Post by Broni on Nov 19, 2013 21:19:52 GMT -5
Another one-off from me 
Title: The Uphill Battle Prologue.
Author: Broni.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: Post ep ‘Thou Shalt Not’.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Summary: He had to face it head on now, before he fell too deep.
~*~
He lay in her bed, the softness of the sheet tickling his skin and smell a mixture of her perfume and sweat.
It was a scene he had familiarized himself with over the past month. He was in Samantha’s apartment, enjoying another evening in her company. It wasn’t only being around her that he liked, but of course the sex. She was as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside, and she wasn’t afraid to show it. She was proud of her body. So was he.
The water in the bathroom stopped running, and a moment later, there she was.
She had a bathrobe on and her hair was now up in a ponytail. They had come back here after the abortion clinic case. Samantha had insisted that before they did anything, she needed a shower. He didn’t question her on it, but he knew why. Maureen… Lillian, whatever her name was, had been shot and killed right in front of them.
Of everything she’d endured in her life, it was tragic that she had to die like that. She couldn’t see her son grow up and have a family of his own. She’d done some terrible things in the past, but she was trying to make up for them. Martin knew that she would have done great things if the sniper hadn’t shot her that afternoon.
For some reason, the case got to Samantha. It always surprised him to see the kinds of cases they worked that affected her. He never picked the right ones. Single mothers, people from tough upbringings, kids… in the end they made sense, but during the actual investigations, he was surprised. It was just another piece in the Samantha puzzle that he liked figuring out.
“What are you thinking about?”
Her voice brought him back from his reverie. He didn’t realize he’d been thinking deeply and in the process, staring at her with a blank expression. “Hm?”
“You look… confused?” She tilted her head to the side.
“I’m fine.” He held a hand out reaching for her. He’d changed into a wife beater and stripped down to his underwear and was waiting in bed for her. They’d stopped off for something to eat on the way there but honestly weren’t hungry. An early night was on the cards. “How are you doing?”
That made her eyes fall from his. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good shower?”
“Wonderful.” She smiled dreamily. “Hot.” She took a seat on the edge of the bed beside him, her eyes on the bedspread while his were on her. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”
Martin shook his head. “I’m fine, thanks.” He brought a hand up and ran his fingers over the side of her head, still surprised he was able to do this to her. He’d wanted to do it many times, especially after those tough cases that got to her. “I’m guessing you’re not hungry?”
She smiled weakly. “The thought of food just…” She rested a hand on her stomach and shook her head. “You can help yourself to whatever you want. I’m sure you’re hungry by now.”
“Well…” He didn’t want to admit that he was a little bit hungry. He didn’t know how or why, but he did know that if he ignored his body, it wouldn’t end well. “I might make a sandwich.”
Samantha chuckled and stood up, following him through to the kitchen. “You didn’t need much convincing.”
“I’m going to let that slide only because it’s good to hear you laugh,” Martin admitted, looking through her cupboards and fridge, finding bread and some salad ingredients for a sandwich. It wasn’t deep fried so it’d settle his restless stomach. “Do you want one?”
She paused for a moment, watching what he was doing and finally nodding. “That’d be nice.”
“Didn’t take much convincing,” he mocked.
Again, she chuckled and tapped his shoulder. “Not nice.” Martin made their sandwiches and got down two plates, but Samantha instantly put one back and reached for one of the sandwiches, opting to eat it over the sink. When Martin gave her an amused look, she shrugged. “I hate doing dishes.”
“I didn’t say a word.” Martin ate his sandwich still at the counter beside her, careful to get all his mess onto the plate. After a few minutes silence, he couldn’t help but break it and at least ask her about the day. “Today was quite a day, hm?”
“I hate losing them, but I guess uh… we can’t save them all.” She took another big bite of the sandwich, leaning her body on the counter and chewing silently.
