Later that night Sam was lying with her head on Martins chest absent-mindedly watching the fire crackle in front of them. After barely making it in the door clothed they had made love on his couch, not having the patience to go the extra five paces down the hall to his bedroom. She could feel his fingers drawing shapes on her bare back while his other hand rested on her hip. Moving to look at him she smiled at his lazy face which glowed from the red of the open fire. "So should we order in?" She asked before kissing his bare chest and wriggling further up his body to his mouth.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked against her lips.

"Apart from you?" she grinned back, deepening their chaste kiss. He moaned into her mouth and moved his hands under the blanket to wrap around her more tightly enjoying the moment. After pulling back from his lips she continued, "How does Thai sound? I'm really in the mood for some green chicken curry…"

"Sounds perfect," he replied as he reached for the phone.

"You have to be the only person I know who has takeaway outlets on their phone instead of actual friends," she laughed as he speed-dialed the local Thai restraint.

"They are my friends," he grinned in reply as he listened to the line ring, "I like their food and they like my business- we get on great!"

She shook her head at him and was about to reply when he held up his hand and shushed her.

"Ah, Hi Mr. Whan…Yes it's Martin…Good, and you?...Great!...Um I'd like to order a Green Chicken Curry, a Paht Thai and a double rice…haha…ok I'll tell her…yeah…twenty minutes great…talk to you later…bye…"

"Tell me what?" Sam asked suspiciously as Martin hung up the phone.

"Mr. Whan said to say 'hi' to you," he replied

"How did he know I was here? I didn't make a sound." She said as she slipped off him to stand and took the rug with her.

"He always knows you're here when I order Green Chicken Curry," Martin replied as he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her body and kissing her neck. "Food will be here in about twenty, and until then I need you not to freak out- or at least tell me if you are…" he continued as he stepped back and headed towards his room.

"Why would I freak out?" she called out after his retreating naked form.

He waited until he returned to answer, now clad in sweat bottoms and carrying a white box, "Because I want to give you something and I don't want you to think I am rushing you and us, I just wanted to give it to you…"

"Martin…you're rambling," she laughed when she finally tore her eyes away from the box in his hands.

"Sorry, just promise me you won't freak," he said sitting down on the couch next to her handing over the box.

"I promise I won't freak," she slowly replied as her eyes once again fixated on the box, "So can I open it?"

"Yes…ok," he stuttered. He watched as she lifted the lid and unwrap the royal blue tissue paper which revealed the first glimpse of red silk. Seeing her pause he reached over and slowly hooked his fingers under each side of the fiery garment, standing as he lifted it up slowly for her to see.

She watched wide-eyed as it unraveled in front of her, she had never seen one like it. She moved from the couch, letting the blanket fall to her sides as he held it for her to slip into.

He watched as she gasped as the cool material hit her hot skin as she wrapped herself in it and twirled in front of him. "Do you like it?" he questioned uncertainly.

Immediately she pounced on him and gave him a heated kiss, before stepping back and admiring it again, "Like it? I love it!" she exclaimed.

Relief swept over him as he watched her admiring the pieces detail, "Well, I thought you might need another one because you keep stealing mine when you stay over," he smiled, "and when I saw it it reminded me of you, so…"

"Thank you Martin," she grinned as she leaned in and gave him another kiss. As their situation grew more passionate she pushed him back onto the couch and straddled him, as his hands made quick work of the silk tie at her waist. He slipped the present off her shoulders and moved towards her breasts as she arched back and ground her hips into his growing member.

They were both so consumed that it took them a second to register the doorbell ringing for the second time, guiltily looking at him she whispered, "Dinner," as her mind came back to the present. Then she wrapped herself up again and headed towards the door.

"I can get it," he said, standing up and following her into the hall.

"No you can't," she replied as her eyes dropped to his bulging pants, "We don't want to scare the poor delivery kid, do we?"

"Oh," he blushed as he dived to hide behind the bench as she opened the door. From his position he could hear the delivery person stutter, obviously having Sam open the door in a very short, Asian style, fire-engine red dressing gown was having the same effect on the teenage delivery boy as it would have on him- and any grown man to think of it. Add in her long blonde tossled bed hair, flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he credited it was pretty much any mans fantasy.

Hearing the door close he showed himself again, "What?" he asked, noticing her confused expression.

"He forgot to charge me?" she replied crinkling her nose, "He pretty much handed me the food and left."

Chuckling at her perplexed state, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her back to the lounge to enjoy their food.