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Chapter Four
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I let out a big sigh of pleasure when Martin pressed the right spot on my foot. His gentle hands worked on my feet, doing their little magic as it took me to wonderland. If you were the one having the wonderful sensation of having Martin's magic fingers on your feet you'd know what I'm talking about.
I shifted to support better my neck, which was starting to hurt, putting more of my legs over Martin's. "Uncomfortable?" He whispered that husky and sensuous voice of his, which, damn it turned me on immediately.
"No, my... ahh..." I got lost for a moment, forgetting what I was going to say for focusing on his handsome face and soothing fingers instead of my words. I shook my head slightly. "My neck was hurting, but I'm fine now."
"Good." He nodded and focused back on my feet. Did he know how damn good that was? Jesus Christ...
He rubbed my feet gently for a few more seconds and slowly started to bring his hands up. One of them held my ankle firmly but just enough to keep it in place, that I could take my leg from him anytime. The other slowly reached up, sliding along my leg, caressing my skin, getting weak moans and sighs from me. But suddenly he stopped moving his hand and I opened my eyes (which, of course, were already closed.) to look at him and complain why the hell he had stopped.
He had that look in his eyes, lost, painful. Confused by his sudden change of mood I looked down at his hand, searching for any clue and finding exactly the reason of it.
As he slid his hand up, my...his... tee shirt went up, revealing a scar, keeper of a lot of bad and painful memories, from when I got shot. A scar that'd never fade away. And consequently the memories of it.
His fingers were softly running up and down that small scar, I could feel then shivering and knew why. Though the moment was the same, the reasons for the fear were different from when I remembered of it. I'm sure his fears were from losing me and mine... well, mine were of losing the nothing I had in my life, losing my own life, even if I had nothing to live for.
I straightened and put my hand over his, holding it and stopping its moves. "Martin..." I could do nothing but whisper, afraid that anything else would scare him, even it being stupid.
He looked at me and I saw his eyes glistening, holding a little more glow than usually, what made me believe it was tears. And I was right for half a second later a lonely salty drop ran down his cheek and as quickly as it came he wiped it away.
"Oh baby." I let out with a breath, feeling my heart ache by seeing him in such sad state. I remember perfectly fine how I felt; the moment I got shot... my heart was shattered. Ripped apart, I felt like I was dead... lonely. And that's how I felt... alone. I was all by myself. It felt cold... hard... dark.
I could only imagine how it must have felt to Martin. To see me like that, see me crying in the ambulance, trying to comfort me at the hospital when himself was breaking inside.
I came closer, straddling his lap and wrapped my arms around him, hoping to give him the same strength and comfort his own arms always gave me. "It's all right. It's all over."
"I know." He whispered; his voice muffled by my shoulder, where his face was resting after he embraced me back. "I just..." He trailed off, words failing, and let out a deep breath, tightening his arms around me. "I felt really scared."
"Shh." I kissed his forehead and let my lips rest on his warm skin for a while.
"I wasn't really afraid of losing you.." He slowly whispered the words out and I was actually surprised. I pulled away enough to look at him and he pulled away too, at the same time, so us both were staring at each other. "I was afraid of losing you without telling you how I really felt."
I tilted my head and squinted my eyes as I kept staring at him. "Why you never told me, then?"
He shrugged as he let out a breathy chuckle and put one hand on my cheek. "I wanted it to be in the perfect moment. And you did it first." He gave me a lovely, seet smile, which shone line the sun, making his face glow and his wet cheek look like diamond.
I tilted my head again, leaning it in his touch. We had said the words, that's what really mattered now, not who did it first. We should look ahead, look to our future, to what we'd build together and stop looking back. I put my hand over Martin's, where it lay on my leg, right over my scar and pressed it softly.
"It's in the past and we can't change it." I held his hand and brought it to my chest, placing it over my pounding heart. "Now all we can do is look for the future. What we're gonna do together. No regrets, no doubts, no pain as long as we can help it."
He smiled again as he pressed his hand firmly on my chest. "None of that. Even if we can't help it. I promise."
"... and getting shot was a good thing, anyway." I said, trying to break the thick tension. He raised one eyebrow questioningly and waited I finish my sentence. "Because it made me open my eyes and see whom I really love. And also for remembering how temporary life is and how important it is to live it. I forget that most of the time."
He kissed his fingers and put them over my scar "I do, too." then he cupped my face with his hands and gently pulled it closer to him and placed a small, child-like kiss on my lips. Then he pulled it back again and stared at me for a long, long time as if he was studying my face, every line and expression. "I love you." He finally let out, breathing the words out.
