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Sam: It's early eveningish, and Sam's picked up dinner on his way home (yay for the Turkey Place). He enters the apartment unceremoniously, laptop case slung over his shoulder, bag o' takeout in his free hand. "Hello?" he calls out hesitantly as he steps inside.
CJ: CJ ducks out of the bathroom after a minute or two, bathrobe tied around her waist as she towel dries her hair "Hey--" she smiles at him, then notices the bag and her smile broadens "You brought food--"
Sam: He grins, dropping the bags near the couch before walking up to her. "I did." He fingers the collar of her robe. "Clearly I'm either too early or too late," he teases.
CJ: CJ chuckles, twisting her towel around her hair and leaning in to kiss him, gently "I had yarn all over me," she admits.
Sam: "Kinky," he deadpans. "Sorry I missed /that/."
CJ: She grins, fingering his tie "Feed me first and then we'll talk," she says, pulling away a bit.
Sam: He laughs, stepping away to pick up the bag o' takeout. "What do you think -- here, or the dining room table?"
CJ: "You talking about dinner, or, you know, the other thing?" she teases, heading for the dining room.
Sam: "Funny," he says, rolling his eyes and following. "You want anything to drink--?"
CJ: "Bottle of water?" she asks, pulling food out of the bag and laying it out on the table.
Sam: He ducks into the kitchen and returns momentarily with a couple bottles of water. "How was your day?" he asks, setting them on the table.
CJ: She shrugs "I've had better, I've had worse--" She takes a bite of her sandwich "I, um. There's--" she frowns. "It wasn't bad."
Sam: He frowns, opening his bottle and taking a swig before responding. "Something happen?"
CJ: She shakes her head "No, it's-- I mean, Carol and I had lunch, and I got some done on the scarf I'm working on, but-- No. How was yours?"
Sam: He shrugs, taking a bite of his pad thai. "Pretty boring stuff. Paperwork finalizing the, um, thing--" he says, mouth full. He swallows. "I announce next Tuesday."
CJ: CJ nods "From out here, or are we going out there--?"
Sam: Another swig. "I hadn't decided yet. I wanted to check with you first."
CJ: "We should go out," she says, matter-of-factly. "You don't exactly look like you're representing the people of California if you're telling to choose you to represent then from 3,000 miles away--"
Sam: "Yeah, you're right. So we'll go." He smiles. "It'll be good to get away, I think."
CJ: She nods "It will," she smiles. "Really good, actually-- " And she takes a deep breath. "I have a favor to ask you--"
Sam: He returns the smile. "Sure. Anything."
CJ: CJ takes a deep breath and a swallow of water, almost stalling for time. "So, I--" she frowns. "I'm-- My accountant's out of town, and my credit card bill's due and-- can I maybe borrow some money?" This is all very fast, almost one word, really.
Sam: Blink. He smiles, thrown. "Borrow? It's-- You can /have/ it."
CJ: "I don't--" her frown deepens. "I don't /want/-- I just need to reorganize my portfolio a bit, I-- I usually have, you know, a paycheck--"
Sam: "It's yours," he says, still thrown. "Seriously, it's-- This isn't a thing."
CJ: "It's-- I'm not-- " she frowns. "I hate asking," she finally whispers. "I-- I don't want it /given/ to me, I want-- I just want to pay my fucking American Express bill and be able to put gas in my car--"
Sam: "Then take it and put it back. It's not a thing," he insists, taking a punctuative sip of water.
CJ: "Okay," she says, quietly, taking a sip of water "I-- I'll have it figured out next month, you know?"
Sam: "Whatever's fine," he says with a shrug. "I'm serious."
CJ: "Thank you," she says, smiling a bit. "It's-- I don't like asking."
Sam: "I know you don't," he says, finishing off the last of his pad thai. "I just wish it wasn't a thing for you."
CJ: "I went from working eighty hours a week and making more in a year than my father made in four to, well, /this/--" she points out. "I don't like the idea of being taken care of, I'm taking some time off to get things together, I'm /not/ a housewife, you know?"
Sam: "Nobody said you were," he says, getting up and gathering up the trash. "It's-- if something came up, I'd hope you'd do the same for me."
