Sam and Eduardo returned to the ship a few minutes later, Eduardo having no hesitation in taking his wife to where he thought she'd be safe. None of the other guys were back yet, and the ship felt empty without them. Eduardo speculated that they wouldn't be back for a while. While she was plenty upset about having been confronted by Alan, she felt Eduardo was fussing too much over her, and she was not shy about telling him so.

"Eduardo, I'm really fine. You don't have to make this out to be such a big deal." She stated when they went down to their bedroom, and she sat down on the bed in front of him.

Eduardo removed his coat and tossed it onto the coat hanger. "Something could've happened to you."

"But it didn't."

"But it could have." He snapped back, running a hand through his hair. The sight elicited feelings inside of her that were quite inappropriate for the situation. She licked her lips and shifted her eyes away.

"You think they'll give Captain a decent price for fixing the ship?"

Eduardo placed his hands on his hips, eyeing her. "Don't try to change the subject."

Sam laughed, throwing her hands up. "Why do you still want to talk about it? It happened, I was able to get away, and you were there. End of story." She stood up and walked directly in front of Eduardo, who lowered his gaze from her to the floor.

He shook his head, without looking at her. "You're not to leave my sight like that again. You understand me?"

Sam rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh not this again. I'm a grown woman and I'm completely capable of taking care of myself. Or have I not proven that yet?"

"That's not it Sam…" He started.

"Then what is it Eduardo?" She threw back quickly, growing frustrated with him, and yet ironically more aroused by the minute.

He lowered his voice. "I don't like it when that thing touches you."

A soft smile touched her face, and she couldn't help but giggle at his words. "That thing?"

"Yes, that thing. It's not that I think that you're incapable of taking care of yourself. Just seeing him touch you earlier caused my blood to boil."

He was jealous. Plain and simple. And while it was a silly notion, considering how he was the only man she would ever love, it still made her soften her gaze at him. His eyebrows knit together and, despite the fact that he wasn't looking at her then, she could see his eyes were closed, licking his lower lips anxiously.

"He just touched me Eduardo. It's not like I'm going to go throw myself at him." She protested quietly.

"Damn it Sam, that's not what I mean. It's not just that he touched you, he threatened to hurt you. And as your husband, I'm furious that he dare thinks he has the right to threaten you in any way, shape, or form. You are my wife, and he, nor any man, has the right to threaten you or to even attempt to bring any harm to you. And as for just touching you, that right is reserved solely for me. You might as well get used to that one."

She wasn't sure why, but in that moment, she'd never wanted him to touch her more in her life. He finally did look up at her, and when his hazel eyes met hers, she saw how much he cared. And though he sounded angry, his eyes were angry, but concerned, worried. He was afraid that Alan would hurt her. The sight made her want him to wrap her in his arms. Suddenly, he lurched forward, grabbing both of her wrists in his hands and backing her back, up against the wall. He pinned her to the wall, holding her arms up above her head. She widened her eyes at him, at the sudden action, but couldn't help but feel a rush of desire wash through her as he looked down at her, his gaze intense.

Her smile turned seductive quickly, gazing up into his face. "Then touch me now."

He looked slightly taken aback by her words, as she had appeared angry with him not seconds before. "W-What?"

"Unless you've gone deaf within the past few seconds, you know exactly what I just said. If the right is solely yours, then do it. Touch me. I need you right now."

A quick eyebrow raise down at her, and his own mouth tugged into his signature smug smile that usually annoyed the crap out of her, but at the moment it was the most intoxicating smile she'd ever seen. She wasn't quite sure what had suddenly come over her, herself. But all she knew in that moment was that she needed her husband almost as much as she realized he needed her. Her hands still pinned above her head, she quickly stole a kiss from him, bringing her head forward and crushing her lips to his. Taking nearly no time at all, Eduardo groaned low in his throat and pressed her entire body up against the wall.

He tasted of sugar, and Sam felt drunk with ecstasy as Eduardo's lips continued to devour hers. He nibbled at her lower lip, drawing in between his and teasing it gently. The one thing she'd never say about this man was that he didn't know what he was doing. He always seemed to know exactly what to do with her. What little touches would cause her to moan against him. What caresses would cause her to cry out his name. He knew her body almost better than she did, and she always marveled at how quickly he could turn her into putty in his hands. As he slid his tongue against the contours of her lips, tracing them with this tongue, Sam melted.