I couldn't stop a smile, one he always gave me when he said the words, to break across my face. I put my own hands above his and leaned in to kiss him. "I love you too." I whispered onto his mouth, as I looked deeply into his eyes, trying to make him understand how much he meant to me, if not by words, by the simple stare of my eyes.
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I tapped the bottom of my pen on the wood of my desk several times, trying a failed attempt to re-do the melody of a random song. I was bored to death...
I looked around to check on the people and see what they were doing. Maybe it would give an idea of what to do myself. Danny was talking animatedly on the phone... Maybe a new girlfriend? Viv was filling some reports... humm... no, no reports to me for the rest of the year... I had just finished doing my share of it. Jack was gone, no idea where to and Martin... hmm... good question... Martin wasn't around.
I whirled, maybe I had just lost him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Damn... Martin was the only one who could get me out of this boring boredom and he wasn't even around. And where could he be, anyway? Martin, honey, where art thou? I asked myself as I looked around, searching for him.
I sighed deeply and gave up on my Martin haunt. Stupid boredom... I looked down and my eyes caught a glimpse of my cell phone, peacefully resting over the desk. Well, he probably had his cell on... I pushed the speed dial and brought the phone to my ear.
"What's the problem, Sam?" He asked with a slight hint of chuckle in his voice. Damn him and that stupid caller's number on the cell...
"I'm bored..." I kind of whined and took my pen back to play with it.
"And this is my problem because..."
"I'm your girlfriend and it's your duty to entertain me."
"Since when?"
"Well, you're supposed to love me, support me and etc etc in good and bad moments etc etc."
The line went dead for a couple of seconds and soon Martin's voice filled my ear again. "Isn't that if we were married?" He asked with a soft laugh.
"What's the difference? The feelings are the same as far as I know... Well, sometimes when you get married your feelings grow smaller."
He laughed in the other end again and the soft melody of it filled my ears, making a smile break across my face. "All right Samantha, I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Thank you." I sang to him. "And where are you, anyway?"
"Out."
"Really? I hadn't noticed..." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. Martin needed a slap on the head sometimes...
"I just had to pick up some things and since I had nothing to do..."
"All right. And please, don't take too long to come. You may find a dead federal agent."
"Don't worry. I love you too much to let such thing happen."
"Mmmm... Me too. I love you too."
"I need to hung up now. Bye."
"Bye." I hung up my own cell phone and sighed. I would be dead of boredom before Martin arrived...
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So, I just need to cut this stuff and mix everything together and wait until the pasta was ready to take it out of the pan. No problem there... No one. But to someone who hated the kitchen and the kitchen hated this someone a lot of problems could come up. Damn... how was I supposed to do a whole dinner without blowing up my kitchen...?
My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock at my apartment door. I closed the pan and approached it, my heart already beating quicker, me wishing it was Martin, and called out "Who is it?"
"Martin."
I felt my breath coming in very slowly and my heart pounding even more quickly. The sound of his voice had woken up the butterflies in me. I wiped my hands on my jeans and opened the door.
He offered me one of his boyish smiles as he greeted me. "Hi."
"Hi yourself" I smiled back at him and leaned in to give Martin a quick welcoming kiss. "What are you doing here?"
He brushed past me, removing his jacket and threw it on the couch with the ease of someone who is quite comfortable in his surroundings. It pleased me. It pleased me to see the intimacy we were getting, to see the evolution of our relationship and for seeing we still were up and not shaken. We were still happy. And even if seemed stupid for you, to me, it was amazing.
I straightened and went back to the kitchen.
"I just wanted to see you." I heard him saying from the living area and heard his footsteps coming closer. "Smells good, what're you making?"
"I've got some pasta and sauce cooking, just making a salad.... do you want some? I could throw in some more pasta-"
"Sure, that would be great..." I felt something in his voice and could feel a smile forming "...I'm starving."
I eyed him curiously and tried to keep a smile from forming over my own lips, then turned back to the food. "Don't be so excited. You know I hate cooking and this will probably taste horrible."
As soon as the words left my mouth I felt his arms around me and he slipped his hands over mine. I stiffened and held my breath. His closeness was already affecting me. "You want some help with that, then?" he whispered in my ear and gently tightened his hold on the hand holding the knife and began slicing a tomato slowly.
