Disclaimer: Same as first chapter
Author's Note: Back from Mexico with three next chapters! Whoo! So, here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long but my inspiration left me so suddenly took me awhile to get it back. I'll post the rest ASAP. Reviews always welcomed!
Warning: Strong PG-13

Chapter 3

"Sam, where do you want me to," Martin asked as he walked into the bedroom, surprised to see Sam sitting on the bed, "put your plates…"

Walking closer, he noticed the tears falling and the picture she held in her hands. Martin sat down beside her. He smiled sadly when he recognized the picture. It was taken on Valentine's Day; Sam had her arms wrapped around his neck from behind as they smiled for the camera. It was one of those rare days Sam bared herself to the world and he wanted to capture that.

"If I remember correctly," he started, "it took me awhile to convince you to take that picture."

She gave a small laugh, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, but it was worth it."

Martin wrapped an arm around her. "It was." He paused before asking, "Are you okay, Sam?"

"Y-" She debated whether or not to tell Martin the truth but he did deserve to know, this was also affecting him, "No, I'm not."

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I'm angry, tired and afraid." Sam admitted, sounding like a small child, "Today's my last day in New York with you and I'm terrified about going to LA."

"That doesn't sound like the Sam I know. Besides, you'll do fine in LA." Martin told her.

She whispered softly, "But you won't be there."

He sighed, tightening his hold on Sam. "No, I won't."

His shirt began getting wet as the tears started falling again. This move was taking its toll on her. They still didn't know what was going to happen to their relationship. Martin took her hand and got up.

"Come on. It's your last day in New York and I'm not going to let you spend the whole day crying. We're going to the best coffee shop, the best ice cream, the best everything."

Sam finally smiled. "You're trying to cheer me up, Martin."

"Damn right, I am. Now come on."
He gave her his hand and Sam took it gratefully. She pulled on a jacket before heading out. Martin took her over to central Park where they just strolled for hours. Sam tried to memorize every little detail so when she moved to LA, she would have New York wither. She dragged Martin with her everywhere. Occasionally tears sprung to her eyes when the realization of her leaving this city caught up with her and Martin was there for her. He rubbed her back and kissed her hand until the tears stopped.

It was finally seen when they headed back. As soon as they were inside, Sam turned around and shoved Martin against the door. She crushed her lips over his, forcing her tongue inside his mouth.

"Sam, what are you doing?" He asked, his hand grabbing her hips.

"Make me remember tonight." She said against his lips.

She pulled his head down for another kiss. Her hands began working on the buttons of his shirt as he pulled her shirt over her head. She slid his shirt over his shoulders, running her hand over his arms and down his chest, memorizing every detail. Martin fingered her bra but did not remove it. Sam groaned as his hand traveled lower, stopped above her pants. They began walking towards her bedroom, their lips and hands never leaving each other. Her legs bumped again the end of the bed before they tumbled upon it.

By now, Sam's body was burning and craving for him. And they weren't even fully naked. "God, Martin."

The rest of their clothes were quickly discarded. She let out a small whimper when Martin touched her. Seat coated their bodies as they continued touching each other. Her lips left his, journeying downward.

Sam wanted to memorize everything: how he touched her, the way he kissed and how he made her feel. She wanted to keep those memories with her in case she never saw Martin again. But for now she shoved those thoughts away.

As Sam neared her climax, she held tightly onto him since tonight would be the last time she would ever feel like this. She lay atop of Martin as their hearts normalized and their bodies relaxed. Tears threatened to flow once again but she blinked them back. I love you was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't say them now; it would only make good-bye harder. So instead she stayed in Martin's arms, savoring how it felt,