Pulling back from her, she almost protested, but as his hands continued to hold hers, he led her over to their bed. She followed obediently as he backed her into the bed, so the backs of her knees touched the frame of the bed. As he went to push her back gently, she stopped him. She needed to touch him first, had to touch him. Not that she'd ever utter the words aloud to him, she quite enjoyed the sight of his body. The way his muscles, which were usually hidden underneath his clothing, seemed so powerful under the light. The way the little line of hair just below his navel trailed down underneath his waistband. She blushed as she began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

Smiling, he didn't protest as he allowed her to undress him. Undoing each button almost felt like an eternity to both of them, but she continued. She glanced up into his eyes, hazy with lust as she popped one button after another through the holes. As the last button popped free, she pulled the shirt from his form, and let it fall to the floor. She quickly inhaled as she guided her hands across his chest. Eduardo sucked at his teeth as her hands teased him, rubbing against his body. Eduardo quickly cupped her face in his hands, pressing hot kisses to her lips. He then swiftly tugged her own shirt over her head, and tossed it uselessly across the room. Trailing a hand down his flat stomach, he closed his eyes and let his head hang back as she reached for his trousers. Yet again, he didn't protest as she slid his trousers, and his undergarments, down his strong legs. She pressed her lips against his leg as she slid to the floor as she lowered his pants. He sprang, full and ready, out of his pants as they fell to the floor.

Reaching up, she took him in her hand, grabbing him firmly. He uttered a curse under his breath as she gently stroked the sensitive flesh. A bead of liquid emerged from his tip, and she rubbed it against him. Before he could stop her, she took him in her mouth, licking the length of him sensuously. She didn't get a chance to do this to him often, but she enjoyed the power she felt when she did. Looking up into her husband's face, his head thrown back as his fists clenched into fists at his side. He growled low in his throat, a sound that sent fire down Sam as she licked him again. He quickly yanked himself from her, and swiftly pushed her back onto the bed.

"Minx." He whispered huskily to her as he lifted her hips, removing her own pants.

He kissed his way back up her body once her pants were long gone. She took no time to wrap her legs around his waist, silently encouraging him. But still he held back, trailing kisses across her collarbone and chest. He took one breast into his mouth and sucked her gently, swirling his tongue around her. She threw her head back against the pillow and pulled his hips against hers again, wanting him inside of her.

He looked down at her gently, his expression soft. "Are you sure? Are you alright?"

His words touched her, and she leaned forward, kissing him lazily for several moments. The kiss was different from the one earlier; it was sweet, slow, tender. She heard him groan as she gave him once last quick peck before looking back up at him. She smiled at him, nodding. "Yes. I'm alright."

"Please." She pleaded as he nibbled on her. Eduardo couldn't restrain himself any longer, and with her simple plea, he was undone. With a groan, he slid home to her very core. Sam panted as she felt him throb inside of her. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she bit her lip to silence her cries. He slowly began to thrust into her, each thrust send a spark of fire up her spin. She grabbed at him in desperation, needing him closer, even more so than he already was. Eduardo pressed his forehead against hers as they moved together, whispering sweet words to one another.

His face concentrated on hers, he smirked at her as they moved, sweat trickling down his face. The sight alone was enough for Sam. Finally the sparks began to blur together, and Sam felt herself soaring over the cliff. She cried out his name as the most intense orgasm she'd had in quite some time slammed into her like a ton of bricks. She dug her nails into his backside as she rode it out, writhing underneath him. It didn't take too long for Eduardo to follow her, moaning in completion as he squeezed his eyes shut. He emptied his seed into her with a strangled groan, and held himself above her as they panted together.

He collapsed next to her, laughing. "Well that was unexpected."

She chuckled. "Yeah, sorry."

He rolled to his side to look at her, bending his elbow and propping his head up on his hand. "You see me complaining?"

They laughed together, continuing to gaze into each other's eyes lovingly as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Lord she loved this man. He could be arrogant at times, and there were certainly times that she'd soon as strangle her himself. But he loved her, and she knew he did. He didn't even have to say it to her for her to know that. He worried for her more than she worried for herself, and always seemed to put her ahead of himself. She had no idea how she had ever lived without him before, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to live without him now. He was her other half.

Eduardo scooted down lower on the bed. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he lowered his head, and pressed a tender kiss to her belly. She smiled as he rubbed a hand gently over the small bump that was beginning to develop.

"What do you think it is?" He asked softly.

Smiling, she shrugged as she sank down into the sheets. "I have no idea. Won't know until it's time." She ran her hand through his hair as he rested his head on her legs.

He nodded, continuing to stroke her belly tenderly. "Well, as long as the little ankle-biter has your smile and your eyes, I don't care what it is."

Sam smiled as she closed her eyes, lying back against her pillow as Eduardo continued to stroke her bump lovingly. She had no doubt in her mind that he'd be a great father. She just hoped that Alan would stay away from now on.