I was shivering with desire against his chest; I could smell the familiar scent of his skin; which wasn't helping... the chemistry between us was overwhelming... Before I knew what was happening, there he was, kissing my neck. He stepped closer against me and, Jesus, now I could feel him against my back and it was all I could do to keep myself from falling to the floor.
I closed my eyes and leaned back as a deep sigh escaped my lips. I let go of the knife and tomato, making his hand let they go, too and turned around so I was facing him. I darted my face up to join our lips and kissed him with all the passion I felt. I don't know exactly when, but some time later I felt his hands already around my waist pulling me closer.
I pulled my lips away as the necessity to breath became too strong to ignore. I stared at him and he stared back at me with that... gleam in his eyes and I couldn't stop a smile from forming. I took his hand in mine and led him to my bedroom.
That was the end of our night and, again, it would happen without dinner or even enough food inside our stomaches...
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"Hey you."
The soft melody of his voice stopped me immediately, freezing my body with ecstasy and making my heart pound three times stronger in my chest. I had a smile already on and just his presence made - still made - my hands sweat and butterflies fly in me. It was a good thing. I was happy he still had such effect on me, that same one from the first time...
I whirled my chair to face him and stood. "Hey yourself." I tilted my head and brought one hand up to play with his lapel as I stared at him, trying to stop my legs from shaking.
"I have something for you."
"Oh, you do?"
"Yes." He nodded and stuck his hand inside his pockets. My hand fell from his lapel as his came up with a velvet box. He handed me the box and with trembling fingers - well, yeah. A gift from Martin is always exciting. - I took it. I was just nervous, you know. It was from Martin and whatever it was; it was special.
I carefully opened the box and my eyes widened automatically, even if it should close by the light coming from the box. Err, sorry.. I am overreacting, but seriously, it made my fingers tremble even more. I took the golden chain from the box and held it in front of me. "Martin..." No words, just the whispered call of his name. No words formed in my mouth, even less in my brain. It was frozen.
"It's just something I saw and thought it'd like." He shrugged half proud half embarrassed. I think he wasn't sure how to react.
"It's beautiful." I whispered because my voice was failing me and hugged him. It was a golden piece, with two shaped hearts interlaced with a small red gem in the middle of each. The hearts were held by a small plaque that was held by the chain itself. I turned it around and 'FOREVER' was written in the back of the plaque.
God, that was so beautiful. I couldn't find the right words to describe it. I couldn't even think of the words... And I wasn't entirely surprised by the gold object in my hands, but big part was by Martin's gesture, but the sweetness of the man I gladly loved. The man, who, fortunately loved me back with as much - or maybe more - power that I loved him.
"Let me put it on."
I handed him the necklace and turned around, my back facing him. Lifting my hair to take it from my neck and exposing my skin to him, he put the necklace around my neck and I shivered when the cold chain - instead of his warm lips, as I wished - touched my skin. "Cold." I whispered.
"We can fix that." He whispered back, but right in my ear and, as if he had read my mind, I felt his lips on my skin, decreasing the cold with his warmth. He placed small, gentle kissed along the chain, over my neck. I closed my eyes as he did so, wishing we were somewhere else so I could kiss him back with as much passion as I wanted...
I let out a small moan of pleasure and Martin chuckled, stopping his kisses - which I silently cursed - and rested his chin on my right shoulder as he crept his arms around my waist. I sighed and leaned back. "I love you."
He chuckled again and kissed my ear. "Me too." He whispered. "And you're too easy." He mocked putting more pressure on the hold he had on my waist.
Me, easy? What the hell was he talking about? Easy my ass... Samantha Spade can be anything, but easy! I'm not easy, not at all... Apfsh... easy, right... Martin was the one who had that effect on me and if I was easy - if I was - it was all his fault. His fault alone that I didn't have control over my body when he was around.
I opened my mouth to argue, but another voice stopped me. "Hey, lovebirds." I looked up and found Danny a few meters from us with a very amused smile on. "Jack's calling, so you could stop this lovely foreplay and join us. We have a job to do." He flashed us a smirk and winked at me, or us, or whatever and walked away.
I could feel my cheeks burning and sense getting in my brain again. Oh My God... we were doing that right in the middle of the bullpen?? Oh My God... please, God, no one saw this, please...
And anyway, was Danny watching us or something? Danny was really over us... Since Martin and I got together he was always around us, asking questions and wanting to know things about us. I think he still didn't believe we were together. Poor Danny, I internally giggled, he didn't know anything...
Martin sighed and took his arms from around me. "Come on. Let's go before Danny comes back." I nodded and he took my hand to lead the way.