Martin cleared his throat, having swallowed the last of his sandwich and placing his plate in the sink, intending to clean it later. “How about Jack?”
With her mouth full of food, Samantha simply nodded, before admitting a few seconds later, “Yeah, I didn’t see that one coming.”
“Do you think he’ll get his job back?”
Samantha sighed. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he did.”
“Vivian’s not going to be too happy.”
“Remind me to stay clear of her for a few days.”
“You and me both.”
They shared a look and a smile before Martin worked on cleaning up the mess he’d made, washing the plate and drying it before putting it back in the cupboard. He was a bit of a neat freak in his own home and couldn’t help but be that way here. Unfortunately, it looked like he’d need a little bit longer in her apartment. She wasn’t messy, but it didn’t look like it’d been dusted or swept in a while.
Putting the cloth away, he turned and headed back to the bedroom, surprised to find Samantha crawling into bed with a tank top and boxer shorts on. She looked tired and moved to stare up at the ceiling, her mind a million miles away. Martin disappeared into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face before joining her in bed, switching the light off and getting comfortable.
The room was silent. He could hear traffic and people outside, but it wasn’t enough to keep him up. Lying here, now, with Samantha beside him, he just didn’t feel tired. He couldn’t remember a time when they would go to bed and straight away go to sleep. Usually it was sex first. Not that he was complaining. They were very sexually compatible.
But it felt odd, like something was wrong.
“Tired?” he whispered.
She sighed softly. “No.”
“Come here.” Martin reached his arms out and pulled her to rest against him. Immediately, her head rested on his chest and one of her arms draped over his stomach, keeping him close. A soft smile played on his lips as he could feel her heart beating against his chest. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
He wanted to choose his words carefully but was too tired to. “What do you think of Jack coming back?”
“I uh… I don’t know,” she whispered. “Why?”
“I want to be honest with you about something.” He felt his stomach knot and suddenly wished that he didn’t have that sandwich. He heard her breathe in sharply too and hold her breath. “I’m not bothered by the fact you and Jack have a past. I don’t care about that. It’s just… I’m worried you’re in love with him and soon, what we have will be over.”
The room was filled with deathly silence, and it made him incredibly nervous. He was just waiting for her to push him from the bed and demand he leave, never to come back again. He didn’t want to voice his thoughts for fear of pushing her away but what else could he do? That’s all he thought on the moment he saw Jack in the office that afternoon.
Or maybe she’d fallen asleep?
“Not long after I left my husband, when I was eighteen years old, I found out I was pregnant,” her soft voice whispered. “When we were in the clinic today and that receptionist asked about my history, I didn’t lie. I had an abortion so I could start my life fresh.” She let that hang in the air for a moment. “You were going to ask me about that too, weren’t you?”
Was he that easy to read? “Eventually, maybe… yeah,” he stammered. “Why uh, why did you tell me?”
“You are here in my bed, Martin, because I trust you and I want you to be here,” she whispered, propping herself up and looking down at him. Though the room was dark, he could make the outline of her face and see the shining of her eyes. “What I had with Jack is over and it’s going to remain that way.”
“Do you love him?”
She shut her eyes for a moment. “I love that he saved me during a dark time and that he was there for me. There are strong feelings there Martin, but that’s it. They’re fading and eventually they’ll be gone and that’ll be that.” Again, he wasn’t sure what to respond with. “You don’t believe me?”
He brought a hand up and played with her ponytail, enjoying the soft strands sliding through his fingers and feeling his heart constrict, not wanting it to be over already. “No, I believe you. I guess I didn’t expect for him to come back, especially so soon.”
“It doesn’t matter that he has, Martin. It doesn’t.” She leant in and brushed her lips over his.
Martin kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her to lie above him. “Okay.”
“Okay?” she repeated, kissing a trail down the skin of his neck.
“Okay,” he breathed into the silence of the night, trying to take comfort in the fact that he had the girl he wanted, and for the foreseeable future, it was going to remain that way. He more than hoped it would, anyway.
