I gave him a smile back and looked down at my papers. I had work to do and so did Martin. We did not have time to flirt. Yeah, right... Don't think my brain knew that because soon I was looking back at Martin.
This time he was looking down at his papers too and didn't see my stolen glance. But I think he felt it because as I was looking down I caught his eyes just as he looked up and smiled to myself. I saw his lips moving and a mouthed 'I love you'. I love you too, I thought to myself, more than my life.
Me too, I mouthed back and looked down again, at my papers. Wanting it or not I had work to do and a missing person to find and at that very moment, even if saying to Martin how much I loved him was important, it wasn't more important than finding Emily Robinson.
I had a very thick load paper of telephone calls from Emily to other people, which I had to run through and find something suspicious. Not a fun part, but necessary. Well, but I whished I had field job to do instead. Interrogating people was always more fun. But this time Danny and Viv were the ones who got this part...
* * *
I reached my hand out but instead of touching the mug of coffee like I had expected, it touched, well, air. I looked up confused, sure that I had put my mug there just to meet Martin's face. "Hey."
"It's empty." He said lifting my previously very full mug of coffee.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. "But it wasn't."
"Yes, it was."
"No. It wasn't." He smirked at me and put my mug where it was before he came and made it hostage.
I sighed and leaned back on my chair as I rubbed one hand over my tired eyes. I had a ton of paperwork to do and seriously didn't need a wit Martin. I know, he was sweet and nice and I loved him but with all the work I had to do and wanting to get home sooner than later, handling Martin right now wasn't something I wanted to do.
Sorry Martin, but it seems I'm going to be a bitch for a while...
"I don't have the time right now, ok? Please, just give me my coffee back." I stretched my hand out and waited patiently for him to return my so worshiped black liquid. But he didn't. "I need it." I said, but it came out more as a plea. I didn't want it to be a plea...
"I told you it's empty." He turned the mug upside down just to make his point known and I sighed again. Oh Martin, you're seriously asking me to kick your ass...
I stood and crossed my arms in front of me, shooting him a very scary look. Humm, well, I think it's scary.. I mean; if I was the one receiving this look I'd be scared... "Martin..." I warned and counted to ten, or tried to, giving him time to return my coffee. It's my coffee, damn it!
"I'll give all the coffee you want if you come with me to buy it."
"Buy it?" I asked perplexed. "Why would I go all the way down to buy coffee if there's a machine right over there?" I pointed at the general direction of the coffee maker and kept my hand up, in an inquiry way, just waiting for him to give me an answer.
He sighed and raised his eyebrows as he put his hand on his hips. He stayed like that, just staring at me, waiting me to see his point, but humm... I didn't. Was I missing something here? As I kept mute he became frustrated and eventually sighed. "Come one, Sam... You're smarter than that..."
Confusion and anxiety escaped within me and showed on my physical appearance. Am I not getting something here...? Until something finally clicked in my head and slowly one of those big smiles only Martin gave me formed over my lips. "Oh." It was all I could reply with.
He breathed out a big relieved puff of air. "Finally." He muttered and I started giggling.
Martin, oh poor Martin... Why did I have to make him suffer so much? I wondered myself if this slow train of thought came this slow on purpose or if because of his presence I turned into a retard. "Ok, sir. Let's buy my coffee." I said as a chuckle got out of me. Oh my, the look on Martin's face was even more hilarious than my numb state...
Poor, Martin... and all he wanted was a make out session in the elevator...
* * *
I locked my lips with him one more time, slowly tasting and nibbling them, gathering courage enough to finally let go of him. And his mouth. I sighed as our lips broke apart making a muffled sound echoing through the almost empty parking lot. "I should go." I said though I didn't move.
"Me too." He said back and didn't move either. His hand was under my blouse, on the small of my back while my hands were wrapped around his collar, pulling his face closer to mine. If we didn't stop right then we'd be seriously doing something much more than just kissing.
"Yeah." I whispered staring at him, looking deeply in his blue eyes. I didn't want to take my hands from him, I didn't want him to take his hand from my skin and looking at his face I wanted to kiss him again. I bit my lip trying to keep it from moving with its own will and locking themselves with Martin's again.
He slowly took his hands from under my blouse - and I instantly missed his touch - and put it back on place, then his hands were placed on my face instead. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and pulled away from me, far enough so I wouldn't be able to grab him again and we start another kissing session.
"I love you." He said stepping back, away from me and my car. Away and away... Please come back.
"Love you, too." The words came out mixed with my smile as it broke across my face. I felt burning in my belly and chills through my body. I would never ever get tired of hearing these words from him. Never. "Bye." I whispered and he waved a hand at me when he heard it and kept on walking away from me. "I love you." I yelled, saying the words again, so he could hear from where he was and waved too.
He gave me a big, breath taking smile and mouthed 'Me too'. And kept on walking. I heard him opening the door of his car and he looked back, just to check if I had gotten inside my own. He always did that.
I opened my door and got inside before he could say something then turned my car on. My God, how could I miss someone so much like I was already missing Martin? It was unnatural... I wanted him to be with me every waking moment. I wanted his lips over mine all the time; I wanted his warm hands touching my skin every time I looked at him. And I truly hoped this feeling would never go away. That it'd last forever.
* * *
End of chapter 1.
Please, review. *smile*, but no flames. You don't want to make me cry, do you? *pout*