WARNING/DISCLAIMER: The following chapter is NC-17. If that isn't your cup of tea, feel free to continue on to the next chapter; this one isn't essential to the plotline (unless you want it to be).

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chapter fourteen

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you take me in, no questions asked
you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
are you an angel, am i already that gone?
i only hope that i won't disappoint you
when i'm down here on my knees

and sweet, sweet
sweet surrender
is all that i have to give
-Sarah McLachlan, "Sweet Surrender"

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11:00 pm

"Sam -" Samantha felt him breathe her name into her ear. She could barely concentrate on his words, though, as her senses were already being flooded by the indistinct patterns his hands were tracing on her thighs, just underneath the hem of her knee-length black dress.

"Sam." He was a little more insistent this time. "We're here."

She slowly and reluctantly extracted herself from Martin's lap, her lips rounded to form a small 'O.'

He laughed before taking her hand and pulling her from the car. He motioned to the car behind them, where Dennis was waving to them.

"I think he likes you," Martin whispered.

They laughed their way up his front steps, and she felt his arms wrap around her as he stood behind her. She melted against him as he planted kisses along her neck and shoulders. She could feel his arousal pressing against her back as he held her flush against him and fumbled with his key in the lock.

His front door finally swung open and they stepped inside. She turned around to face him, and they were finally alone.

The look on his face had become tentative, though. Obviously giving her the chance to slow things down if she wanted to.

The thing was, she didn't want to slow things down at all.

So she reached out to take hold of his hands, tugging him towards the stairwell.

She wasn't sure how they made it up the stairs and into what she presumed was his bedroom. She turned her head to take in her surroundings: the room was decorated, but clearly not lived in very often. Dark wood furniture, navy blue bedspread, a few photos lined atop the dresser and nightstand - all of Martin with his family. The personal touches were subtle but seemed very obviously Martin, and she found herself wondering how his home in Washington compared.

He tilted her chin up with his index finger, their breath mingling in the moonlight that bathed the room.

She grabbed his tie and pulled her closer to him. "So... we're really alone?" her whisper came from low in her throat. "Dennis and company aren't outside with binoculars?"

"Mmmm, nope," was all that he could mumble as he leaned in against her lips, kissing her again.

She took that as an open invitation, fumbling to remove his jacket and tie while her tongue dueled with his. The taste and feel of kissing Martin was still new to her.

His lips moved down to her neck and collarbone as she began to move nimble fingers over the buttons of his dress shirt. She felt him groan against her when she finally removed his shirt to trace indistinct shapes across the smooth skin on his chest.

His hands were exploring her back now, reaching up to grab hold of her zipper. The next thing she knew, they had fallen back against the bed, clad only in their underwear, and she was straddling him. They were still sitting, chests pressed together, in their heated embrace when he slowly slid one of the straps of her bra off of her shoulder. He leaned forward to place languid kisses on her skin as he moved the material away, until finally snaking his hands around to her back to release the clasp.

She couldn't help but watch him as he turned his attention to her newly-exposed cleavage. He looked at her with such a genuine affection shining in his eyes; it was unlike any other man she had even known. She gasped at the first sensation of his gentle hands stroking her breasts and leaned forward, needing to kiss him again.

Somehow, he managed to carefully roll them over so that she rested underneath him, his weight hovering comfortably over her as he continued to focus his attention on her chest. She ran her hands along the smooth muscles of his chest and stomach, marveling at how fit he was.

Then, his mouth trailed down her neck to replace his hands at her breasts, and all coherent thought left her momentarily. She moaned and arched her body against him as he sucked on one breast, then the other.

She could feel the dampness between her legs increasing rapidly, her whole body alive with anticipation. His mouth left her cleavage, and she felt the loss intensely until just moments later, when his fingers slipped inside her panties and began to drag them slowly down her legs and off.

She reached out to draw him up on top of her again, and he removed his boxers before climbing carefully back over top of her. He leaned down to kiss her again, and she felt one of his hands trail down her abdomen, snaking down in between her thighs.

His hand maneuvered through the wiry hair to rub against her clitoris, and there was no way for her to hide her sharp intake of breath as he increased the pressure. Her hips thrust upwards when he entered her with one finger, and she felt him smile against her lips.

Then suddenly, one finger became two and she gasped and spasmed against him. Her eyes closed, her orgasm overtaking her as she shuddered pleasurably in his arms.

As the sensations subsided, he held her and trailed gentle kisses along her face. She opened her eyes, and he was watching her.

"Hi," he whispered huskily.

"Mmmm, hey," was all she could manage to reply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

She captured his lips with her own once again, tongues darting out as their kiss deepened.

"You okay?" Martin broke the kiss to ask her.

She answered him by wrapping her arms tighter around his back. She knew she was more than ready. She could feel him pressing against her, and she ached to have him fill her.

She felt him slide inside of her, slowly thrusting until she shifted her hips to urge him on. They quickly found a rhythm that worked for both of them, her hips thrusting against his, her legs wrapped around him to allow him to penetrate deeper. The only sounds that filled the room that of their soft moaning and throaty cries as their paced quickened once again.

Her inner muscles began to contract and spasm around him, and she threw her head back against the mattress as she climaxed. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and panting hard, she felt him follow just a few thrusts later, penetrating deeply as he spilled into her.

They lay together as they recovered. His hot breath pulsed against her throat, his heart still beating erratically in time with hers. When he finally extracted himself from her grasp and rolled over, she found that she missed his comfortable weight on top of her, and she sighed at the loss.

"Don't wanna crush you," he murmured, placing soft kisses in her hair. One hand roamed down to her hip, rolling her onto her side, and he moved to spoon up behind her. His kisses trailed down to her shoulder. "Is this alright?" He asked.

"It's perfect -" she breathed quietly. She knew that things were going to get exponentially complicated when he went back to Washington on Monday, but she was determined to savor this moment for what it was. After a few minutes' contented silence, she tilted her head to a slight angle.

"Yes?" she felt him mumble against her shoulder blade.

There were a thousand thoughts running through her mind, and she paused a moment, feigning deep thought. Then she smiled, her voice teasing playfully. "I was just thinking... if this had been one of your campaign promises, I think the female turnout for the election would have been a lot higher. You'd better not do this for all of your constituents..."

"Nope," he laughed and wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. "Only the really cute ones."

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