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Chapter Five
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I took the necklace from under my blouse and showed it to Lisa. "He gave me this." I had that big proud smile over my lips as I happily talked about the gift.
"It's really beautiful."
I nodded. "It is."
"You must be very happy."
I nodded again and wrapped my hands around the hearts. "I am."
"This is good Samantha. I mean it."
"I know." Ok, now seriously, I should stop these almost monosyllabic sentences. I was sounding retard...
"Do you know how much you have improved since you started talking about Martin?"
I stared at her for two or three seconds then brought my eyes down as I shrugged. If I knew? I couldn't tell. I wasn't paying attention to it. She was the therapist, not me. She was the one who should notice things. I shrugged again and shook my head. "No."
"Well," Her tone of voice, one that said 'I have a serious thing to tell you' made me look back at her. Oh boy, was she going to say something bad? She joined her hands together and put them over her crossed legs. "You're being amazingly open with me and this happened after you started seeing Martin."
I stared at her and squinted my eyes. I let go of the hearts I was still holding and leaned back on the couch, putting my hands over my lap. "So?"
She smiled at me in that way a mother did to her daughter after hearing about her crush and the mother was about to tell the wonderful thing love was. For a reason unknown to me it made my heart warm with a good and strange feeling. "Samantha, all you talk about is he. In every session the hot topic of our conversation was Martin." She un-crossed her legs and leaned in, closer to me. "I've never seen you smiling so much before and so willing to talk about something."
I shrugged, well... again. "Because it's Martin. Because..."
"... He makes you happy."
I nodded. Yes, he makes me happy.
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"Samantha?"
I stopped writing and looked up, meeting Jack's eyes. "Yes?"
"Have you finished this yet?" He asked pointing to the pile of paper over the table.
I looked back down and nodded pushing some of the papers to his direction. "This part, yes."
He walked closer to take the papers but when he touched it, instead of walking back to his office he stayed still beside me. Though I was looking back to the papers I was searching through I could feel his hesitance and after a while something finally came out. "I'm happy for you."
I looked up at him startled and a bit confused. I shouldn't be really startled because after his hesitance I knew something I wouldn't expect from him could happen. But I eventually smiled at Jack. "Thanks."
"I mean it. Martin is..." His bit his lip, something I never saw him doing, and looked away from me, but only for a second then his eyes met mine again. "... Exactly what you needed."
I smiled again both for him actually saying this and the truth of his words. "I know." I nodded and he smiled at me.
"I've never seen you glowing so much before. And I'm glad to see this."
"Yeah..." I whispered as I brought my eyes to the hand holding my pen. "You find the best things in the last place you'd look for them."
He chuckled and finally grabbed all the papers, bringing them to his chest. "Always a surprise. And to think you didn't like him at first..." He said as he kept on chuckling.
"It's not that I didn't like him. I just didn't..." I started to argue because you know I never let people think things about me that aren't true but Jack cut me off with another slight chuckle.
"All right, Sam, it doesn't matter anymore, anyway." He gave me a smirk and walked away, back to his office. I watched him as he walked each moment farther away.
I smiled to myself as I kept thinking about Martin and the wonderful moment we were having. He just made me feel so good about myself and threw all my worries away when he came into view. I love the relationship we have. It was more than I could ask for actually. He's so understanding with me and that's beyond wonderful because it's been a while since a man was like that with me. He's just... Martin. My boyfriend. The person I was in love with.
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"You know what?" I asked him as he unlocked his apartment door, but it was a rhetorical question because I didn't wait Martin answer and keep on talking. "I was thinking and came to the conclusion we should go play mini golf again."
He stopped in the middle of hanging my coat, giving me a quizzical look. "You're kidding, right?"
"Of course not." He put my coat where it should be and started chuckling very slightly then soon it turned into a laugh. "What?" What was wrong with him? I was here, serious, asking - better - telling him something that was on my mind and he laugh at me? What kind of boyfriend is that? "You shouldn't be laughing. I'm your girlfriend! You should have more respect for me." I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him my so known very faked pout.
"After the last time, I thought you'd never even mention this again." He crossed his arms too as he stood in front of me and didn't give any sign that my cute pout was affecting him. Damn it... that was the bad thing about your boyfriend/girlfriend; after a while they know all about you and the faked things you used to do before to win things don't work anymore.
But I am Samantha Spade and I'm not one of giving in. I held my pout firmly in place, trying to melt his heart with my faked hurt expression. "Just because you cheated before doesn't mean you'd do that again. Right? I mean, I didn't think you'd be such a bastard to the point of cheating again."