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Chapter Four
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I let out a big sigh of pleasure when Martin pressed the right spot on my foot. His gentle hands worked on my feet, doing their little magic as it took me to wonderland. If you were the one having the wonderful sensation of having Martin's magic fingers on your feet you'd know what I'm talking about.
I shifted to support better my neck, which was starting to hurt, putting more of my legs over Martin's. "Uncomfortable?" He whispered that husky and sensuous voice of his, which, damn it turned me on immediately.
"No, my... ahh..." I got lost for a moment, forgetting what I was going to say for focusing on his handsome face and soothing fingers instead of my words. I shook my head slightly. "My neck was hurting, but I'm fine now."
"Good." He nodded and focused back on my feet. Did he know how damn good that was? Jesus Christ...
He rubbed my feet gently for a few more seconds and slowly started to bring his hands up. One of them held my ankle firmly but just enough to keep it in place, that I could take my leg from him anytime. The other slowly reached up, sliding along my leg, caressing my skin, getting weak moans and sighs from me. But suddenly he stopped moving his hand and I opened my eyes (which, of course, were already closed.) to look at him and complain why the hell he had stopped.
He had that look in his eyes, lost, painful. Confused by his sudden change of mood I looked down at his hand, searching for any clue and finding exactly the reason of it.
As he slid his hand up, my...his... tee shirt went up, revealing a scar, keeper of a lot of bad and painful memories, from when I got shot. A scar that'd never fade away. And consequently the memories of it.
His fingers were softly running up and down that small scar, I could feel then shivering and knew why. Though the moment was the same, the reasons for the fear were different from when I remembered of it. I'm sure his fears were from losing me and mine... well, mine were of losing the nothing I had in my life, losing my own life, even if I had nothing to live for.
I straightened and put my hand over his, holding it and stopping its moves. "Martin..." I could do nothing but whisper, afraid that anything else would scare him, even it being stupid.
He looked at me and I saw his eyes glistening, holding a little more glow than usually, what made me believe it was tears. And I was right for half a second later a lonely salty drop ran down his cheek and as quickly as it came he wiped it away.
"Oh baby." I let out with a breath, feeling my heart ache by seeing him in such sad state. I remember perfectly fine how I felt; the moment I got shot... my heart was shattered. Ripped apart, I felt like I was dead... lonely. And that's how I felt... alone. I was all by myself. It felt cold... hard... dark.
I could only imagine how it must have felt to Martin. To see me like that, see me crying in the ambulance, trying to comfort me at the hospital when himself was breaking inside.
I came closer, straddling his lap and wrapped my arms around him, hoping to give him the same strength and comfort his own arms always gave me. "It's all right. It's all over."
"I know." He whispered; his voice muffled by my shoulder, where his face was resting after he embraced me back. "I just..." He trailed off, words failing, and let out a deep breath, tightening his arms around me. "I felt really scared."
"Shh." I kissed his forehead and let my lips rest on his warm skin for a while.
"I wasn't really afraid of losing you.." He slowly whispered the words out and I was actually surprised. I pulled away enough to look at him and he pulled away too, at the same time, so us both were staring at each other. "I was afraid of losing you without telling you how I really felt."
I tilted my head and squinted my eyes as I kept staring at him. "Why you never told me, then?"
He shrugged as he let out a breathy chuckle and put one hand on my cheek. "I wanted it to be in the perfect moment. And you did it first." He gave me a lovely, seet smile, which shone line the sun, making his face glow and his wet cheek look like diamond.
I tilted my head again, leaning it in his touch. We had said the words, that's what really mattered now, not who did it first. We should look ahead, look to our future, to what we'd build together and stop looking back. I put my hand over Martin's, where it lay on my leg, right over my scar and pressed it softly.
"It's in the past and we can't change it." I held his hand and brought it to my chest, placing it over my pounding heart. "Now all we can do is look for the future. What we're gonna do together. No regrets, no doubts, no pain as long as we can help it."
He smiled again as he pressed his hand firmly on my chest. "None of that. Even if we can't help it. I promise."
"... and getting shot was a good thing, anyway." I said, trying to break the thick tension. He raised one eyebrow questioningly and waited I finish my sentence. "Because it made me open my eyes and see whom I really love. And also for remembering how temporary life is and how important it is to live it. I forget that most of the time."
He kissed his fingers and put them over my scar "I do, too." then he cupped my face with his hands and gently pulled it closer to him and placed a small, child-like kiss on my lips. Then he pulled it back again and stared at me for a long, long time as if he was studying my face, every line and expression. "I love you." He finally let out, breathing the words out.
