Eye of the Beholder: Chapter Five
Title: Eye of the Beholder: Chapter Five
Rating: M
Pairing: Laura/Sam
Word Count: 1050
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Summary: Finally! (lol)
A/N: Much thanks to lanalucy and laura_mayfair for the beta work and support.
First Chapter
“Too much?” she asked.
He shook his head. “It’s just...we’re finally together, and I have a bum leg.”
She stroked his cheek. “Then we’ll wait.”
He groaned.
She cupped him. “And I’ll take care of you now.”
His eyes flashed with awareness - and something else. He wouldn’t last long.
She reached for his hand. “Come on.”
He struggled to sit up.
“Can you make it?” She asked.
“If I lean on you, yeah.” He rolled his eyes. “Crutches kind of kill the mood.”
“But you will use them, right?”
“Yeah,” he said with little enthusiasm.
She helped him stand and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders for leverage. “Too much?” he asked.
She shook her head. Her mother had been dead weight at the end. This wasn’t nearly as bad.
They shuffled toward his room. “Just so you know, my bed’s not made,” he said.
She grinned. “Neither is mine.”
She opened the door. Aside from the sheets lying askew, it was a neat room. Spartan. One book lay on the bedside table. The only photo was of her. It was from just before she’d become Secretary of Education. “Didn’t know you had that,” she said, pointing at the picture.
“That was a good day,” he said. “And I love that skirt on you.”
He sat on the bed, then pulled her flush against him. He kissed her earlobe. “Love this look too.”
She was in Yoga pants and a faded t-shirt from a long ago teachers’ retreat. She hadn’t exactly planned on leaving the house that day. “Really?”
“Yeah. It says you’ll be sticking around for awhile.” He grinned. “I like that.”
“Me too,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.” She gently pushed against his chest. “Lie down, Mr. Anders.”
“Is that your teacher voice?” he asked after he’d complied.
She raised a brow. “Do you want it to be?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe another time. You know, when I can fully enjoy it.”
She ran her hand along his trunk and chest. He wasn’t a big guy - he wouldn’t be as agile if he were - but his abdominal muscles were impressive. She hadn’t thought of that as her thing, but it certainly was now. It was probably him. “Then let Dr. Roslin make you feel better.”
She lifted the hem of his shirt, and he helped her pull it off. She tweaked his nipple until he shuddered. “Your reflexes function normally, I see,” she said. “Good.”
She stroked down his chest to his stomach and slid her hand under his waistband. She cupped him through his boxers.
He groaned.
“Let’s get those off, shall we?” she said, as she pulled down his shorts and boxers, careful not to knock into his ankle.
She pushed against his chest until he lay back against his pillows. “Good.”
She cupped him completely until he hardened in her hand. Then she stroked him until his body shook. “Please,” he moaned.
“Please what?”
“Need to come.”
“Where?” She picked up the pace.
“Oh, Gods….your mouth.”
“That can be arranged, I think.” She lowered her head. “You could use a bath later,” she said.
“Only if you join me.”
She hmmed. “That does seem the most expedient way to bathe you,” she said. “I mean, you’ll just get me wet anyway.”
“Gods, I love the way your mind works,” he said.
Me too. She slowly wrapped her lips around him, listening to his groans and sighs.
“Such a tease,” he said.
I know. But she’d tortured the poor man enough, so she engulfed him.
That was all it took. He came with a shout - her name rather than the Gods. She swallowed and sat up as he caught his breath. “Sorry,” he said, “Couldn’t last.”
“I think you lasted a long time. Considering.”
He collapsed against his pillow and she snuggled into his side. “Good?” she asked.
“Mmmhmm.” His voice heavy with impending sleep.
Typical man. She smiled as he draped his arm around her.
“Love you,” he said into her hair.
It may have been her first time hearing him say those words, but she could tell it wasn’t his first time saying them. He’d been far too natural, at ease. Like he’d been saying it for years. “Mmm. Me too,” she said, and it wasn’t as scary as she’d always feared.
He held her tighter. “I’m not going anywhere, babe,” he said.
How did he always know what to say? Or do?
“Besides,” he said, “You owe me a bath.”
/////////////////////////////////////////////
When Jenny heard the chime, she looked up from the espresso machine she was wiping. It was her favorite customers, Sam Anders and Secretary Roslin. She checked her watch. Back on schedule. Only today they were holding hands and smiling.
They approached the counter. Sam spoke, “Good morning. We’ll have our usuals please.”
Jenny nodded. “Haven’t seen you two in a few days.” She moved to the ready-made regular coffee canisters and filled two mugs. “Coming right up.”
“This one wouldn’t let me out of the apartment,” Sam was saying.
Secretary Roslin smacked him, but she laughed. “He sprained his ankle. And it was the doctor’s orders.”
“Which Laura enforced,” Sam said.
Jenny handed them their mugs. “Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better, Sam.”
He dug into his pocket. “Oh, no, Mister. I’m paying today,” Secretary Rosin said.
“But you’re--” he started.
“--I’m going back today,” Roslin said. “And I’ll fire every last one of them and start over.”
Seacade. It’s been all over the vidscreen. Secretary Roslin had fallen on her sword, but it seemed like that was over. Good. Roslin would whip the whole government into shape. “If you ever run for president, I’ll vote for you, ma’am,” Jenny said.
Sam grinned. “That’s what I keep saying.”
Roslin smiled. “Thanks, Jenny, but I think I’m good where I am.”
Sam squeezed Roslin’s shoulder, and they took their coffees to their usual table. Jenny smiled as she watched them, and turned her attention back to the espresso machine. She kept half an eye on them as they talked, leaning into each other, smiling and flirting over their coffees. It was good to see them both so happy. They were good for each other.