He chuckled again and uncrossed his arms and took two steps towards me. "Ok, honey, let's get this straight: no more of mini golf, all right?" He half asked half stated in a way that he was sure I'd agree and put one hand on my face to hold it in place and lean in to kiss my pout. Oo, so that still worked, huh...
And he thought with a kiss he would end the conversation... Ok, it did end the conversation but didn't change my mind... though I didn't think of it while he lead me to the bedroom. And while we were in there.
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"So, again. How did exactly you convince me to come?" He asked with that little annoyed tone in his voice as he waved the golf club around to emphasize his words, I think...
"Because I'm cute and gorgeous and you can't say no to me." I smirked and flirtatiously winked at him, which brought a smile to his lips and I smiled back.
He shook his head and walked to me, using the club playfully as a cane. He brought his face close to mine, too close for the matter, no complaints of course and whispered onto my mouth, "You are gorgeous indeed and how can I say no to something like you?" Then placed his lips among mine for a very brief second, kissing me softly.
"Nice way to say I won."
"To both of us I may add."
"Do you think they'll mind if we make out here?"
"As long as we're paying, don't think so."
"Good." I nodded slightly and joined our lips again but parted them away before our tongues could have any contact and make me forget the world around me. We would end up being expulse from here and told to never come back again.
Martin gave me a quick kiss on the head and while I closed my eyes, or so he thought, he kicked the ball...
Ohhhhhh, how could him?? There will be a slaughter anytime... Bastard! He will see who cheat better. I am Samantha Spade and my name tells all. I'll show him who he was messing with.
* * *
He stepped behind me and helped me to take my coat off, his fingers slightly brushing my skin sent that electric shill along my spine, that one you felt like you were frozen and couldn't move even if would save your life. I closed my eyes and tried to breath in and out normally, in small, necessary breathes. Then, when the short freezing moment was over, he hung my coat on the hook beside the door and took his own coar off.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Huh?" I think I was still up in the clouds because I heard his voice but my brain didn't registered his words.
He gave me that small, cute look and smiled a sweet smile. "Dinner. I asked what do you want for dinner."
"Oh." I smiled back and a small chuckle escaped from my mouth then I shrugged. "I don't know. Anything is good for me."
He stepped closer and placed a soft kiss on my head. I closed my eyes as the warmth of his lips touched my forehead, almost making my skin burn. "I think I have lasagna." He whispered and both his arms sneaked around my waist.
"Sounds good to me." I whispered back and let my eyes fall over his mouth, bitting my lip as the desire of feeling it over my own became stronger. Then, in the middle of his 'good' I darted my head up, joining our lips and kissing him as if the last time I had tasted his mouth had been an eternity ago.
The hands around my waist gently moved up, under my silk shirt, until he felt the hem of my bra and forcefully his fingers stopped the soft caresses along my skin. I felt burning holes everywhere his fingers touched and before I could fall to the floor due to my jelly legs, I put my hands on his shoulders, steading myself and pulling him to me. Soon one hand came out from under my shirt and was placed on my face, keeping me in place and stucking his fingers in my hair.
His lips played with me, he gently nibbled and sucked at my lower lip and his tongue played with my own. Oh, God. This was so good. The feel of his skin on mine, his lips on mine, everything was so good. It was so Heavenly. And.. damn, I needed to breath.
I pulled away slowly, gathering the courage to let his lips go. "It was a tough day." I said after a pause, breathing in hard and rying to get back all my air.
"Oh yeah." He whispered back breathless too. He put one rebel lock of my air behind my ear and stared at me for a few seconds, a smile softly breaking across his face then he became serious. "God, I love you so much." He whispered again.
"Me too." I nodded and licked my lips. I could still taste him. "I love you too." I smiled and leaned in, resting my head on his shoulder and tried to get all my strength back. Sweet Lord, how can a single kiss hold so much force, so much emotion? How could I get lost with one single kiss of him? I don't know if it was really possible, but everytime we kissed I felt all my inside coming out, everything in my going to him. It was like I sucked his soul to me and he sucked mine. I giggled out of nowhere and pulled him away. "Go make dinner now."
He smiled and kissed my lips softly. "All right, ma'am." He mocked and walked to his kitchen. I loved his place. It smelled like him, it had his clothes and his things. Everything his. Nothing better than to be in the place where you feel as if you were home.