Title: The Uphill Battle Prologue.
Author: Broni.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: Post ep ‘Thou Shalt Not’.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Summary: He had to face it head on now, before he fell too deep.
~*~
He lay in her bed, the softness of the sheet tickling his skin and smell a mixture of her perfume and sweat.
It was a scene he had familiarized himself with over the past month. He was in Samantha’s apartment, enjoying another evening in her company. It wasn’t only being around her that he liked, but of course the sex. She was as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside, and she wasn’t afraid to show it. She was proud of her body. So was he.
The water in the bathroom stopped running, and a moment later, there she was.
She had a bathrobe on and her hair was now up in a ponytail. They had come back here after the abortion clinic case. Samantha had insisted that before they did anything, she needed a shower. He didn’t question her on it, but he knew why. Maureen… Lillian, whatever her name was, had been shot and killed right in front of them.
Of everything she’d endured in her life, it was tragic that she had to die like that. She couldn’t see her son grow up and have a family of his own. She’d done some terrible things in the past, but she was trying to make up for them. Martin knew that she would have done great things if the sniper hadn’t shot her that afternoon.
For some reason, the case got to Samantha. It always surprised him to see the kinds of cases they worked that affected her. He never picked the right ones. Single mothers, people from tough upbringings, kids… in the end they made sense, but during the actual investigations, he was surprised. It was just another piece in the Samantha puzzle that he liked figuring out.
“What are you thinking about?”
Her voice brought him back from his reverie. He didn’t realize he’d been thinking deeply and in the process, staring at her with a blank expression. “Hm?”
“You look… confused?” She tilted her head to the side.
“I’m fine.” He held a hand out reaching for her. He’d changed into a wife beater and stripped down to his underwear and was waiting in bed for her. They’d stopped off for something to eat on the way there but honestly weren’t hungry. An early night was on the cards. “How are you doing?”
That made her eyes fall from his. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good shower?”
“Wonderful.” She smiled dreamily. “Hot.” She took a seat on the edge of the bed beside him, her eyes on the bedspread while his were on her. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”
Martin shook his head. “I’m fine, thanks.” He brought a hand up and ran his fingers over the side of her head, still surprised he was able to do this to her. He’d wanted to do it many times, especially after those tough cases that got to her. “I’m guessing you’re not hungry?”
She smiled weakly. “The thought of food just…” She rested a hand on her stomach and shook her head. “You can help yourself to whatever you want. I’m sure you’re hungry by now.”
“Well…” He didn’t want to admit that he was a little bit hungry. He didn’t know how or why, but he did know that if he ignored his body, it wouldn’t end well. “I might make a sandwich.”
Samantha chuckled and stood up, following him through to the kitchen. “You didn’t need much convincing.”
“I’m going to let that slide only because it’s good to hear you laugh,” Martin admitted, looking through her cupboards and fridge, finding bread and some salad ingredients for a sandwich. It wasn’t deep fried so it’d settle his restless stomach. “Do you want one?”
She paused for a moment, watching what he was doing and finally nodding. “That’d be nice.”
“Didn’t take much convincing,” he mocked.
Again, she chuckled and tapped his shoulder. “Not nice.” Martin made their sandwiches and got down two plates, but Samantha instantly put one back and reached for one of the sandwiches, opting to eat it over the sink. When Martin gave her an amused look, she shrugged. “I hate doing dishes.”
“I didn’t say a word.” Martin ate his sandwich still at the counter beside her, careful to get all his mess onto the plate. After a few minutes silence, he couldn’t help but break it and at least ask her about the day. “Today was quite a day, hm?”
“I hate losing them, but I guess uh… we can’t save them all.” She took another big bite of the sandwich, leaning her body on the counter and chewing silently.
Martin cleared his throat, having swallowed the last of his sandwich and placing his plate in the sink, intending to clean it later. “How about Jack?”
