After a lazy morning in bed Sam rolled over, laying her chest on his as she looked up at him, her chin resting on her hand.

"Yes?" He asked after she stared at him for a few seconds.

"Your lovely, you know that, really, really lovely," she smiled back at him as her fingertips grazed his five o'clock shadow.

Moving quickly he rolled himself over, landing on top of her, "You know, your not too bad yourself," he grinned as he shuffled down her body laying kisses down her neck.

Giggling as his lips tickled the crook of her neck she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in for a heated kiss, "How about a picnic in the park?" She suggested against his lips when they split, "Make the most of the last of the nice autumn weather."

"Does that mean I have to get up?" He groaned, playfully rolling them over again before trying to coerce her into another kiss.

"Sure does," she laughed jolting her head back as he tried to catch her lips. "We can take food, lie on a rug, eat ice-cream…you know normal couple stuff."

"Well since you put it that way…food and all, I guess I can manage it," he grinned, loving that she was making an effort to go out in public with him; it wasn't exactly being aloud to kiss her at the FBI's Spring Softball game, but it was out of the house, public and fun.

After rewarding his answer with a kiss she climbed off him and headed towards the bathroom to get dressed, "How about you sort out the food and I'll get everything else together."

"Sounds good," he called back as he set about opening the wardrobe to find something to wear. "Hey can you grab my basketball, I want to practice a few shots before tomorrows game?"

"Ok, how about we stay at mine tonight so it's closer in the morning?"

"It's a plan." He replied as he wandered into the bathroom standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist as she dried off her face. Looking at him resting his chin on her shoulder, in the reflection she smiled and couldn't help but turn and nuzzle his nose with hers until she found his lips.

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That afternoon after playing basketball, enjoyed lunch and an ice-cream they found themselves contently lying together benefiting from each others silent company. Sam was leaning back against the foot of a large tree with one hand holding up the book she was reading while the other played idly with Martins hair, as he rests his head on her stomach.

"This is nice," Martin stated as he turned to the side to look at Sam.

"Hmm," she replied, looking at him over the top of her book, before he shuffles slightly and resumes blindly gazing towards the clouds. Lazily she drapes her free hand across his chest and interlaces their fingers as they enjoy the silence.

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It was late in the day when it finally got to cold to sit on the grass any longer, so after packing up their things they started the short walk back to Sam's place. Passing a small takeaway restaurant they ducked inside to grab dinner, "Want to eat here or take it home?" Martin asked after ordering two serves of pasta.

"Here's fine," Sam replied, moving to sit at one of the outdoor tables, which was complete with a red and white checked table cloth, "We should be able to see the sunset over the park in a bit."

"Aren't we being all romantic today?" Martin teased as he sat down opposite her, chuckling when she wrapped his oversized sports coat tighter around her bare shoulders.

"Huh?" she asked turning back to him, looking confused.

"…Lazy mornings in bed…picnics in the park…dinner at a cute Italian restaurant…sunsets"

"Oh we can go home if you want?" She stated slightly confused.

"No," he grinned reaching across the table to take her hand, "I meant it's nice, I love just being with you, hanging out, doing stuff," he finished.

"Couple stuff," she stated with a smile as she put her other hand on top of his.

"Yeah," he replied, "couple stuff."

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Once dinner was over they clambered up the stairs to her apartment, collapsing on the couch after a seemingly tiring day. "I don't get it," Sam mumbled into Martins shoulder as she settled with her legs on top of him to watch a movie, "I can run around at work for ten/eleven hours a day all week, but come the weekend, when all I basically do is sit around, and I'm exhausted!"

"It could be that we were up until three in the morning," Martin smirked.

"Hey, that wasn't just me…if I remember rightly; you were pretty cooperative as well."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," he replied, "Just merely stating that we may need to get a little more sleep before tomorrow if I am going to make it through a full game of basketball," he continued, holding his hands up in mock defeat.

With a grin she started to get off him, "In that case I think we should skip the movie and head straight to bed then," she stated with an eyebrow raised.

"Good idea," he mumbled as he eagerly followed her to the bedroom.