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Chapter Five
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I took the necklace from under my blouse and showed it to Lisa. "He gave me this." I had that big proud smile over my lips as I happily talked about the gift.
"It's really beautiful."
I nodded. "It is."
"You must be very happy."
I nodded again and wrapped my hands around the hearts. "I am."
"This is good Samantha. I mean it."
"I know." Ok, now seriously, I should stop these almost monosyllabic sentences. I was sounding retard...
"Do you know how much you have improved since you started talking about Martin?"
I stared at her for two or three seconds then brought my eyes down as I shrugged. If I knew? I couldn't tell. I wasn't paying attention to it. She was the therapist, not me. She was the one who should notice things. I shrugged again and shook my head. "No."
"Well," Her tone of voice, one that said 'I have a serious thing to tell you' made me look back at her. Oh boy, was she going to say something bad? She joined her hands together and put them over her crossed legs. "You're being amazingly open with me and this happened after you started seeing Martin."
I stared at her and squinted my eyes. I let go of the hearts I was still holding and leaned back on the couch, putting my hands over my lap. "So?"
She smiled at me in that way a mother did to her daughter after hearing about her crush and the mother was about to tell the wonderful thing love was. For a reason unknown to me it made my heart warm with a good and strange feeling. "Samantha, all you talk about is he. In every session the hot topic of our conversation was Martin." She un-crossed her legs and leaned in, closer to me. "I've never seen you smiling so much before and so willing to talk about something."
I shrugged, well... again. "Because it's Martin. Because..."
"... He makes you happy."
I nodded. Yes, he makes me happy.
* * *
"Samantha?"
I stopped writing and looked up, meeting Jack's eyes. "Yes?"
"Have you finished this yet?" He asked pointing to the pile of paper over the table.
I looked back down and nodded pushing some of the papers to his direction. "This part, yes."
He walked closer to take the papers but when he touched it, instead of walking back to his office he stayed still beside me. Though I was looking back to the papers I was searching through I could feel his hesitance and after a while something finally came out. "I'm happy for you."
I looked up at him startled and a bit confused. I shouldn't be really startled because after his hesitance I knew something I wouldn't expect from him could happen. But I eventually smiled at Jack. "Thanks."
"I mean it. Martin is..." His bit his lip, something I never saw him doing, and looked away from me, but only for a second then his eyes met mine again. "... Exactly what you needed."
I smiled again both for him actually saying this and the truth of his words. "I know." I nodded and he smiled at me.
"I've never seen you glowing so much before. And I'm glad to see this."
"Yeah..." I whispered as I brought my eyes to the hand holding my pen. "You find the best things in the last place you'd look for them."
He chuckled and finally grabbed all the papers, bringing them to his chest. "Always a surprise. And to think you didn't like him at first..." He said as he kept on chuckling.
"It's not that I didn't like him. I just didn't..." I started to argue because you know I never let people think things about me that aren't true but Jack cut me off with another slight chuckle.
"All right, Sam, it doesn't matter anymore, anyway." He gave me a smirk and walked away, back to his office. I watched him as he walked each moment farther away.
I smiled to myself as I kept thinking about Martin and the wonderful moment we were having. He just made me feel so good about myself and threw all my worries away when he came into view. I love the relationship we have. It was more than I could ask for actually. He's so understanding with me and that's beyond wonderful because it's been a while since a man was like that with me. He's just... Martin. My boyfriend. The person I was in love with.
* * *
"You know what?" I asked him as he unlocked his apartment door, but it was a rhetorical question because I didn't wait Martin answer and keep on talking. "I was thinking and came to the conclusion we should go play mini golf again."
He stopped in the middle of hanging my coat, giving me a quizzical look. "You're kidding, right?"
"Of course not." He put my coat where it should be and started chuckling very slightly then soon it turned into a laugh. "What?" What was wrong with him? I was here, serious, asking - better - telling him something that was on my mind and he laugh at me? What kind of boyfriend is that? "You shouldn't be laughing. I'm your girlfriend! You should have more respect for me." I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him my so known very faked pout.
"After the last time, I thought you'd never even mention this again." He crossed his arms too as he stood in front of me and didn't give any sign that my cute pout was affecting him. Damn it... that was the bad thing about your boyfriend/girlfriend; after a while they know all about you and the faked things you used to do before to win things don't work anymore.
But I am Samantha Spade and I'm not one of giving in. I held my pout firmly in place, trying to melt his heart with my faked hurt expression. "Just because you cheated before doesn't mean you'd do that again. Right? I mean, I didn't think you'd be such a bastard to the point of cheating again."
