ConsequencesA Chapter by TKBickel
Sam knew he was in for it. It was a short trip back and Samantha didn’t say one word to him. He was really hoping to beat Mick back. If she could win their little bet it could lighten the mood she’s in. Sam unlocked the door and was greeted with a victory smiling Mick on the other side. Sam closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. So much for that thought.
Damn it! Samantha skimmed passed Sam and lifted his wallet. Sitting her case down on the bed, she opened the wallet, slipped a twenty out and strolled up to Mick.
Mick’s confident victorious smile vanished as she flipped the twenty on her pink fingertips, shadowed by the hell-is-a-woman’s-scorn look. Oh hell, what happen now?
“Congratulations, how about you go get started and we’ll be down in a little bit. If you go up the street two blocks on our side, there is a fun bar. I have a couple of people for you to meet there later.”
Mick knew sometimes saying nothing is the best line of defense. So he took the twenty as he pasted by Samantha and peered at Sam with the what-the-hell-happened look.
Sam cautiously whispered, “I messed up bad this time,” as Mick passed by.
Mick closed the door just as a thunk sound came from the other side. That sounded like a shoe.
Sam dodged the second shoe that flew across the room and nailed the same spot as its mate. She knew she didn’t have a chance of hitting him but it sure felt good throwing something at him. Standing with her hands planted on her hips, she didn’t say a word. Knitting her brows together, the squinty look shot out. I am not going to yell at him. I have control of myself not like someone…over there…looking at me…so God damn pathetic. Damn it! Samantha motion for Sam to come over to her with a point of a finger down to the space in front of her. Slowly he dragged his feet, like a guilty little boy caught red handed, sagging his head to avoid eye contact.
Placing both palms on his chest, she shoved him back on the couch. Falling back, he kept his head down, not wanting to see her disappointment. Hiking up her skirt, she straddled his legs over his lap. Roughly she grabbed the fringe of hair out of his face and yanked his head back, demanding his full attention. Hovering over, she didn’t allow him any wiggle room. She needed for him to see how angry and upset she was.
Being conscious of the volume of her voice, the verbal beating began. “Samuel Simon what the hell came over your? Were you possessed? Did I miss the I’m-a-Neanderthal apparition floating around the room, then dropping into you and take over?” His hair fell from her fingers as she slapped her hands on both sides of his face and held tight.
His cheeks stung. Maybe I would feel better about myself if she just beat the crap out of me.
“That hurt me at so many levels.” Her anger turned into sadness. She waited for a reply while searching his sad blue eyes. His sadness was unbearable and if it was anything else, she would have given in and just dropped it. But she couldn’t. His actions were to strong and down right cruel. That was not Sam. This had to be dealt with. “Samuel this is the spot where you explain yourself.” She let go of his face and sat back on his lap.
“Well, I guess you could say I was possessed.”
She crossed her arms and stayed in his face. “Really…go on.”
Struggling to keep his eye contact, Sam was really ashamed with how he treated her. “I’ve been struggling with this…jealousy issue lately.”
She wasn’t expecting that. Samantha flipped the rolodex of memories for the last few months and couldn’t find a reason to put doubt in her intentions towards him.
“All I could think of was him touching you.” His hand crested the side of her soft tensed cheek and remained there. “Touching you not just physically but emotional too…I flipped my wig.” The tension in her face and body melted away at his touch. As usual, she couldn’t be mad at him for long. “He could give you so much more than what I can.” Sam’s hand fell away and rubbed over the bump of the box in his pocket.
“God Sam, he has nothing I want…and you have everything I do.” She took possession of his face again and tenderly kissed him. Their energy rolled in slow steady circles between them. Breaking the kiss, she removed her hands and pressed her forehead to his. “I thought we have covered this before, but I might not have made it clear. So…I will get to the point because I don’t want to talk about this ever again.” She squirmed uncomfortably. “You are the only one I have ever let touch me…If you need to hear about the inhuman side of it…Well you know how hard it is for me to talk about but I will if it helps you.”
