Post by Broni on Oct 31, 2013 7:34:10 GMT -5
Hi again This is just another one-off I wrote up tonight. I guess I tried to give Samantha a bit more of a personality and tie in her love of basketball. Hope you like it!
Title: Kicks.
Author: Broni.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Summary: Constantly learning and forever evolving.
~*~
She sat with her legs crossed in front of her, a paper plate with a steaming hot pizza piece sitting on it and a half-empty beer on the coffee table.
Martin couldn’t help but smile as he sat beside her, eating his own pizza slice enjoying yet another evening in her company. It had been this way for a few weeks, and while things were still a little bit awkward, he was enjoying this. He had hoped that something would happen between himself and Samantha for a while but never though it would.
Now, here he was, in her apartment after another day of work, enjoying a pizza that they had made together, straight from the oven. Could this night get any better?
“Mmm,” Samantha moaned, chewing on a mouthful of pizza and shutting her eyes, really savoring each mouthful.
Martin couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think I’ve heard that somewhere before.”
“If I wasn’t in heaven with this food, I would glare at you,” Samantha mumbled, opening one eye a tiny bit and glancing at him, but quickly shutting it and letting a small smile grace her face. “This pizza is truly amazing Martin.”
“You helped me make it too, don’t forget.” He took a bite and nodded with a wide grin: chorizo, bocconcini, feta cheese, basil, garlic, and tomato sauce. It wasn’t a recipe he had in his head that afternoon, but when Samantha suggested they have pizza for dinner again, he wanted to mix it up. So they went to a grocery store, bought some random ingredients and went to her apartment.
He had a feeling it would all come together, but not like this.
Samantha shook her head. “I was planning on a large pepperoni. This is way better.”
“There’s always an upside to home-cooked.”
This time she did open her eyes and gave Martin a look. “You were right, and savor that Martin, because I’m only saying it once.”
“It’s all up here.” He tapped his temple.
Quickly finishing her slice, and as she was about to reach for another one, Samantha’s eyes darted to the clock on her living room wall and dove for the remote on the coffee table. In an instant, she’d turned the TV on and found the sports channel with a live basketball game on. This surprised Martin immensely.
Sitting back in her seat, with her second slice of pizza now under her nose, a content smile crossed Samantha’s face… until she locked eye with Martin. “What?” It immediately fell.
“Nothing.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Really?”
“Just… basketball?”
“Yeah.” Samantha nodded slowly. “What’s wrong with it? I thought you were a fan?”
Martin grinned. “Oh I am. I just didn’t think you were.”
“Why not?” A smile grew on her face. “Because I’m a woman?”
He shrugged and took a gulp of his beer, glad to see he’d almost finished it. Time for a cold one! “You never mentioned it before.”
Samantha finished the rest of her beer and set the empty bottle on the coffee table. “You weren’t paying enough attention.”
“I was paying plenty of attention.” He let his eyes slowly drift over her body. “But it wasn’t to your hobbies.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right, it was to my other “hobbies”.”
“Among other things.” He finished his drink and stood, collecting her empty bottle and heading for the kitchen. “Do you want another?”
“Please.”
When he came back into the living room, Samantha’s eyes were set firmly on him along with a tiny smile on her face. She was watching him very closely, and while it made his heart flutter nervously in his chest, he liked it all the same. Up until a few weeks ago, he had no idea that she thought of him in any way more than friendly.
Suddenly, to have an open invitation to go back to her apartment, undress her and please her, well it was amazing. Of course he’d been out since he moved to New York City. He was eager to make new friends and set up a real life for himself in this foreign city. When he first met Samantha, he thought she was gorgeous, and the more he got to know her, the more he liked.
But he saw that she came with baggage and had issues with opening up. So now, to be able to go to her apartment almost every night and spend it with her, well it wasn’t something he was going to pass up. He felt he had enough patience and care to be her other half. Not better half though, that title was already taken.
Now though, he felt like a piece of meat. And he liked it.
“What are you looking at?”
Samantha smirked. “Just having a bit of eye sex with your body. I hope that’s okay.”
“It uh… eye sex?” He handed her another beer and cocked his head to the side, slightly confused but more intrigued.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged having a sip of her drink. “Oh thank you.” Turning her head, she focused on the game again munching on pizza and sipping beer.
Martin joined her on the sofa and watched her fascination with the game. “So how big a fan are you?”
“Go Bucks,” she replied with a smile.
He cringed. “The Bucks? You’re not a Knicks fan?”
Samantha shook her head. “No way. That’s one thing I was adamant on not changing when I came here. I can’t back someone other than my home team.”
“Sounds like a strong bond you have there.”
“I wanted to become a professional Basketballer,” she stated, before throwing a hand up and glaring at the TV. “Foul on them ref? Come on!”
