Chapter Five: If You've Got the Money, Honey, I've Got the Time
After supper, Lucas and Sami were snuggling on the couch. Even though they had decided to wait until their honeymoon, Lucas was feeing frisky and was having a difficult time keeping his hands to himself. He put his arm around her shoulders and let his hand slowly inch down. Sami pretended not to notice, so Lucas took that as his cue to make a move. Sami jumped from the couch and forced a laugh. "Now Lucas," she reprimanded him, "you remember that we decided to wait." "No," he replied, "you decided to wait and I'm forced to go along with it. C'mon, Sami, a girl like you? You know you want it as much as I do. Why torture yourself?" Sami cringed slightly at his 'girl like you' comment, but had to admit to herself that she did want it, just not from him. "Lucas," she repeated to him slowly, "I want to wait. If you've got a problem with that, there's plenty of cold tap water. You can feel free to use the shower as much as you'd like." Lucas grumbled something under his breath which Sami asked him to repeat, as she couldn't make it out. "I said, can you bring me an aspirin? I have a headache all of a sudden." Sami went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Instead of grabbing an aspirin, however, she decided to grab two of her prescription sleep aids. Lucas swallowed them without even looking and barely made it to the bedroom before he passed out, still fully clothed. "Well, now," Sami thought, "he oughta be down for the night. I wonder what I can do to pass the time?"
EJ lay on his couch listening to Edith Piaf*, his apartment completely dark except for the reflection of the street lights through his window. As always, he was thinking of Sami. He understood her desire to pay back those who had wronged her, but he hated being apart from her and wanted to be by her side, publicly, as quickly as possible. "Ah, well," he says aloud, "she couldn't be Samantha without being Samantha." "I can't decide whether or not that's a compliment," she replied, taking him by surprise with the sound of her voice. "I didn't hear you come in," he tells her as he sits up and tries to focus his eyes in the dark. "Won't Lucas wonder where you are?" Sami walks over to EJ and, grabbing him by both hands, pulls him off the couch. "You give Lucas far too much credit. One has to be able to think to be able to wonder," she said, leading him to the kitchen and helping herself to a glass from the bottle of wine on the counter, "besides, he won't be doing much of anything for at least six hours. I gave him sleeping pills." Sami downs her glass of wine and immediately pours herself another. EJ stands close behind her and refills his own glass. "Samantha," he whispers in her ear, leaning into her, "you've been terribly naughty. What shall we do with you?" Sami's face formed a grin to rival a Cheshire cat and she braced herself on the countertop, pushing him backwards with her body. She leaned over the counter and turned to look back at him over her shoulder. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Wells," she says, pouting, "I've been very bad. I should be punished." EJ's palm was itching to reply to the obvious challenge she was setting before him. Sami watched him for a moment, waiting, then turned back and laughed a bit. "Looks like somebody's lost their ner..." she was cut off by the sharp sound of his hand making contact and the intake of her own breath. "Yes, my dear," he muses, giving her a more forceful spanking now that she was expecting it, "very naughty indeed." He pushed her back into the counter and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him. Sami's breathing was ragged and her whole body trembled with desire. She hadn't been entirely sure of whether or not he'd actually do it, although she should have known he would. EJ Wells isn't a man to walk away from a dare. "Well," she says shakily, "I guess now we know who's in charge." "That's right," he replies, pulling her shirt over her head and holding her arms above her by the wrists, "and you'd do well not to forget it."
Sami's hand was on the doorknob when the sound of EJ saying her name made her turn back around. She looks up at him, inquisitively. "Are you and… you know what, nevermind," EJ cuts himself off from his own question. Sami makes a frustrated noise and says 'Don't do that. I really hate it when people do that. What is it that you want to ask?" She sits back down on the couch next to him. EJ looks over at her asks as nonchalantly as possible, "Are you and Lucas, you know, sleeping together?" He immediately feels like a cad when he sees Sami's crestfallen face. "No," she tells him without looking over to him, "I told him I wanted to wait until our honeymoon." "Look, Samantha, I'm sorry, I wish I hadn't asked that. I should have known better." "Yes," she says sadly, "you should have. How could I let Lucas inside my body while it's you that is inside my soul? Look, EJ, I can't do this without you, but if you have any doubts whatsoever we can't go forward. I have to have you trust me wholeheartedly." She turns to face him and they both look deeply into each other's eyes. "So, EJ, do you? Do you have any doubts?"
*Author's note- the particular Edith Piaf album I have in mind here is Èternelle, if you've never checked her out, I highly recommend this CD as an intro to her work, and yes, it is in French. =)