I couldn't stop a smile, one he always gave me when he said the words, to break across my face. I put my own hands above his and leaned in to kiss him. "I love you too." I whispered onto his mouth, as I looked deeply into his eyes, trying to make him understand how much he meant to me, if not by words, by the simple stare of my eyes.
* * *
I tapped the bottom of my pen on the wood of my desk several times, trying a failed attempt to re-do the melody of a random song. I was bored to death...
I looked around to check on the people and see what they were doing. Maybe it would give an idea of what to do myself. Danny was talking animatedly on the phone... Maybe a new girlfriend? Viv was filling some reports... humm... no, no reports to me for the rest of the year... I had just finished doing my share of it. Jack was gone, no idea where to and Martin... hmm... good question... Martin wasn't around.
I whirled, maybe I had just lost him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Damn... Martin was the only one who could get me out of this boring boredom and he wasn't even around. And where could he be, anyway? Martin, honey, where art thou? I asked myself as I looked around, searching for him.
I sighed deeply and gave up on my Martin haunt. Stupid boredom... I looked down and my eyes caught a glimpse of my cell phone, peacefully resting over the desk. Well, he probably had his cell on... I pushed the speed dial and brought the phone to my ear.
"What's the problem, Sam?" He asked with a slight hint of chuckle in his voice. Damn him and that stupid caller's number on the cell...
"I'm bored..." I kind of whined and took my pen back to play with it.
"And this is my problem because..."
"I'm your girlfriend and it's your duty to entertain me."
"Since when?"
"Well, you're supposed to love me, support me and etc etc in good and bad moments etc etc."
The line went dead for a couple of seconds and soon Martin's voice filled my ear again. "Isn't that if we were married?" He asked with a soft laugh.
"What's the difference? The feelings are the same as far as I know... Well, sometimes when you get married your feelings grow smaller."
He laughed in the other end again and the soft melody of it filled my ears, making a smile break across my face. "All right Samantha, I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Thank you." I sang to him. "And where are you, anyway?"
"Out."
"Really? I hadn't noticed..." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. Martin needed a slap on the head sometimes...
"I just had to pick up some things and since I had nothing to do..."
"All right. And please, don't take too long to come. You may find a dead federal agent."
"Don't worry. I love you too much to let such thing happen."
"Mmmm... Me too. I love you too."
"I need to hung up now. Bye."
"Bye." I hung up my own cell phone and sighed. I would be dead of boredom before Martin arrived...
* * *
So, I just need to cut this stuff and mix everything together and wait until the pasta was ready to take it out of the pan. No problem there... No one. But to someone who hated the kitchen and the kitchen hated this someone a lot of problems could come up. Damn... how was I supposed to do a whole dinner without blowing up my kitchen...?
My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock at my apartment door. I closed the pan and approached it, my heart already beating quicker, me wishing it was Martin, and called out "Who is it?"
"Martin."
I felt my breath coming in very slowly and my heart pounding even more quickly. The sound of his voice had woken up the butterflies in me. I wiped my hands on my jeans and opened the door.
He offered me one of his boyish smiles as he greeted me. "Hi."
"Hi yourself" I smiled back at him and leaned in to give Martin a quick welcoming kiss. "What are you doing here?"
He brushed past me, removing his jacket and threw it on the couch with the ease of someone who is quite comfortable in his surroundings. It pleased me. It pleased me to see the intimacy we were getting, to see the evolution of our relationship and for seeing we still were up and not shaken. We were still happy. And even if seemed stupid for you, to me, it was amazing.
I straightened and went back to the kitchen.
"I just wanted to see you." I heard him saying from the living area and heard his footsteps coming closer. "Smells good, what're you making?"
"I've got some pasta and sauce cooking, just making a salad.... do you want some? I could throw in some more pasta-"
"Sure, that would be great..." I felt something in his voice and could feel a smile forming "...I'm starving."
I eyed him curiously and tried to keep a smile from forming over my own lips, then turned back to the food. "Don't be so excited. You know I hate cooking and this will probably taste horrible."
As soon as the words left my mouth I felt his arms around me and he slipped his hands over mine. I stiffened and held my breath. His closeness was already affecting me. "You want some help with that, then?" he whispered in my ear and gently tightened his hold on the hand holding the knife and began slicing a tomato slowly.
