A/N: Forgot to tell you but of course WAT and the characters aren't mine unfortunately

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The Fantasy Series: 4-The Plumber

Sam was standing in front of her sink, cursing at it so she grabbed her phone to call Martin, who was still at work.

"Hey honey!" he said after looking the ID.

"Are you still at the office?"

"Yeah but I was about to leave. What's wrong?"

"Well my sink and more specifically, my siphon is wrong."

He chuckled. "You have a leak?"

"No not a leak, a leak is small, it looks like I have Niagara Falls at home!"

"What do you want me to do from the office?"

"I don't know, do you happen to have the number of a good plumber in your pocket?"

"Yes, always on me," he joked.

"Oh don't play with me right now, I'm not in the mood."

He sighed. "I'll see what I can do to that sink of yours when I come home."

She chuclked.

"You? Cause you're a plumber?"

"I have a few hidden talents, you haven't seen yet."

"Okay but hurry if you don't want me to drown in my own appartment."

"Sam, don't overreact okay? I'll be there in a few."

"Okay see ya."

Martin hung up and stared at his computer screen. Well if Sam wanted a plumber, she would have a plumber, he thought, smirking. He had a friend who was a real plumber so he called him to borrow a few clothes. When he told him the reason why he wanted one of his outfits, his friend laughed.

"Well maybe someday I could borrow one of your suits to play the FBI agent with my girlfriend.."

"Sure, anytime," he chuckled.

Nearly an hour later, here he was, in front of Sam's door in an overall with nothing underneath, carrying a tool box. He knocked, waiting for her to answer him. She rushed to the door, after hearing the knock and all the air she had in her lungs was gone when she saw him.

"Uh when I asked you if you were a plumber, I surely didn't expect that!"

"Well I had a call from a certain..."

He looked at a paper. "...Miss Spade. Is that you?"

She nodded.

"Come on in. The kitchen is this way."

She gestured in the direction of her kitchen and he went inside. She followed him and couldn't help staring at him. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt under this sexy overall, which was hugging his body tightly. She licked her lips unconsciously. Apparently, they had a night of fun ahead of them.

He bent his knees to see under her sink and Sam almost felt drool coming out of her mouth as she was staring at his ass.

"Hum I see," he said, breaking her reverie.

"You're gonna fix this?"

He looked at her and smiled.

"Sure. Could you give me my adjustable wrench in my tool box please?"

"Okay, if I recognize it."

She showed him four different tools before she found the right one. Soon, the sink wasn't leaking anymore and Sam had to admitt Martin was a real pro. She sat on her washing machine, which was on, while Martin stood up.

"So Miss Spade, I guess you'll have to clean up a bit but otherwise, it should be fine."

"I'm so grateful, thank you so much."

"I can't believe how a beautiful girl like you doesn't have a husband to fix her sink."

"Well you know, being alone isn't half bad sometimes. It's just when something needs to be fixed, I'm not much of a handy woman. But I'm sure you're the type, you seem to have strong hands."

She was being all flirty with her plumber but she needed him to take the bait.

"You know I'm available right now, is there anything else you want to be fixed?"

"I think my pipes need to be checked up."

They both stared at each other and laughed out at the double meaning of her sentence.

Martin stepped up between her legs while the washing machine was starting its spinning cycle.

"What pipes are you talking about?"

Sam who was already weak due to the vibrations of her machine was now unable to articulate a single word with Martin's warm breath on her face. He brought his hand on her boxer-covered centre stroking her lightly through the fabric.

"The one you're thinking about," she panted breathlessly.

"Well in this case I'm the guy you need."

He began running his fingers over her bare legs. How could she have such a smooth skin? Maybe it had to do with the fact that she spent several hours in the bathroom after her shower, he thought.

Sam moaned. "Mmh... You seem to be very good with your hands."

"It goes with the job you know...Amongst all my tools, my hands are the most important one."

She licked her lips. "I can't wait to see your other...tools."

"Oh I can't wait to show you either."

He took her right leg and bent over to kiss the inside of her ankle, licking his way up her calf, the inside of her knee and her inner thigh. Sam shivered when her wet skin met the warm air of her apartment. Martin mirrored his actions on her left leg, leaving her whimpering with desire.