Rating: M
Pairing: Laura/Sam
Word Count: 1050
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Summary: Finally! (lol)
A/N: Much thanks to lanalucy and laura_mayfair for the beta work and support.
First Chapter
“Too much?” she asked.
He shook his head. “It’s just...we’re finally together, and I have a bum leg.”
She stroked his cheek. “Then we’ll wait.”
He groaned.
She cupped him. “And I’ll take care of you now.”
His eyes flashed with awareness - and something else. He wouldn’t last long.
She reached for his hand. “Come on.”
He struggled to sit up.
“Can you make it?” She asked.
“If I lean on you, yeah.” He rolled his eyes. “Crutches kind of kill the mood.”
“But you will use them, right?”
“Yeah,” he said with little enthusiasm.
She helped him stand and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders for leverage. “Too much?” he asked.
She shook her head. Her mother had been dead weight at the end. This wasn’t nearly as bad.
They shuffled toward his room. “Just so you know, my bed’s not made,” he said.
She grinned. “Neither is mine.”
She opened the door. Aside from the sheets lying askew, it was a neat room. Spartan. One book lay on the bedside table. The only photo was of her. It was from just before she’d become Secretary of Education. “Didn’t know you had that,” she said, pointing at the picture.
“That was a good day,” he said. “And I love that skirt on you.”
He sat on the bed, then pulled her flush against him. He kissed her earlobe. “Love this look too.”
She was in Yoga pants and a faded t-shirt from a long ago teachers’ retreat. She hadn’t exactly planned on leaving the house that day. “Really?”
“Yeah. It says you’ll be sticking around for awhile.” He grinned. “I like that.”
“Me too,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.” She gently pushed against his chest. “Lie down, Mr. Anders.”
“Is that your teacher voice?” he asked after he’d complied.
She raised a brow. “Do you want it to be?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe another time. You know, when I can fully enjoy it.”
She ran her hand along his trunk and chest. He wasn’t a big guy - he wouldn’t be as agile if he were - but his abdominal muscles were impressive. She hadn’t thought of that as her thing, but it certainly was now. It was probably him. “Then let Dr. Roslin make you feel better.”
She lifted the hem of his shirt, and he helped her pull it off. She tweaked his nipple until he shuddered. “Your reflexes function normally, I see,” she said. “Good.”
She stroked down his chest to his stomach and slid her hand under his waistband. She cupped him through his boxers.
He groaned.
“Let’s get those off, shall we?” she said, as she pulled down his shorts and boxers, careful not to knock into his ankle.
She pushed against his chest until he lay back against his pillows. “Good.”
She cupped him completely until he hardened in her hand. Then she stroked him until his body shook. “Please,” he moaned.
“Please what?”
“Need to come.”
“Where?” She picked up the pace.
“Oh, Gods….your mouth.”
“That can be arranged, I think.” She lowered her head. “You could use a bath later,” she said.
“Only if you join me.”
She hmmed. “That does seem the most expedient way to bathe you,” she said. “I mean, you’ll just get me wet anyway.”
“Gods, I love the way your mind works,” he said.
Me too. She slowly wrapped her lips around him, listening to his groans and sighs.
“Such a tease,” he said.
I know. But she’d tortured the poor man enough, so she engulfed him.
That was all it took. He came with a shout - her name rather than the Gods. She swallowed and sat up as he caught his breath. “Sorry,” he said, “Couldn’t last.”
“I think you lasted a long time. Considering.”
He collapsed against his pillow and she snuggled into his side. “Good?” she asked.
“Mmmhmm.” His voice heavy with impending sleep.
Typical man. She smiled as he draped his arm around her.
“Love you,” he said into her hair.
It may have been her first time hearing him say those words, but she could tell it wasn’t his first time saying them. He’d been far too natural, at ease. Like he’d been saying it for years. “Mmm. Me too,” she said, and it wasn’t as scary as she’d always feared.
He held her tighter. “I’m not going anywhere, babe,” he said.
How did he always know what to say? Or do?
“Besides,” he said, “You owe me a bath.”
/////////////////////////////////////////////
When Jenny heard the chime, she looked up from the espresso machine she was wiping. It was her favorite customers, Sam Anders and Secretary Roslin. She checked her watch. Back on schedule. Only today they were holding hands and smiling.
They approached the counter. Sam spoke, “Good morning. We’ll have our usuals please.”
Jenny nodded. “Haven’t seen you two in a few days.” She moved to the ready-made regular coffee canisters and filled two mugs. “Coming right up.”
“This one wouldn’t let me out of the apartment,” Sam was saying.
Secretary Roslin smacked him, but she laughed. “He sprained his ankle. And it was the doctor’s orders.”
“Which Laura enforced,” Sam said.
Jenny handed them their mugs. “Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better, Sam.”
He dug into his pocket. “Oh, no, Mister. I’m paying today,” Secretary Rosin said.
“But you’re--” he started.
“--I’m going back today,” Roslin said. “And I’ll fire every last one of them and start over.”
Seacade. It’s been all over the vidscreen. Secretary Roslin had fallen on her sword, but it seemed like that was over. Good. Roslin would whip the whole government into shape. “If you ever run for president, I’ll vote for you, ma’am,” Jenny said.
Sam grinned. “That’s what I keep saying.”
Roslin smiled. “Thanks, Jenny, but I think I’m good where I am.”
Sam squeezed Roslin’s shoulder, and they took their coffees to their usual table. Jenny smiled as she watched them, and turned her attention back to the espresso machine. She kept half an eye on them as they talked, leaning into each other, smiling and flirting over their coffees. It was good to see them both so happy. They were good for each other.