[b]Chapter 6[/b]
How the hell did she get herself into these situations? She was a trained professional and this latest incident would do nothing for her tough-girl image.
Vinnie had sent Sam after an FTA who had originally been arrested for child pornography and molestation. He had jumped on his bail and hadn't showed up for his court date the day prior. The bond was an impressive 500,000 dollars. It may have only been half of Sonny Corinthos' bond, but it was still a decent chunk of change.
One of Vinnie's lower level hunters had spotted the guy at a bar on the outskirts of Port Charles. When he called it in, Vinnie instructed his employee that this guy called for a professional. So he calls Sam just as she was about to give in to Jason Morgan.
She had been instructed to use her height to her advantage, get all slutted up, approach him with a sense of innocence. Now she was trapped under the body of a passed out man 4 times her size. Leave it to her boss to forget to tell her that her FTA was almost 6 feet tall and nearing 400 pounds.
When she had reached the bar, it hadn't been hard to spot him since he basically took up two bar stools. Sam had taken a seat next to him, ordered herself some fruity concoction, and waited for him to approach her
It hadn't taken long before she felt a hand run across her shoulder. Turning to him, she plastered on a smile and struck up a conversation the obviously drunk man. When he told her that he had a room upstairs, she followed him in hopes of making a quick arrest while he was off guard.
One thing led to another and now her body was crushed under his massive frame. He had drunkenly passed out as soon as they neared the bed. Unfortunately, in her attempt to keep him from hurting himself in the fall, had ended up losing her balance and some how found herself face down on the bed
Now she struggled in attempt to free herself. The more she moved, the more her chest was compressed, and the harder it was to breath. She needed help. It was as simple as that. The only problem was her pride. After a back and forth battle with her pride and ego, she managed to get her cell phone out of her pocket.
She pushed the numbers that would connect Sam with her apartment and waited while it rung. When the answering machine kicked in, she sighed
"JASON!!" She screamed into the receiver in hopes of catching his attention
"Get your ASS out of MY bed and pick up the DAMN phone. I know you're still there and, as much as it kills me, I need your help." When nobody picked up, she let out a frustrated groan.
"Please, Jason" She thought, maybe if she was a little nicer, Jason would answer her. When his voice didn't come on the line, all bets were off
"Pick up the FUCKING phone and help me DAMN IT!! If I don't hear your voice in three seconds, I am going to inflict bodily harm when I get out of here" She heard someone pick up on the other line, but the voice was muffled from sleep
"What is going on Sam? It's like 3 in the morning" So she had been right. Jason had stayed and fell asleep waiting for her to come home. Suddenly she felt bad for leaving him when she did. If she would have ignored Vinnie, she could have been safe in bed. Wrapped in his strong arms.
"I was working a case and, long story short, found myself trapped under 400 pounds body fat. Can ya help a girl out before this guy completely crushes my body?" Jason was wide awake now, pulling his jeans back on and shoving his arms through the corresponding holes of his t-shirt
"Where are you?"
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It had taken Jason only a couple minutes to shove the large man off of her. He heard Sam take in a couple deep breaths and then slowly roll herself over. Now staring at the ceiling, she attempted to sit up, but her back was having none of that. She groaned in pain
"I'm going to need a fucking chiropractor just to be able get off this bed. Damn Vinnie. Why can't he keep track of his low-life clients?" She felt the bed dip followed by a strong arm slipping under her shoulders. She then felt another just behind her knees. Her body was being lifted off the piece of furniture until she was cradled in Jason's arms like she was a fragile child
She was too tired and in too much pain to argue. There was no way she would be able to stand, much less walk so she settled her head just under his chin and sighed in contentment
"Thank you for coming to get me, Jason. I know I didn't you leave you very happy with my earlier"
"There was never a choice. My Samantha was in trouble"
"YOUR Samantha? What makes me YOUR Samantha?" She shifted her head so she could see his face. Her voice held a hint of agitation mixed with a whole lot of wonder
"I do" She was too tired to argue so she nodded in agreement and answered with an imperceptible "OK"
Sam had fallen asleep on the way home, so Jason once again took her in his arms. He carried her all the way into her bedroom where he placed her on the bed, careful not to hurt her. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open
"Where am I?"
"In your bed. You fell asleep on the ride home. How do you feel?" He sat next to her on the bed, picked up her hand, and kissed the palm of it.
"My back is killing me. That fat ass motherfucker dropped all of his weight on me when he fell." She tried to sit up, but it was impossible. She groaned through the jolt of pain that radiated up her spine and relented to the fact that she probably wouldn't be able to move for days
"I've got an idea" Jason got off the bed, leaned over he body, and carefully rolled her onto her stomach. He climbed back onto the bed, his knees on either side of her hips. He put the palm of his hands just underneath her should blades and applied pressure
"What are you doing?" He lifted his fingers and put more pressure on the heels of hands.