I was shivering with desire against his chest; I could smell the familiar scent of his skin; which wasn't helping... the chemistry between us was overwhelming... Before I knew what was happening, there he was, kissing my neck. He stepped closer against me and, Jesus, now I could feel him against my back and it was all I could do to keep myself from falling to the floor.
I closed my eyes and leaned back as a deep sigh escaped my lips. I let go of the knife and tomato, making his hand let they go, too and turned around so I was facing him. I darted my face up to join our lips and kissed him with all the passion I felt. I don't know exactly when, but some time later I felt his hands already around my waist pulling me closer.
I pulled my lips away as the necessity to breath became too strong to ignore. I stared at him and he stared back at me with that... gleam in his eyes and I couldn't stop a smile from forming. I took his hand in mine and led him to my bedroom.
That was the end of our night and, again, it would happen without dinner or even enough food inside our stomaches...
* * *
"Hey you."
The soft melody of his voice stopped me immediately, freezing my body with ecstasy and making my heart pound three times stronger in my chest. I had a smile already on and just his presence made - still made - my hands sweat and butterflies fly in me. It was a good thing. I was happy he still had such effect on me, that same one from the first time...
I whirled my chair to face him and stood. "Hey yourself." I tilted my head and brought one hand up to play with his lapel as I stared at him, trying to stop my legs from shaking.
"I have something for you."
"Oh, you do?"
"Yes." He nodded and stuck his hand inside his pockets. My hand fell from his lapel as his came up with a velvet box. He handed me the box and with trembling fingers - well, yeah. A gift from Martin is always exciting. - I took it. I was just nervous, you know. It was from Martin and whatever it was; it was special.
I carefully opened the box and my eyes widened automatically, even if it should close by the light coming from the box. Err, sorry.. I am overreacting, but seriously, it made my fingers tremble even more. I took the golden chain from the box and held it in front of me. "Martin..." No words, just the whispered call of his name. No words formed in my mouth, even less in my brain. It was frozen.
"It's just something I saw and thought it'd like." He shrugged half proud half embarrassed. I think he wasn't sure how to react.
"It's beautiful." I whispered because my voice was failing me and hugged him. It was a golden piece, with two shaped hearts interlaced with a small red gem in the middle of each. The hearts were held by a small plaque that was held by the chain itself. I turned it around and 'FOREVER' was written in the back of the plaque.
God, that was so beautiful. I couldn't find the right words to describe it. I couldn't even think of the words... And I wasn't entirely surprised by the gold object in my hands, but big part was by Martin's gesture, but the sweetness of the man I gladly loved. The man, who, fortunately loved me back with as much - or maybe more - power that I loved him.
"Let me put it on."
I handed him the necklace and turned around, my back facing him. Lifting my hair to take it from my neck and exposing my skin to him, he put the necklace around my neck and I shivered when the cold chain - instead of his warm lips, as I wished - touched my skin. "Cold." I whispered.
"We can fix that." He whispered back, but right in my ear and, as if he had read my mind, I felt his lips on my skin, decreasing the cold with his warmth. He placed small, gentle kissed along the chain, over my neck. I closed my eyes as he did so, wishing we were somewhere else so I could kiss him back with as much passion as I wanted...
I let out a small moan of pleasure and Martin chuckled, stopping his kisses - which I silently cursed - and rested his chin on my right shoulder as he crept his arms around my waist. I sighed and leaned back. "I love you."
He chuckled again and kissed my ear. "Me too." He whispered. "And you're too easy." He mocked putting more pressure on the hold he had on my waist.
Me, easy? What the hell was he talking about? Easy my ass... Samantha Spade can be anything, but easy! I'm not easy, not at all... Apfsh... easy, right... Martin was the one who had that effect on me and if I was easy - if I was - it was all his fault. His fault alone that I didn't have control over my body when he was around.
I opened my mouth to argue, but another voice stopped me. "Hey, lovebirds." I looked up and found Danny a few meters from us with a very amused smile on. "Jack's calling, so you could stop this lovely foreplay and join us. We have a job to do." He flashed us a smirk and winked at me, or us, or whatever and walked away.
I could feel my cheeks burning and sense getting in my brain again. Oh My God... we were doing that right in the middle of the bullpen?? Oh My God... please, God, no one saw this, please...
And anyway, was Danny watching us or something? Danny was really over us... Since Martin and I got together he was always around us, asking questions and wanting to know things about us. I think he still didn't believe we were together. Poor Danny, I internally giggled, he didn't know anything...
Martin sighed and took his arms from around me. "Come on. Let's go before Danny comes back." I nodded and he took my hand to lead the way.
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