Fic... from me?
Yeah, this whole posting fic thing scares the crap outta me. For permissionslip because she asked for it. And who am I to deny her?
Fandom: Without A Trace
Tempus Fugit
Author: Terra - tayl6430@wlu.ca
Rating: PG-13 for language - Samantha/Martin
Summary: It's a been full month since they got together and she absently wonders how long it will take before this relationship obscures the previous one completely.
Notes: Many thanks to Eloise for the beta. This is a gift for my dearest Aire. Happy belated birthday muffin.
**
She's still surprised by how uncomplicated that night seemed. He liked her. She liked him. So going back to her place and fucking was simply a logical way to deal with the situation. There was no thought given to the precise nature of their relationship, nor to the potential awkwardness or regrets the night could cause.
That pleases her, brings her a smile as they lay sated and drowsy on her bed a few weeks later. She can hear his watch ticking a steady rhythm from the bedside table and she lets it lull her to sleep.
**
"Martin?"
"Hmm?" he mumbles as he lifts his eyes to meet hers.
"Do you have those phone records I was looking for?"
"Yeah," he says as he slides his chair over to hand them to her. "Sorry, I forgot I had them."
She simply smiles in response and spins back around to face her desk. He allows his eyes to linger on her for a few seconds before he too returns to his work.
At the office they try to be discreet.
Since Jack came back it's been more difficult, but they manage to keep furtive glances and unnecessary touching to a minimum.
**
Vivian knows. She always knows about things like this.
It took her a while to pick up on the subtle change in their demeanour, but she did. Of course.
*
It takes nearly three weeks before she brings it up. She and Sam are driving up to Closter to interview the sister of a missing man when her voice breaks the quiet.
"Are you and Martin together?"
Sam glances over and catches her eyes before answering softly. "Yeah."
There is a long silence.
"You think it's a bad idea." It's not a question.
"I was just wondering what was going on." Her response lingers. It certainly isn't a condemnation, but Sam knows it's not an approval either.
"Viv, It's not that big a deal."
"Is it a big deal for him?"
Her mouth opens to speak for a few seconds before finally snapping shut. The conversation ends with that.
**
It's a been full month since they got together and she absently wonders how long it will take before this relationship obscures the previous one completely. She hopes it happens sooner rather than later.
She wants to put all of herself into this - whatever this is - between she and Martin.
**
As they lay awake in her bed he lazily traces figures on her skin. They don't speak in these moments and she often wonders what he is thinking. After all, it's not like they have some mystical bond that allows them to have an entire conversation with just one look.
There are no grandiose declarations of love between them. There is just a sort of comfortable air that surrounds them as they live day-to-day.
She sometimes thinks that this is a contradiction. How can they be so at ease when they never really talk about their relationship?
She's given up thinking about it.
They live label free.
**
He lowers his voice ever so slightly when he wants her to take him seriously. She loves that about him. It's something she had noticed before, but it's more pronounced now that they're together. She thinks it's sweet because she knows he doesn't do it with anyone else, doesn't know if he has ever treated anyone else the same way.
When he notices her eyes following Jack out of the interview room he turns to face her.
"We should have a discussion about this at some point you know."
She doesn't even turn to look at him as she replies. "About what?" A few seconds pass and she can still feel his eyes on her. "Okay, just not here. Not now."
"Later then." His voice drops minutely. "It's important."
*
She manages to put off the inevitable until after dinner that evening. When Martin passes a half-full wineglass to her over the back of the couch and comes around to sit down, she knows time is up.
Knowing it will relieve him that she is starting the conversation, she begins. "You wanted to discuss something today
Fandom: Without A Trace
Tempus Fugit
Author: Terra - tayl6430@wlu.ca
Rating: PG-13 for language - Samantha/Martin
Summary: It's a been full month since they got together and she absently wonders how long it will take before this relationship obscures the previous one completely.
Notes: Many thanks to Eloise for the beta. This is a gift for my dearest Aire. Happy belated birthday muffin.
**
She's still surprised by how uncomplicated that night seemed. He liked her. She liked him. So going back to her place and fucking was simply a logical way to deal with the situation. There was no thought given to the precise nature of their relationship, nor to the potential awkwardness or regrets the night could cause.
That pleases her, brings her a smile as they lay sated and drowsy on her bed a few weeks later. She can hear his watch ticking a steady rhythm from the bedside table and she lets it lull her to sleep.
**
"Martin?"
"Hmm?" he mumbles as he lifts his eyes to meet hers.
"Do you have those phone records I was looking for?"
"Yeah," he says as he slides his chair over to hand them to her. "Sorry, I forgot I had them."
She simply smiles in response and spins back around to face her desk. He allows his eyes to linger on her for a few seconds before he too returns to his work.
At the office they try to be discreet.
Since Jack came back it's been more difficult, but they manage to keep furtive glances and unnecessary touching to a minimum.
**
Vivian knows. She always knows about things like this.
It took her a while to pick up on the subtle change in their demeanour, but she did. Of course.
*
It takes nearly three weeks before she brings it up. She and Sam are driving up to Closter to interview the sister of a missing man when her voice breaks the quiet.
"Are you and Martin together?"
Sam glances over and catches her eyes before answering softly. "Yeah."
There is a long silence.
"You think it's a bad idea." It's not a question.
"I was just wondering what was going on." Her response lingers. It certainly isn't a condemnation, but Sam knows it's not an approval either.
"Viv, It's not that big a deal."
"Is it a big deal for him?"
Her mouth opens to speak for a few seconds before finally snapping shut. The conversation ends with that.
**
It's a been full month since they got together and she absently wonders how long it will take before this relationship obscures the previous one completely. She hopes it happens sooner rather than later.
She wants to put all of herself into this - whatever this is - between she and Martin.
**
As they lay awake in her bed he lazily traces figures on her skin. They don't speak in these moments and she often wonders what he is thinking. After all, it's not like they have some mystical bond that allows them to have an entire conversation with just one look.
There are no grandiose declarations of love between them. There is just a sort of comfortable air that surrounds them as they live day-to-day.
She sometimes thinks that this is a contradiction. How can they be so at ease when they never really talk about their relationship?
She's given up thinking about it.
They live label free.
**
He lowers his voice ever so slightly when he wants her to take him seriously. She loves that about him. It's something she had noticed before, but it's more pronounced now that they're together. She thinks it's sweet because she knows he doesn't do it with anyone else, doesn't know if he has ever treated anyone else the same way.
When he notices her eyes following Jack out of the interview room he turns to face her.
"We should have a discussion about this at some point you know."
She doesn't even turn to look at him as she replies. "About what?" A few seconds pass and she can still feel his eyes on her. "Okay, just not here. Not now."
"Later then." His voice drops minutely. "It's important."
*
She manages to put off the inevitable until after dinner that evening. When Martin passes a half-full wineglass to her over the back of the couch and comes around to sit down, she knows time is up.
Knowing it will relieve him that she is starting the conversation, she begins. "You wanted to discuss something today