AN: Yikes it's been hectic with fall classes starting and what not hopefully I'll manage two chapters each weekend. It may ne a bit slower as I am starting a new one shortly. As always to those who follow my work: y'all are awesome! My stats surpassed my word count which is friggin sweet. Narnian At Heart: I will definitely try to update asap :) that little review made me laugh hysterically in the middle of a grocery store. KirikatanaThank you for consistently reviewing. More eye popping is to come soon. This particular chapter isn't exactly smutty, but hopefully y'all enjoy. AN

Her nails had all but disappeared under the continuing attack from her teeth. The tip of her thumb nail had been chewed away by the end of her second shower. Watching Murphy snag a shower of his own had destroyed her index finger's nail. Now the anxiety of Connor's return wrought it's displeasure upon her middle finger's nail. Sam sat fidgeting on the chair near the table. Murphy laid strewn along his mattress and smoking a cigarette. She continued to eyeball the door and Murphy, in rapid alteration.

"'s the matter, girl." Sam glared at Murphy's unnecessarily relaxed demeanor.

"In a single day," she muttered against her finger tips. "I have turned into a complete whore."

Murphy pushed up onto his forearms to stare at her, "How's that now?"

She dug her unmaimed hand into her hair and shook her hair about her head in frustration. "We just had sex."

"Aye," his smile curved around the word in devious satisfaction. Her body pulsed, which only infuriated her more. Damn it's treachery.

"I had sex with your brother barely an hour before that!"

Murphy slid his arms down before popping the empty hand behind his head. His thumb rubbed against his lower lip as he seemed to process her dilemma. Sam watched as his lip shifted under his thumb, the cigarette still clamped between his index and middle finger. Goodness he had nice lips. Not just nice looking, for though the were actually thinner than Connor's, they fit his face very well. Then of course there was the fact that they felt incredible against her skin. She shivered, remembering those lips suckling the sensitive skin in the crook of her neck.

"I see how that could seem," he said finally, as he blew out a smoke ring. "Perhaps ye should be lookin at it from more of a trial and error perspective."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "Trial and error?"

His smile curled the corners of his mouth and crinkled the corners of his eyes. Murphy nodded his head as he flicked off the ash are the end of his cigarette into a nearby ashtray.

"Well ya just don't go buying the first pair of pants that catches yer eye at the store now do ya?" He looked curiously at her. An exasperated sigh flew from her lips blowing strand of her hair out of her face. Sam pinched the pulsing blood vessels at the bridge of her note. She was neck deep in a sand trap of a moral quandary, and he was comparing it to shopping? She'd never been a casual sex type of girl. Straight and proper with iron plated panties and a flag of business before pleasure billowing behind her. How did Captain kill joy, defender of duty and slayer of good times, end up doing variations of the horizontal mambo with two guys she just met?

Of course it wasn't as though the option had been readily available to her. Practically all her life had been geared towards the completion of a neverending trail of goals. Long-term goals. Short-term goals. Big goals. Little goals. Complex goals. Simple goals. Soccer goals.

Wait what?

Sam shook her head. She'd never had the chance. There was always something far more pressing at the time. She had to finish school, take care of her mother, or just survive the night. This was an opportunity to not rush to the goal, but enjoy the trip.

What's the point?

To enjoy life for once.

Yea? And then what?

What?

And. Then. What. What are you going to do? Relationship?

I don't know.

You can't just have sex with the both of them forever.

I know that!

So why are you getting this deeply involved?

I'm not getting involved!

Stupid, they saved your life. That's already a pretty strong emotional attachment. Now you've thrown in a physical aspect to that. With BOTH of them. There is no endgame for any of it.

Exactly.

A strange feeling welled inside her chest. The though of liberation from the have to's of life to the want to's lifted the heaviness from her limbs. Sam peered over the plane of her hand at the long length of handsome, still stretched out on the mattress, "What if I can't decide which pair I prefer?"

"I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Sam squeaked and bunched a handful of the front of her shirt in her fist at the sound of Connor's voice in her ear. She peered over her shoulder and caught him rolling his eyes at her, "Now lass, thar ain't nothin thar I haven't already seen." Looking down Sam noticed her white knuckled grip on her shirt.

"You scared the hell out of me," she grumbled releasing her hold. He chuckled answer planted a kiss on her hair. As he made his way behind her to the other chair, Sam noticed a distinct smell of tomato sauce and pepperoni. A pizza box plopped down on the table next to her.

"Speakin of clothes," Connor said, pulling a six pack of beer out of a brown paper bag, "I figured ya could use a few more." He pushed the bag across the table until it was within her reach. She stood up to check inside the bag. Several shirts lay folded inside along with a couple of jeans. Tears flooded her eyes. She coughed down a tsunami of sobs and wrapped her arms around Connor's neck, clutching him to her chest. His hand taped her arm gently.

"Ya don't have to say anything," his voice was muffled against her breasts. "But if ya really wanted to thank me, we could go lookin for yer unmentionables together." Sam popped him lightly on the back of the head. He grinned at her and handed her a slice of pizza.