CJ: "Of course," she says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "It's-- Of course."
Sam: "See? Not a thing." He smiles, heading off into the kitchen.
CJ: She follows him, leaning against the counter "Thank you," she says, softly. "It's-- Thanks."
Sam: "Sure," he says, disposing of the trash and washing his hands. Ah, awkward silence. "How's the knitting?"
CJ: "I sat down to watch a movie, and by the time it was over, I'd done, you know, a /lot/--" she grins. "I'm not sure how to go from what I'm doing to, you know, baby-sized things, but my confidence level is, uh, a lot higher than it was--" she grins.
Sam: "Good," he says, returning the grin. "That's-- Great, actually. Can I see what you've done so far?"
CJ: She shakes her head "No," she says, matter-of-factly. "Not yet."
Sam: Well. He leans back against the opposite counter, hands in his pockets. "Okay," he says, vaguely amused.
CJ: She smirks at him "It's not all that impressive, anyway, it's-- No, not yet--" she grins, taking a step towards him.
Sam: "I think you're holding out on me," he teases, looking down at her bare feet.
CJ: "Never," she whispers, taking another step.
Sam: "/Right/." Because yes, the bare feet are attached to bare legs, and, well... not staring is out of the question.
CJ: "You okay there, Sam?" she asks, closing the gap between them and following his eyes.
Sam: "What?" He looks up, guilty as sin. He grins. "Yeah. Great. Fantastic."
CJ: "You sure?" she asks, readjusting the tie of her robe. "Are you /absolutely/ sure?"
Sam: "Positive," he murmurs, grin widening. "Absolutely no question."
CJ: "So there's nothing I can do to make you... better?" she asks, sliding her arms around his waist.
Sam: "I'm open to suggestions," he teases, leaning in to kiss her.
CJ: She grins into the kiss, pushing him back against the counter "You've wanted me since you walked in the door, haven't you?" she whispers, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth.
Sam: "Guilty as charged," he confesses, tugging lightly on the tie of her robe as he kisses her again, this time much deeper.
CJ: "You should have said something--" she hisses, tugging at his tie and letting her robe fall away. "Saved me that awkward dinner conversation--"
Sam: "Mmmm," he agrees, giving her a none-too-subtle once-over before nibbling along her shoulder.
CJ: "I don't get it," she whispers, beginning to work on his buttons. "I'm not complaining, I just-- I don't /get it/--"
Sam: "Get what?" he mumbles against her skin, hands sliding lazily down her back.
CJ: "Why--" she whispers. "I don't get /why/--"
Sam: He pulls away, abruptly. "What do you mean?"
CJ: "I didn't mean /stop/--" she objects, wrapping her arms around herself, suddenly modest. "I meant-- I'm still getting used to this body, and I-- I didn't mean stop."
Sam: "I still don't understand what you meant, though," he says, reaching up to trace one of her shoulderblades.
CJ: "Everyone seems to think it's somehow appropriate to comment, when they see me eat, that I'm going to get fat. It's-- It's nothing /new/, Sam, it's the same-- It's going to be like this for a while, I'm not /used/ to the weight, or the breasts, or-- And it's really, really cruel to get a woman all worked up and then just stop and make her talk--" She resumes unbuttoning.
Sam: "/I/ didn't say anything," he points out, returning to his previous task, hands pulling her closer.
CJ: "And I would have trailed off and just started babbling about your fingers--" she mumbles, pushing his shirt off his shoulders.
Sam: "Which you still can do, by the way," he teases, letting the shirt fall to the floor.
CJ: "You've got to give me something to babble about--" she teases, leaning in to nibble along his jaw.
Sam: Never the one to not take a hint, his hands go wandering anywhere and everywhere. "Whatever," he mumbles.
CJ: "That's more like it," she teases, going to work on his fly "We doing this here--?"
Sam: "Up to you," he says, glancing at the floor, and then the counter. Hrm. Cold.
CJ: "Don't care--" she replies, shoving his pants and boxers over his hips.
Sam: "That answers that," he murmurs, finishing the job for her.
CJ: CJ pulls him in for a kiss "Want to know a secret?" she whispers.
