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Chapter Four - Year 1
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"Are we ok?" Martin asked turning his chair and looking at Sam. They were huddled into a corner of the large conference table in the middle of the bull-pen, it was well after finishing time, but both had promised Jack they would have their reports finished before they went home.
"Yeah, why?" She questioned, only briefly looking up from her work before she continued scrawling her report.
"Because, you've been acting weird lately, thought there might be something wrong," he replied, genuinely concerned.
"I have?" she questioned again, this time unable to look back down at her work, "How?"
"I don't know you're quiet and fidgety," he replied, embarrassed that he had noticed, "and you keep answering me with questions."
"Oh," she answered, spinning her pen nimbly between her fingers. She was in close enough proximity to him to see the moisture glisten on his lips after his tongue darted out to wet them, cursing herself she spun her pen faster.
"Like now," he stated, offering a quick glance towards her hand, causing her fingers to instantly fumble and drop the pen. "I thought that you might be having a problem with your boyfriend or something."
"Boyfriend? What boyfriend?" she asked confused.
"Keller, I thought you two were dating," he stated, becoming concerned that he had overstepped the line.
"Keller?" she half laughed, "Why would you think I was dating Keller?"
"I just assumed, I guess," he mumbled quickly looking down at his papers as a form of attempted escapism, questioning what had actually led him to believe that their date last year had actually transpired into something more substantial.
"God, I wouldn't make that mistake twice," she laughed, "The drink we had last year was just me being polite, you know being nice to the NYPD incase they ever come in handy again," she continued, even though he only offered a muffled 'humph,' in reply.
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I can't believe he thought I was dating this entire time, she thought to herself that night as she cuddled her hot-water-bottle trying to extract its warmth while avoiding a burn on the hot rubber, here I am pining after the guy who took a lot more than my virginity and the whole time he thinks I'm with my idiot ex? Life truly isn't fair. With that she tossed again, trying in vein to put thoughts of Martin out of her head so she could at least attempt to get a good night's sleep. It was useless though because as soon as she focused on other thoughts, she was led back to him, tonight's memory was of the first time he kissed her.
"Your staring…" she giggled, not even she knew what she was doing; she was Samantha- she did not giggle.
"Sorry," he mumbled as his head whipping back to the TV in front of them. But she could not resist, she knew he had been watching her; she had become aware that he would do this and had to admit she enjoyed the attention. However, now it was her turn, and with a couple of glasses of champagne in her she was confident enough to tease.
"Stop it!" he gruffed at her, embarrassed that she had caught him in what had become one of his favourite occupations.
"Stop it…" she mocked
"Sam." He tried again, still refusing to tear his eyes away from the screen.
"Martin." She mimicked, reaching out and playfully jabbing him in the ribs with her index finger.
"Right," he said as he whipped the pillow from behind his back and thwarted her with it.
"No far!" she replied, grappling for her pillow and hitting him back, throwing herself at him in the meantime.
They continued to fight, rolling onto the floor in the process, as each tried to pin the other down- neither realizing quite how close they were getting. She took hiatus, gulping for air when she realized she had lost; he had her pinned, his legs holding hers down while his hands secured her wrists above her head.
"Okay, so you have a minor advantage of about four inches and ten kilos," she breathed looking up at him. His face glowed from the flash of the TV screen as he rested above her, his breathing taunting the senses on her neck as her pulse rate increased. She was trying to gain enough energy and desire to try and escape or simply think of something to say, but it seemed at this time only her eyes were working as they took in his piercing blue eyes and square jaw. Her mind had literally frazzled when he leaned down and kissed her, it was soft and quick, seemingly unexpected on both parts but she her lips felt desperately cold as he pulled away. Not quite knowing what came over her she leaned up and kissed him back, this time lingering a little to give him the time he had not given her. A move which proved to be well rewarded as he pushed a little more to deepen the kiss as she greedily accepted his tongue.