Sam pushed her back to look at her. “God Sammie please stop. There’s no need for that…It’s all me…Since this change in us…I get swept up in emotions and loose typical commonsense thinking. It becomes what I want and there’s no stopping it at times…I don’t like it. I don’t like hurting you and I keep doing it.” Sam let his head fall back and stared at the blank white ceiling. “I know better and that makes me a bigger monster than Rayzon was.”
Samantha curled up into his chest and wanted to disappear. This was touching close on something she had been avoiding for years. She whispered. “Please Sam don’t say that. None of it is your fault. I’m the hideous monster in the room.”
Sam ensnared her with a tight hug. “No you’re not…Why would you say that?”
“Rayzon had changed me. I told you when I left how wild I was…It was all about what I wanted…What would have I became if it would have went on unchecked? Would I have become heartless and inhuman like Rayzon? Am I inhuman now…A spook? Have I become what we hunt and dragged you down with me?”
Now how did this get twisted from me getting a chewing out to her being mankind’s number one enemy? “Samantha you are caring, considerate, passionate and loving. You have always possessed a beautiful human soul and still do.”
Sitting back up, she couldn’t hide her desperation. “Be honest, how do you feel about the changes? The heighten senses…the speed…strange insight predictions…and glowing eyes…the connection thing with me?
“Well, it sure gives us an advantage in the fight. You won’t hear me complain about that.” Pausing, he rolled the thought of their unique connection. “The ability to be at one with you,” he glided his thumb along her cheekbone and wrapped the essences of his energy around her like a blanket, “is such a gift you have given me.” His finger slid down the side of her neck to the silver chain. Her body shuttered involuntarily at his touch. He could feel her skin heat up and energy spike while tracing along the chain down her chest to the locket. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
Samantha melted inside to his touch and lost focus on what they were talking about. Closing her eyes, she let Sam’s essences evade her. She was still highly receipted to him since their last romp was…unfinished. A low needy moan rattled deep in her as an intense ache flared again.
The way she responded to his touch excited him. Knowing his touch was the only touch that could cause such a reaction, heighten the adrenalin rush. Nothing in his life was ever this good.
She rocked her hips into him as he leaned in to kiss the small indention at the base of her neck. “Now if I can just keep from hurting you…Everything would be perfect.” Inching his way up her neck, he grabbed on to her hips for a harder grind. The friction was about to drive him insane through his thin pants.
His plea was windy and desperate. “Sammie…please let your hair down.” Yanking a couple hairpins, the hair fell down like a waterfall. Stroking his fingers through the long silky blanket, he couldn’t help the little possessive growl. “There’s my warrior princess.” Fisting a knot full of hair with both hands, he gently tugged to arch her back. Reversing, Sam snaked his tongue down her neck in a tingly trail to the exposed soft white waiting cleavage, heaving with her escalated breathing. A hand skimmed down her back to unzip the skirt as the tongue traced the top of her black lace bra.
Their energy rolled and grew as intense as the desire pulsing through them. She couldn’t help but growl right back. “Samuel Simon don’t you dare stop.” Sam’s fingers worked quickly on the few little buttons on the pink shirt as she latched on the back of the couch to anchor the next mind numbing grind.
Yanking the last button free, the desperate hands snatched up the pale mounds supported and cradled with the delicate black lace. “I’m sorry I messed up the surprise…I really do like it.”
He was primed to rip off every stitch on both of them just as the back of Samantha’s mind pushed forward through the lusting fog. It reminded her why Sam made the comment. Her hands slammed down hard on his chest as she rebound off. Doing a backward roll off his lap she landed on her feet and snapped her head up like some kind of gymnasts. She looked every part of a warrior princess. The barely covered skin, careless wild hair and intense desire behind those vibrant green eyes. All that was missing was the kill at her feet. Sam was geared up to go right after her when she raised both hands up. Her eyes flashed as she snapped, “Stop,” at him.