"Giving you a massage. Your body is so tight and wound up in knots" She moaned at both what his hands were doing and what his mouth was saying
"Oh God, lower Jason" Hearing her moan like that caused blood to rush straight to his dick. He tried to ignore the feelings and concentrate on her back. He complied with her request and moved his hands to the middle of her back.
"That feels AMAZING. Don't stop, Jason." The sounds that were coming from her were making it harder for him to continue with his task. She was moaning in pleasure and Jason couldn't help but bend his head to her shoulder. He placed a kiss to the curve of her neck
"Mmmm that feels good" His hands continued working their magic on her back while his lips worked their magic on her neck. When she didn't protest, he lowered his body slightly so it was barely touching hers. She wiggled her ass against his groin and it was his turn to moan
"Turn me over, Jason. I want to see you" She sound breathless and smile formed on his lips at the idea of him being the cause
"Are you sure, Samantha? You couldn't even move…" She pushed her ass further against him
"I'm positive" It was all the encouragement he needed to flip her onto her back and cover her body with his. She let out a squeal of surprise followed by a short fit of laughter. Her laugh was cut off the second Jason's lips claimed her own
The kiss was slow, nothing like the one they shared before she left. When Jason's tongue brushed against her bottom lip, Sam gladly granted him entrance. The feelings that he was giving her completely made her forget about her back. She would worry about killing Vinnie in the morning. Right now, she was thinking about giving into temptation. And then it hit her
"Uh, Jason" He made a sound that resembled an acknowledgement so she continued
"As much as I'm enjoying what you are doing, I would really like to wash the feeling of that bastard down the drain." Without breaking contact, Jason managed to get them both off the bed and headed for her bedroom. He turned the shower on and, without removing any clothes, stepped under the spay of hot water.
He placed her feet on the shower floor, but continued to hold her up with his strong arm. With the other, he slowly freed her from the confines of her now soaking wet clothing. Seeing the already tight fabric stuck to her body, he couldn't help licking his lips. When she was fully naked, Jason turned her so Sam's back was against his chest
He was still fully clothed while he reached for a washcloth and lathered it with soap. With an arm around her stomach, he ran the washcloth down one arm and then other. When her entire body was covered with soap, he stepped them both back under the shower head. She managed to turn in his arms and ran her hands down chest, over the wet shirt plastered to him
"I'm sorry, Jason" He looked confused so she elaborated
"For earlier. For walking out on you like that. I just… I wasn't ready" He didn't respond. All he did was lightly brush his lips against hers
"Are you ready now? Because I don't want you to feel pressured to do something you're not ready for. I'll wait for you and long as I have to" Sam felt like he was looking right into her soul. His beautiful blue eyes were so sincere that she knew he was telling the truth.
"Why me, Jason?" She barely got the words out before his lips touched hers once more
"Why not you, Samantha? You're strong, and brave, and smart… and the most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out" Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and was glad for the falling water.
There they were, in the shower. Her completely naked, and him completely clothed. He wasn't gawking at her body like other men would have. No. His eyes were fixed on hers, never once leaving her face. An arm draped around her waist in order to prevent her from falling
"Yeah, but I've thrown you off a couch…"
"Because I had you pinned and Elizabeth pissed you off"
"...I yelled at you at the gym when you were only trying to help…"
"It was your case, and I was jealous" She questioned the jealous part with her eyes and he responded with yet another soft kiss
"…I almost sent electrocuted you with a stun gun…"
"I broke into your apartment"
"…. I held a knife to your face and threatened you"
"I cornered you and you were scared" Sam was shaking her head, her wet hair whipping back and forth
"Don't do that" She instructed without looking at him. He lifted her chin with his finger so she would look at him
"Don't give me an out for every horrible thing I've done to you. You didn't rub the situation in my face or make a comment about the position I was in when you came to the bar. You were gentle when you found out that I was hurt. You have been so sweet to me and I've done nothing to deserve it. Here I have been nothing but a stubborn bitch to you and the moment I swallow my pride and call for help, you're right there. Why, Jason?"
Her eyes were red and puffy. He could tell she was crying even if he couldn't distinguish the tears from the water that was now running cold.
"Because you're my stubborn bitch" Jason turned the water off and helped her out of the shower. He wrapped her small frame in a towel and carried her back to the bedroom. Placing her under the covers, he moved to walk away when she grabbed his hand
"Stay"
"I'll be right back" She nodded and he helped her roll to her side before disappearing into the bathroom once again. When he returned, his wet clothes were gone and his lower body was now covered with its own towel. He climbed into the bed and settled himself behind her.
Jason rested his hand on her hip only to have her intertwine their fingers and move their joined hands to rest against her stomach. Shortly later they fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing it was exactly where they wanted to be