He chuckled again and uncrossed his arms and took two steps towards me. "Ok, honey, let's get this straight: no more of mini golf, all right?" He half asked half stated in a way that he was sure I'd agree and put one hand on my face to hold it in place and lean in to kiss my pout. Oo, so that still worked, huh...
And he thought with a kiss he would end the conversation... Ok, it did end the conversation but didn't change my mind... though I didn't think of it while he lead me to the bedroom. And while we were in there.
* * *
"So, again. How did exactly you convince me to come?" He asked with that little annoyed tone in his voice as he waved the golf club around to emphasize his words, I think...
"Because I'm cute and gorgeous and you can't say no to me." I smirked and flirtatiously winked at him, which brought a smile to his lips and I smiled back.
He shook his head and walked to me, using the club playfully as a cane. He brought his face close to mine, too close for the matter, no complaints of course and whispered onto my mouth, "You are gorgeous indeed and how can I say no to something like you?" Then placed his lips among mine for a very brief second, kissing me softly.
"Nice way to say I won."
"To both of us I may add."
"Do you think they'll mind if we make out here?"
"As long as we're paying, don't think so."
"Good." I nodded slightly and joined our lips again but parted them away before our tongues could have any contact and make me forget the world around me. We would end up being expulse from here and told to never come back again.
Martin gave me a quick kiss on the head and while I closed my eyes, or so he thought, he kicked the ball...
Ohhhhhh, how could him?? There will be a slaughter anytime... Bastard! He will see who cheat better. I am Samantha Spade and my name tells all. I'll show him who he was messing with.
* * *
He stepped behind me and helped me to take my coat off, his fingers slightly brushing my skin sent that electric shill along my spine, that one you felt like you were frozen and couldn't move even if would save your life. I closed my eyes and tried to breath in and out normally, in small, necessary breathes. Then, when the short freezing moment was over, he hung my coat on the hook beside the door and took his own coar off.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Huh?" I think I was still up in the clouds because I heard his voice but my brain didn't registered his words.
He gave me that small, cute look and smiled a sweet smile. "Dinner. I asked what do you want for dinner."
"Oh." I smiled back and a small chuckle escaped from my mouth then I shrugged. "I don't know. Anything is good for me."
He stepped closer and placed a soft kiss on my head. I closed my eyes as the warmth of his lips touched my forehead, almost making my skin burn. "I think I have lasagna." He whispered and both his arms sneaked around my waist.
"Sounds good to me." I whispered back and let my eyes fall over his mouth, bitting my lip as the desire of feeling it over my own became stronger. Then, in the middle of his 'good' I darted my head up, joining our lips and kissing him as if the last time I had tasted his mouth had been an eternity ago.
The hands around my waist gently moved up, under my silk shirt, until he felt the hem of my bra and forcefully his fingers stopped the soft caresses along my skin. I felt burning holes everywhere his fingers touched and before I could fall to the floor due to my jelly legs, I put my hands on his shoulders, steading myself and pulling him to me. Soon one hand came out from under my shirt and was placed on my face, keeping me in place and stucking his fingers in my hair.
His lips played with me, he gently nibbled and sucked at my lower lip and his tongue played with my own. Oh, God. This was so good. The feel of his skin on mine, his lips on mine, everything was so good. It was so Heavenly. And.. damn, I needed to breath.
I pulled away slowly, gathering the courage to let his lips go. "It was a tough day." I said after a pause, breathing in hard and rying to get back all my air.
"Oh yeah." He whispered back breathless too. He put one rebel lock of my air behind my ear and stared at me for a few seconds, a smile softly breaking across his face then he became serious. "God, I love you so much." He whispered again.
"Me too." I nodded and licked my lips. I could still taste him. "I love you too." I smiled and leaned in, resting my head on his shoulder and tried to get all my strength back. Sweet Lord, how can a single kiss hold so much force, so much emotion? How could I get lost with one single kiss of him? I don't know if it was really possible, but everytime we kissed I felt all my inside coming out, everything in my going to him. It was like I sucked his soul to me and he sucked mine. I giggled out of nowhere and pulled him away. "Go make dinner now."
He smiled and kissed my lips softly. "All right, ma'am." He mocked and walked to his kitchen. I loved his place. It smelled like him, it had his clothes and his things. Everything his. Nothing better than to be in the place where you feel as if you were home.
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