Sam: "Love to," he whispers back, smiling.
CJ: "I wanted you to want me--" she admits, softly. "I came damn close to stopping by your office on my way home, but I didn't know if I'd scandalize Jesse--"
Sam: He laughs. "You kidding? Jesse'd give up his parking stipend for a show like that."
CJ: "Which was what ultimately kept me from showing up," she teases, glancing at the counter "But it took /effort/--"
Sam: "Did it, now?" His gaze follows hers.
CJ: "If you'd been later, I would have gotten started without you," she says, matter-of-factly. "But I didn't want you to think I didn't appreciate dinner-- It feels somehow incredibly selfish, jumping you the second you walk in the door--"
Sam: "I wouldn't have thought any less of you," he teases, grinning.
CJ: "Now I know--" she teases, leaning forward over the counter and glancing over her shoulder at him "I love you--" she whispers.
Sam: Something in him surfaces unexpectedly, and he swallows hard. "I love /you/," he whispers, hoarsely.
CJ: "Sam--" she whispers, eyes welling up "Please--" She grins at him "And ignore the tears, they're the good kind--"
Sam: He smiles despite himself, eyes wet and red. "Yeah," he whispers. "I know."
CJ: She smiles at him, brushing her tears away "Usually I don't cry until /after/, and only if it's absolutely mindblowing--" she laughs.
Sam: He laughs, too. "/That's/ a relief."
CJ: "Also an invitation," she points out, arching an eyebrow at him.
Sam: "I see," he whispers, wrapping his arms around her waist.
CJ: "And rapidly becoming a plea--" she says, shooting him a pointed look, one hand reaching down to stroke herself lightly, which sends a shiver through her. "Please, Sam--"
Sam: He nudges away her hand, going to work with his own. "Ssshhhh," he whispers in her ear. "I'm not /that/ dense."
CJ: Her eyes flutter closed as she mumbles encouragement. She comes quickly, and it seems to take her by surprise as her first words after she can form words at all are "I didn't realize I was that close--"
Sam: He kisses her shoulder, smiling. "I think I probably could have guessed."
CJ: She laughs, reaching for his hand and sliding her fingers through it "That scares me, a little--" she admits. "Knowing that you know me that well--" Pause. "I like it."
Sam: "I do, too," he admits, giving her hand a squeeze.
CJ: "God--" she laughs, squeezing back. "I love this, I love you, I--" She grins at him "I love your fingers."
Sam: "See? Now the rambling is justified." Big, goofy grin.
CJ: She laughs, squeezing his hand again before shooting him a look of absolute innocence "God, I feel like I've been really selfish tonight--"
Sam: He shrugs it off. "I'm having a good time. That's all that matters, really."
CJ: "Still--" she says, straightening up and turning to face him "I like to think that I can give as good as I get--"
Sam: "Oh, you do. Very much so." Again with the goofy grin.
CJ: "You sure?" she whispers, wrapping a hand around him and beginning to stroke "Absolutely sure?"
Sam: "Mmmmm," he replies, nodding, eyes closing as he gropes blindly behind him for the counter.
CJ: "Positively sure?" she teases, dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth.
Sam: "God-- yes," he sputters, sinking back against the counter.
CJ: She pulls back a moment to grin up at him "Good," she smirks before going back to her pervious task.
Sam: His eyes close. "Ceej--" he squeaks, so very close.
CJ: She nods, pulling away and planting a soft kiss against his abdomen "I changed my mind," she whispers. "I'm done being generous--"
Sam: He gapes at her, half stunned, half-- well... "So what now?"
CJ: She leans forward over the counter, shooting him a look to judge height "This work for you?" she asks.
Sam: He smiles, a little surprised by the suggestion, but game anyway. "Certainly."
CJ: "'Kay," she smiles, shifting a bit to get a little more comfortable "I was reading-- we're supposed to be playing with positions, because soon--" She blushes. "You know?"
Sam: He nods. "Right. Yeah, it's--" Smile. "It's great."
CJ: "Okay--" she says, shooting him a grin. "Or are you going to make me beg again--?"
Sam: "Never," he whispers, and off they go.