Sam froze. Was there a dangerous threat he was missing? “What is it?” His scanned the room as he let all the senses reach out. Completing the scanning search, he came back to Samantha deep breathing with her eyes closed. “Sammie?” Her eyes popped open showing control and irritation. “What’s the problem?”
Arms crossed her under the exposed black lace bra. “The problem is we lost focus, again, to the discussion we were having.”
He rocked her with the trademark grin. “I thought we were well focus and in tune just a minute ago.”
She stopped her bare foot. “Sam! There are consequences for all actions we do. You will pay a penalty for your actions Samuel.” Drawing her legs together, she let the skirt slip to the floor. With a flick of the foot, the skirt flew at Sam. He snatched it out of the air as she took one step forward, yanked the pink top off and threw it at him. “You get none of this,” as she did a wave down the length of her barely covered body.
Sam leaned forward to latch onto her hip and reel her in. He managed to squeeze out, “Sammie,” before her eyes flared followed with a flash of movement.
She slapped his hand and shoved an energy wall at him, driving him back into the couch. “You don’t get to touch! You can look all you want,” waving a no finger, “but there will be no touching. Maybe this will help you remember what happen so it will never happen again.”
He grasped the pillow off the couch and buried his face in it to muffle the physical and mental frustration scream. Removing the pillow, he watched her walk away from him in skin and lace. Damn it! He tried not to sound so desperate but failed. “Sammie girl, what can I say or do to make you see how badly I regret my actions?”
Ignoring him, she dug in her suitcase for some jeans and a shirt. Moving steady but slow, she was in no hurry to get dressed just yet.
As he inhaled the enticing fragrance off her shirt, Sam ticked off some scenarios in how he could sway her forgiveness. Sliding off the couch, he removed his coat and started to crawl on his hands and knees towards her. “Sammie girl,” purred out of him.
Hesitating, she glanced back over her shoulder to fine him crawling like some kind of prowling lion towards her. A giggle slipped but she hurriedly plastered a serious look back on and turned to him. Tipping her head to the side, she crossed her arms again. “What Sam boy?”
He slowly closed in. “Please forgive this low life of a flawed human being. It is hard to live in the shadow of the beautiful Goddess that you are.”
There was a tug at the corner of her mouth as her eyebrow twitched. She fought the smile trying to break free. “How many girls did you get with a line like that?”
Sam was at her feet. Sitting back on his heels, trying his damnest to look like an angel and smiled. “You are the only woman I want.” The angelic smile didn’t hold. A devilish one took its place. “I need. If you would let me touch you…I would kiss those beautiful pink painted toes to prove it.”
She bit on her bottom lip to control the grin determined to break free. So you want to play. Picking up her foot, she placed it on Sam’s chest and shoved. He let his body fall back. Lying sprawled across the floor, he watched her. “That is a tempting offer…but alas, you have angered the Goddess…Now you have to wait until the anger runs its course.” She reached back and swiped the jeans off the bed. “Be comforted to know that the Goddess doesn’t normally stay mad at her subjects for long. Do take heed though to this advice…Steer clear or you might be victim of the wrath of the Goddess.”
Turning away from him, she whipped the jeans out. Taking her sweet time bending over, she let him have a good view, slowly slipping one leg in then the other. Standing up, she slid the faded jeans up and shimmied her lace covered butt in them. Checking over her shoulder, she found him still on the floor hungrily staring at her.
She was making him down right burning hot. He understood what she meant with how her fire burned for him and only him. He felt the same. But the teasing was killing him. “Woman, that’s down right cold.”
Strolling over to him, she hovered above. “You told me once not to put limitation on myself.” A hand took root to her hip as she slapped him with the squinty look. “Today you are the cause of them. I don’t like it one bit Samuel. Now get your a*s up and change so we can join Mick…I’m sure he’s ready to rub his win in my face.”
Sam jumped up and bowed. “Your wish is my command.”
The eyebrow climbed and the pointy finger came back out. “I will remember that.”
© 2012 TKBickel
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