Waiting For My Rocket To Come

By: Anti Darth Ani

Chapter II - Almost There

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Martin heard the lock click on the door before he actually saw it open. Samantha pushed the door open and then peeled her sweater off, setting in on his kitchen table. I feel like we're married, Martin thought to himself, taking another sip of his coffee, not looking up from the morning newspaper. He heard Samantha sigh and felt a bit guilty, but he still wasn't ready for her to know. He promised himself he would tell her, and he tried for the past three months to say anything to make her a little less depressed looking, but the words just wouldn't find him.

Deep down, he thought she already knew it, even though she still wanted to hear it straight from his mouth. Martin glanced up from the newspaper when he felt her lips on the back of his neck. "Morning," she whispered softly. Martin smirked, setting down the newspaper slowly. He loved the little games they played in the morning when she was in a good mood. This happened to be one of those mornings.

"Nice weather we're having," Martin commented lightly, feeling Samantha pull slightly away from him. Then he felt her hand running slowly through his short hair, pulling his head back slightly until her lips pressed against his ear. "Great day for a good run," he continued.

Samantha grinned, "Yeah, I noticed. I'm gonna get in the shower. I'm all sweaty from my run." She whispered all of this against his ear. "I wouldn't mind some company, though."

Martin forced himself to swallow and then take a deep breath. "Unlike some of us here, I actually have to work today. Vivian didn't get me the day off too." He wished she had.

Samantha shrugged and let go of his hair, walking out of sight into his bedroom, where the bathroom was. Martin watched her retreating form before turning back to his breakfast and shaking his head to himself. God, he loved that woman. The telephone rang as she disappeared from sight. Martin dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, checking the caller I.D. before flipping the top up and answering it.

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Samantha hummed a sweet little song to herself while the water ran down her back. Her fingers massaged her hair. She could worry about getting all of the knots out of her hair later. Right now, she needed to relax, loving the smell of her shampoo she lathered in her hair. When the world gets complicated, she thought, take a bubble bath. When it really sucks, take a nice, warm shower. So that's what she did. She jumped into Martin's shower and let the water help relax her. She admitted to herself that it did seem to be working.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door and Samantha assumed it was Martin, since no one else was in the apartment at the time being. Samantha pulled back the shower curtain a ways and poked her head out into the cold air in the rest of the room. Martin opened the door and chuckled at the view of her head. "Yeah?" Samantha asked, shivering just a little bit.

"I've got to be leaving," he informed her, stepping into the bathroom, dressed in his work suit with the tie he had only worn once before - at his aunt's funeral. Samantha nodded, not trusting herself to say anything to him. Their relationship was on a completely different level than she remember having with anyone else, even above the one she used to have with Jack.

Martin kissed her wet forehead, shaking his head to himself and grinning. Samantha made a funny face at him when he turned around and headed for the door. She pulled her hand away from behind the curtain and flicked some water after him, but by then, the door closed behind him.

She pulled the shower curtain shut again and sighed, putting her head under the current of running water, washing out the shampoo. She fussed about getting a day off all the time, but now that Vivian finally caved in and gave her one, Samantha was at a loss for something to do. She could sit and watch TV all day, but she hated sitting in Martin's apartment without him. She felt desperate and alone, worried and bored. Half the time nowadays she felt like they might as well be married. She stayed at his apartment more than her own anymore.

Not that she minded, she told herself, picking up a washcloth and soaping it up. She started scrubbing her arm while thinking about her relationship with Martin. She loved having someone to wake up next to every morning. Sometimes on Sunday mornings, he made her breakfast in bed, which she rarely finished since they both got a bit sidetracked… And he's such a sweet guy, she told herself, moving to scrub her chest and stomach. Yeah, he was sweet, but he had a bit of a wild side, which she liked about him even more. If he would only tell her his true feelings about her. Then things would be perfect.

The water suddenly turned colder, signaling the end of Samantha's shower. She turned both the hot and cold dials off and pushed back the curtain, grabbing a white, oversized towel Martin left on the counter for her. She grinned when she saw the little note on a light blue post-it under it. Their little game of living little tidbits of information on notes Samantha had started at the beginning of their relationship. Samantha pulled the towel around her shoulders, hugging it to her body while she bent over to read the note.

Sam-

Vivian decided at the last moment to give me today off at the last moment.

-Martin

As she read over the note, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind. As first, he startled Samantha, but once she got over the initial shock, she relaxed against his chest. Martin pushed her wet hair over her left shoulder, getting it out of his face and allowing him to kiss down the right side of her neck. Samantha let out a small noise, halfway between a moan and a groan, when he reached that one spot she loved - the hollow section of her shoulder blade between her shoulder and her neck.

He sucked on the skin playfully, causing Samantha to let out a full moan this time, using the nickname that he really disliked. Martin did a little half turn so his back was to the door to the bedroom. He began to walk them backwards while his hands traveled up to find the ends of her towel. Samantha frowned, a little too impatient to wait from him to make his way blindly up. She turned around in his grasp, reaching for his tie to pull him closer and to bring his lips down onto hers.

God, she loved the taste of his mouth with hers. She loosened his tie while his tongue dove into her mouth. Samantha got her fingers between his neck and the tie and pulled it away further, giving him more room between his neck and the tie. He now had room to slip his head from it, but then he would have to pull away and Samantha didn't want that. She loosened it until it came undone and then she simply threw it onto the bathroom floor.

As they stumbled blindly into his bedroom, Samantha's hands worked on the buttons of his shirt while Martin finally found where she had tucked one end of the towel into the rest of it. He pulled it out quickly and let the towel fall to the ground. He helped Samantha on his own shirt, which she was having trouble with. She undid the buttons at the top and Martin started from the button, working his way up to met Samantha in the middle. She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and Martin managed to get one arm out of it before flinging it off in a random direction.

Groaning at the feel of his undershirt, Samantha pulled away from Martin and allowed him to pull it off over his head quickly. "If you knew you didn't have to work, I don't know why you bothered to get all dressed. It's a pain," she complained, crossing her arms over her chest to try to keep herself warm.

Martin undid his buckle and slipped his belt out of the loops of his slacks, "Vivian called while you were getting in the shower. I didn't know when I got dressed this morning," he explained before crushing his mouth back against hers. They fell back onto his king sized bed, bouncing once on the mattress from the impact. Samantha pushed down his pants when a fierce pounding came from the front door.

They both looked up from what they were doing. Samantha sighed and banged her head against the headboard softly in frustration. "I got to get that," Martin told her breathlessly. Samantha nodded and closed her eyes. Martin slipped off of the bed, zipping up his pants while he walked over to his shirt, kicking the undershirt out of view. So close, Samantha thought. So close and yet so, so far…

She felt something damp hit her face. Martin threw the towel at her before walking out into the living room. Samantha frowned after him, getting up off the bed and pulling it on around her and making her way over the to bottom drawer of his dresser, where she kept a couple pairs of clothes and pajamas. She pulled on a simple outfit while Martin answered the door.

Tucking his shirt into his pants, Martin reached the door. He opened it up quickly, wanting to get rid of whoever was interrupting them. Martin's heart sank when he saw who was standing at the door. He suddenly remembered why he had asked Vivian for the day off, mentally kicking himself for completely forgetting she was coming today. "Hey!" she said cheerfully, looping her arms around his neck in a familiar hug.

Samantha walked out of the bedroom, fully dressed. She froze when she saw the female at the door with Martin.

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Ha ha ha!!! I feel so evil leaving it right there. I know something you don't! And you're just going to have to wait until the next chapter to find out! I promise to update as fast as I can… :P