Even laying here now she could still remember his taste, as well as the rush that was sent through her body as he eased himself onto her a little and the thrill that cursed her veins as she slipped her hands under his hoodie, feeling the muscles of his back. Lightly her fingers touched her neck, exactly the spot he had left a small red mark, one which she wore cover-up on for the rest of the trip, but still closely examined when she was locked in the bathroom.
Meanwhile Martin was also having a troublesome night, lying on the couch in his cold apartment his eyes were fixed on the silenced sports news but his brain raced onto other things. Sam isn't with Keller, Sam is single, his mind screamed, he had to do something about it, he had to see her, talk to her. Grabbing his keys he headed towards the door about to open it he glanced down, only now realizing his lack of clothes and the time. I will go and see her in the morning, he promised himself, when I am dressed and it is not as close to midnight.
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"So what is the big problem?" Anne asked as she watched Sam buzz around her apartment the next morning.
"Why would you think there was a problem?" Sam asked, only pausing for a moment before she continued to mop her kitchen floor.
"Umm, because you called me at eight on a Saturday morning telling me you really needed to talk, then when I get here you have seemingly been up for hours cleaning an already spotless apartment." She stated knowingly.
Sam was about to answer when there was a knock at the door, with a wave of relief washing over her, as she was able to put off telling someone about her true feelings towards he colleague for just a few more minutes, she gave an apologetic glance towards Anne before going to open it. "Martin!" she exclaimed, when source of her problem looked up from his shoes at her.
"Hey," he edged, "Um, can we talk?" The nerves rising in his stomach, although the prospect of actually talking to her and telling him how he felt had kept him relatively calm all of last night and this morning, it wasn't until he had already knocked that he realized he had no idea of what he was going to say when she actually opened the door.
"Sure," she replied motioning for him to come in, in the meantime Anne had wandered out of the kitchen having heard Martin.
"Hey you," she smiled as he came in.
"Oh, hey," he replied, his face falling as his eyes rested on his cousin.
"Well it's good to see you too," she teased.
"Sorry, no it's great to see you…I um, just need to talk to Sam for a sec…work stuff," he bluffed, his hands knotting themselves together as he tried to calm his breathing.
"Sure," Anne replied as she glanced between Sam and Martin, "I'll be in your room Sam," she offered as she headed down the hall.
"So what's up?" Sam asked, putting up a bright and smiling façade, although she was keenly aware of her stained sweats, old top and unwashed hair as she walked past him towards the sofa.
"Um," he stammered, as she headed towards him her hand out offering him a seat on the sofa, then with nothing to say and unable to resist he leaned forward and kissed her, pulling away as quickly as he had pounced. The look on her face was enough to tell him how she felt; mentally berating himself he mumbled a quick apology before heading for the door.
It actually took her a second to register what had happened, she was shaken out of her stance when she heard the door shut behind him, that was also the moment adrenalin kicked in and she followed him. "Martin," she called as she flung the door open and followed him into the hall.
"Sam, please I'm really sorry, I don't know what came over me…its ok…I'll just go…" he stammered, his eyes darting across her but never actually focusing. Therefore, it was he who was caught off guard when she stepped forward and kissed him, her lips tight against his.
Jerking his head back he finally met her eye, as a smile pulled at his cheeks. "You never did give me a chance to catch up," she whispered against his lips before he leaned in and kissed her again.
Having heard the front door slam Anne guessed it was safe to come out, she had barely had time to sit on the bed when she heard a few quick voices before the definite rattling of Sam's front door. However when she ventured out into the kitchen it empty, as was the living area she noted as she glanced across, it was when she moved to check the couch that she noticed the front door open. Stepping outside she couldn't help but laugh to herself, Sam was pinned between Martin and the wall her arms secured around his neck as they feverishly attacked one another.
Sensing her friends presence, Sam pulled slightly away from Martin, "Um, so that problem I had…doesn't seem to be a problem anymore," She grinned cunningly as she quickly glanced back towards Martin.
…The End…