Martin ate more food opting to stay out of her way and let her talk in her own time. She seemed passionate, very passionate. Then again, he wanted to learn all he could about Samantha Spade. “A basketball player?” he repeated. “Did you play at all?”
“All through high school. I loved it.”
He put his empty plate on the coffee table and nursed his beer bottle, shifting on the sofa so he was facing her more than the TV. “Why didn’t you pursue it?”
Samantha glanced at him with a laugh. “You’re kidding right?” He simply shrugged. “I had to be realistic about my future. I knew I’d never make it and when my grades began falling and I almost got kicked off the team, I had to focus on studied. Sports came second.”
“You’ll have to show me your moves one day.”
She grinned and winked at him. “You got it.”
“You know,” he stared at her silently for a moment, “it’s really good to see this passionate side of you.”
“How do you mean?” She sipped her beer and nestled into the sofa cushions some more, half watching the TV and half watching him.
“Well sure at work you’re a hard worker and good at what you do,” he explained, “but I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s good.”
Her eyes stayed on him for a few moments. “I am human.”
“And a great one at that,” he quipped.
Her cheeks turned a lighter shade of pink and she quickly averted her gaze to the TV. “I think I could wipe your ass all over the court.”
Martin raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”
“Sure.” She pointed to the TV as one of the Bucks players did a lay-up. She clapped a couple of times and gestured to the TV set. “I can do that.”
He reached out and grabbed her hands, pulling her body on top of his and immediately moving his lips to her neck. “I bet you can. Free throws?”
“Simple,” she breathed, relaxing her body against his and craning her head so he could kiss her skin.
Martin’s smile broadened as he inhaled her scent. “Jump shot?”
She shrugged. “Piece of cake.”
“How about the all-important three pointer?”
Samantha pulled back and met his gaze. “Those are my specialty.”
“Now how did I already know that?” He brought a hand up and cupped the back of her head, staring at her for a moment before pulling her closer and brushing his lips against hers, savoring the taste and just having her next to him.
The cheering from the crowd was the only sound to fill the room as Samantha and Martin quickly became wrapped up in each other. He loved the feeling of her hands on his body and her lips on his. He constantly shivered when her hair would brush his face. His body tingled feeling her nails gently scrape the back of his neck and up into his hair.
Feeling her pull back and reach for the remote control, turning the volume down, Martin stared at the game for a moment with a grin. “What are you smiling at?”
“I’ll take you to a game with kick ass seats,” he told her with a knowing nod.
“Oh will you?” She raised an eyebrow.
“But you’ll have to keep your hands off me. I know it’ll be hard.” She laughed and pushed him further down onto the sofa, the game lost to the both of them.
Title: Kicks.
Author: Broni.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Summary: Constantly learning and forever evolving.
~*~
She sat with her legs crossed in front of her, a paper plate with a steaming hot pizza piece sitting on it and a half-empty beer on the coffee table.
Martin couldn’t help but smile as he sat beside her, eating his own pizza slice enjoying yet another evening in her company. It had been this way for a few weeks, and while things were still a little bit awkward, he was enjoying this. He had hoped that something would happen between himself and Samantha for a while but never though it would.
Now, here he was, in her apartment after another day of work, enjoying a pizza that they had made together, straight from the oven. Could this night get any better?
“Mmm,” Samantha moaned, chewing on a mouthful of pizza and shutting her eyes, really savoring each mouthful.
Martin couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think I’ve heard that somewhere before.”
“If I wasn’t in heaven with this food, I would glare at you,” Samantha mumbled, opening one eye a tiny bit and glancing at him, but quickly shutting it and letting a small smile grace her face. “This pizza is truly amazing Martin.”
“You helped me make it too, don’t forget.” He took a bite and nodded with a wide grin: chorizo, bocconcini, feta cheese, basil, garlic, and tomato sauce. It wasn’t a recipe he had in his head that afternoon, but when Samantha suggested they have pizza for dinner again, he wanted to mix it up. So they went to a grocery store, bought some random ingredients and went to her apartment.
He had a feeling it would all come together, but not like this.
Samantha shook her head. “I was planning on a large pepperoni. This is way better.”
“There’s always an upside to home-cooked.”
This time she did open her eyes and gave Martin a look. “You were right, and savor that Martin, because I’m only saying it once.”
“It’s all up here.” He tapped his temple.
Quickly finishing her slice, and as she was about to reach for another one, Samantha’s eyes darted to the clock on her living room wall and dove for the remote on the coffee table. In an instant, she’d turned the TV on and found the sports channel with a live basketball game on. This surprised Martin immensely.
Sitting back in her seat, with her second slice of pizza now under her nose, a content smile crossed Samantha’s face… until she locked eye with Martin. “What?” It immediately fell.
“Nothing.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Really?”
“Just… basketball?”
“Yeah.” Samantha nodded slowly. “What’s wrong with it? I thought you were a fan?”
Martin grinned. “Oh I am. I just didn’t think you were.”