With her mouth full of food, Samantha simply nodded, before admitting a few seconds later, “Yeah, I didn’t see that one coming.”
“Do you think he’ll get his job back?”
Samantha sighed. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he did.”
“Vivian’s not going to be too happy.”
“Remind me to stay clear of her for a few days.”
“You and me both.”
They shared a look and a smile before Martin worked on cleaning up the mess he’d made, washing the plate and drying it before putting it back in the cupboard. He was a bit of a neat freak in his own home and couldn’t help but be that way here. Unfortunately, it looked like he’d need a little bit longer in her apartment. She wasn’t messy, but it didn’t look like it’d been dusted or swept in a while.
Putting the cloth away, he turned and headed back to the bedroom, surprised to find Samantha crawling into bed with a tank top and boxer shorts on. She looked tired and moved to stare up at the ceiling, her mind a million miles away. Martin disappeared into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face before joining her in bed, switching the light off and getting comfortable.
The room was silent. He could hear traffic and people outside, but it wasn’t enough to keep him up. Lying here, now, with Samantha beside him, he just didn’t feel tired. He couldn’t remember a time when they would go to bed and straight away go to sleep. Usually it was sex first. Not that he was complaining. They were very sexually compatible.
But it felt odd, like something was wrong.
“Tired?” he whispered.
She sighed softly. “No.”
“Come here.” Martin reached his arms out and pulled her to rest against him. Immediately, her head rested on his chest and one of her arms draped over his stomach, keeping him close. A soft smile played on his lips as he could feel her heart beating against his chest. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
He wanted to choose his words carefully but was too tired to. “What do you think of Jack coming back?”
“I uh… I don’t know,” she whispered. “Why?”
“I want to be honest with you about something.” He felt his stomach knot and suddenly wished that he didn’t have that sandwich. He heard her breathe in sharply too and hold her breath. “I’m not bothered by the fact you and Jack have a past. I don’t care about that. It’s just… I’m worried you’re in love with him and soon, what we have will be over.”
The room was filled with deathly silence, and it made him incredibly nervous. He was just waiting for her to push him from the bed and demand he leave, never to come back again. He didn’t want to voice his thoughts for fear of pushing her away but what else could he do? That’s all he thought on the moment he saw Jack in the office that afternoon.
Or maybe she’d fallen asleep?
“Not long after I left my husband, when I was eighteen years old, I found out I was pregnant,” her soft voice whispered. “When we were in the clinic today and that receptionist asked about my history, I didn’t lie. I had an abortion so I could start my life fresh.” She let that hang in the air for a moment. “You were going to ask me about that too, weren’t you?”
Was he that easy to read? “Eventually, maybe… yeah,” he stammered. “Why uh, why did you tell me?”
“You are here in my bed, Martin, because I trust you and I want you to be here,” she whispered, propping herself up and looking down at him. Though the room was dark, he could make the outline of her face and see the shining of her eyes. “What I had with Jack is over and it’s going to remain that way.”
“Do you love him?”
She shut her eyes for a moment. “I love that he saved me during a dark time and that he was there for me. There are strong feelings there Martin, but that’s it. They’re fading and eventually they’ll be gone and that’ll be that.” Again, he wasn’t sure what to respond with. “You don’t believe me?”
He brought a hand up and played with her ponytail, enjoying the soft strands sliding through his fingers and feeling his heart constrict, not wanting it to be over already. “No, I believe you. I guess I didn’t expect for him to come back, especially so soon.”
“It doesn’t matter that he has, Martin. It doesn’t.” She leant in and brushed her lips over his.
Martin kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her to lie above him. “Okay.”
“Okay?” she repeated, kissing a trail down the skin of his neck.
“Okay,” he breathed into the silence of the night, trying to take comfort in the fact that he had the girl he wanted, and for the foreseeable future, it was going to remain that way. He more than hoped it would, anyway.