Sam, who had enough of this game, wanted to touch him so she crept her hands under his overall at the waist and lowered them to his ass, pushing him against her.

Martin had probably the best ass she had ever seen and he really was wearing nothing under that outfit. That thought made her dampness increase between her legs if that was even possible.

She smiled. "That goes with the job too?"

He discarded one strap of her tank top and began kissing her shoulderblade.

"Sure. I never know what kind of job I'm going to do when a woman calls me."

"So you're more a gigolo than a plumber?"

"Let's just say that plumber is my cover."

With a little work of her hands, Sam unfastened the straps of his overall which fell at his ankles, leaving a really naked Martin in front of her.

"I need to warn you: you've been made. You don't have any cover left."

He shoved her tank top above her head and stared at her topless form, sitting on her trembling washing machine. He was so absorbed by her sight that he didn't notice her hand that sneaked between their bodies until it encircled his hardenned member, stroking it lighly.

He gasped at the feeling and tried to bring their bodies closer as if they were stuck together. He started kissing her neck lighly, nipping at the skin and grabbed her ass with his big hands to crash her hips to his. Sam was so surprised that she dropped her shaft and grasped his shoulders for support, yelping. He was so hard against her centre, she needed to have him now.

"You know what? You'll be the first woman I have sex with without thinking I'm with Claudia Schiffer, in a long time," he murmured in her ear.

"They're usually that ugly?" she quipped and brought her legs around his waist.

"You have no idea."

He kissed her lips lightly for the first time tonight but Samantha had other plans. She brought her hand in his hair and crushed his lips to hers hard, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. She missed his taste today. She didn't know how she was able to see him all day long at the office without kissing and touching him. Some days it was nearly killing her and now that she had him, she intended to make the most of it. She could feel him throbbing against her core so she broke apart and lowered her boxers, bringing her panties with them.

"Now please, do your job, Mr. Gigolo and satisfy me."

"Someone is a little eager!", he chuckled.

"You have no idea how turrned on I am..."

She touched her intimately and said with a smirk, "I think I know."

He pushed two fingers in her and she threw her head backwards, panting while gripping at his shoulders for support. He just stroked her a few times and the combination of his fingers, doing wonders on her body and the trembling movements of her machine sent her to the edge. She dug her nails in his shoulders, making him wince in pain, while she screamed his name.

He let her a moment to regain her breath before he pushed into her in one swift thrust. He set a rather fast pace and began sucking at the skin where her neck and shoulder met, leaving a big red mark. She would have to put make up on it tomorrow to go to work but he didn't care. She was his. He felt weird: he had never been possessive with his previous girlfriends but with Samantha, he couldn't help it. He wanted the whole world to know he was making love to her, that she was screaming his name and that he wanted to keep her as long as he lived. He felt the urge to bring her body closer to his, wrapping his arms around her to embrace her tighly while he continued thrusting deeply into her.

Sam felt Martin's movements change as he encircled her body with his arms and felt her body melt inside. Even though they were in the middle of a role playing, he couldn't push his feelings for her aside. And their lovemaking was more intense because of that. They didn't really need role playing to spice up their sex life, they just liked pretending to be another person. Sam brought her hand up his chin and tilted it up to meet her lips while she felt her body tightenning. They were both covered in sweat but Sam clung even more to him when her orgasm ripped through her, heighened by the fact that Martin came at the exact same time.

They both panted hard until their heart rates slowed down a bit, and when they were able to breath normally, the machine stopped right on cue. Martin slipped out of her, eliciting a whimper from her and lifted her to go on the couch, Sam straddling him. They cuddled a little until she looked up at him.

"Thank you for fixing my sink."

"No problem. And it won't cost you a thing."

"Really?" she smile, arching one eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, I didn't really considered this a job, you know."

"Oh I see, so I was like entertainment?"

"Could say that. But also because the leak is fixed but the siphon isn't really."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I just shut down the water. But I'll call my friend to come by tomorrow. I have to give him his overall anyway."

"God I don't want to know what excuse you gave him."

She stood up to get dressed.

"What do you want for dinner?"

He smiled sheepishly. "You!"

She rolled her eyes. "You're insatiable!"

He joined her and hugged her. "I love you so much."

She smiled and hugged him back. "I love you too."

TBC