“Why not?” A smile grew on her face. “Because I’m a woman?”
He shrugged and took a gulp of his beer, glad to see he’d almost finished it. Time for a cold one! “You never mentioned it before.”
Samantha finished the rest of her beer and set the empty bottle on the coffee table. “You weren’t paying enough attention.”
“I was paying plenty of attention.” He let his eyes slowly drift over her body. “But it wasn’t to your hobbies.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right, it was to my other “hobbies”.”
“Among other things.” He finished his drink and stood, collecting her empty bottle and heading for the kitchen. “Do you want another?”
“Please.”
When he came back into the living room, Samantha’s eyes were set firmly on him along with a tiny smile on her face. She was watching him very closely, and while it made his heart flutter nervously in his chest, he liked it all the same. Up until a few weeks ago, he had no idea that she thought of him in any way more than friendly.
Suddenly, to have an open invitation to go back to her apartment, undress her and please her, well it was amazing. Of course he’d been out since he moved to New York City. He was eager to make new friends and set up a real life for himself in this foreign city. When he first met Samantha, he thought she was gorgeous, and the more he got to know her, the more he liked.
But he saw that she came with baggage and had issues with opening up. So now, to be able to go to her apartment almost every night and spend it with her, well it wasn’t something he was going to pass up. He felt he had enough patience and care to be her other half. Not better half though, that title was already taken.
Now though, he felt like a piece of meat. And he liked it.
“What are you looking at?”
Samantha smirked. “Just having a bit of eye sex with your body. I hope that’s okay.”
“It uh… eye sex?” He handed her another beer and cocked his head to the side, slightly confused but more intrigued.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged having a sip of her drink. “Oh thank you.” Turning her head, she focused on the game again munching on pizza and sipping beer.
Martin joined her on the sofa and watched her fascination with the game. “So how big a fan are you?”
“Go Bucks,” she replied with a smile.
He cringed. “The Bucks? You’re not a Knicks fan?”
Samantha shook her head. “No way. That’s one thing I was adamant on not changing when I came here. I can’t back someone other than my home team.”
“Sounds like a strong bond you have there.”
“I wanted to become a professional Basketballer,” she stated, before throwing a hand up and glaring at the TV. “Foul on them ref? Come on!”
Martin ate more food opting to stay out of her way and let her talk in her own time. She seemed passionate, very passionate. Then again, he wanted to learn all he could about Samantha Spade. “A basketball player?” he repeated. “Did you play at all?”
“All through high school. I loved it.”
He put his empty plate on the coffee table and nursed his beer bottle, shifting on the sofa so he was facing her more than the TV. “Why didn’t you pursue it?”
Samantha glanced at him with a laugh. “You’re kidding right?” He simply shrugged. “I had to be realistic about my future. I knew I’d never make it and when my grades began falling and I almost got kicked off the team, I had to focus on studied. Sports came second.”
“You’ll have to show me your moves one day.”
She grinned and winked at him. “You got it.”
“You know,” he stared at her silently for a moment, “it’s really good to see this passionate side of you.”
“How do you mean?” She sipped her beer and nestled into the sofa cushions some more, half watching the TV and half watching him.
“Well sure at work you’re a hard worker and good at what you do,” he explained, “but I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s good.”
Her eyes stayed on him for a few moments. “I am human.”
“And a great one at that,” he quipped.
Her cheeks turned a lighter shade of pink and she quickly averted her gaze to the TV. “I think I could wipe your ass all over the court.”
Martin raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”
“Sure.” She pointed to the TV as one of the Bucks players did a lay-up. She clapped a couple of times and gestured to the TV set. “I can do that.”
He reached out and grabbed her hands, pulling her body on top of his and immediately moving his lips to her neck. “I bet you can. Free throws?”
“Simple,” she breathed, relaxing her body against his and craning her head so he could kiss her skin.
Martin’s smile broadened as he inhaled her scent. “Jump shot?”
She shrugged. “Piece of cake.”
“How about the all-important three pointer?”
Samantha pulled back and met his gaze. “Those are my specialty.”
“Now how did I already know that?” He brought a hand up and cupped the back of her head, staring at her for a moment before pulling her closer and brushing his lips against hers, savoring the taste and just having her next to him.
The cheering from the crowd was the only sound to fill the room as Samantha and Martin quickly became wrapped up in each other. He loved the feeling of her hands on his body and her lips on his. He constantly shivered when her hair would brush his face. His body tingled feeling her nails gently scrape the back of his neck and up into his hair.
Feeling her pull back and reach for the remote control, turning the volume down, Martin stared at the game for a moment with a grin. “What are you smiling at?”
“I’ll take you to a game with kick ass seats,” he told her with a knowing nod.
“Oh will you?” She raised an eyebrow.
“But you’ll have to keep your hands off me. I know it’ll be hard.” She laughed and pushed him further down onto the sofa, the game lost to the both of them.