Boarding NowA Chapter by TKBickel
Sam and Samantha sat in the line of black plastic chairs at the airport terminal, waiting to load on the plane. They were busy whispering to each other while keeping an eye on Mick. He sat across from them with arms crossed and one crinkled, squinty, pissed off look. He hadn’t said a peep to them after certain morning activities.
Samantha rested her head on Sam’s shoulder. “How long do you think he’ll keep this up?”
“Hard telling…Once I put a six inch scratch on Baby and, besides the slap up the back of my head, he held out for a week… I think the combination of me fixing Baby to perfection and the hot date on that Friday night, finally loosen up those steel jaws. Since it’s his body and not Baby, it might go half the time.”
“Boy I hope his face doesn’t freeze that way. Maybe you should try the ‘plane falling out of the sky’ line.” They peeked sideways at each other. “It sure worked on me.”
They couldn’t help but smirk at each other. “I think if I told you the sky was falling, it would have worked.”
She shifted around in her seat to face him. “If you would have twitched your pinky toe…It would have worked hook, line and sinker.”
“I think it was more you that hooked me.”
They inched closer to each other. “If we keep talking like this…We are going to be pissing Mick off again.” Samantha couldn’t help herself. All she could do was think of the touch of his hot skin on hers. Trying to whisper low enough so Mick couldn’t hear them, “I just can’t get enough of you.”
Sam could feel the heat of her breath fan across his skin as they drew closer yet. “Likewise…I’m guessing we’re trying to make up for the last five years.”
“You should have stepped up to bat sooner. Things might have been different.” She could see that hurt him.
“You weren’t ready for me. Your wants was focus in a different direction.”
She didn’t mean to hurt him. “Maybe I needed you to show me what I truly wanted…Like you did.” Her mind played the 3-D, HD, full digital color of those first kisses. She was ready to jump in and have a replay right then and there. The expression on Sam’s face looked like he was thinking the same thing.
There was a little tap on her knee. For a brief second, shock washed through her that something was near her, touch her and she didn’t sense it. Sam was way too much of a distraction. She disregarded the world around her so easily when she was with him. That was down right dangerous. She was breaking the number one cardinal hunter rule. Thank God Mick had his eyes on them.
Samantha shifted her tensed attention to the source and found a cute little girl with curly blond hair, big blue eyes and a worried look on her face. Relaxing, she gave the little girl a warm smile. “Hi there, are you lost?”
The little girl shook her ringlets and pointed to a lady a couple seats down. She spoke in such a tiny voice. “That’s my mommy.”
Samantha waved at the lady and mouthed a, “Hi.” Obviously the little girl was blessed with her mother’s hair. Mommy had long blond hair and the mothering comfort smile. “If my daughter is bothering you just scoot her back to my direction.”
“She’s no bother.” The little girl resumed tapping her leg. “Mommy and daddy says I’m not to talk to strangers but that man is not looking nice at you. You should call the police. He might be a bad man. Mommy has a phone if you need one.”
Samantha laughed as her smile spread ear to ear. “Well lets become friends so you won’t get in trouble. My name is Samantha and this is Sam.”
Sam gave her a smile and a, “Hi.”
She piped excitedly. “I’m Rachel and that’s Mommy.”
She is so sweet! “Nice to meet you Rachel.” She patted the top of Rachel’s hand resting on her knee. “Do not worry about that grumpy looking man over there. We know him and he’s rather nice.”
Rachel had a serious look again. “Are your sure?”
Sam enjoyed watching Samantha interact with little Rachel. She would have been a great mom. Unexpectedly the thought hit him that those children could have possibly been his. The thought made him…perplexed. Briefly, Sam was lost in thought and drifted back to Samantha giggling. Little Rachel slowly closed in on Mick.
Samantha left an illusion as relax and light hearted but Sam knew the truth. She was jonesing for a fight. Her choice of outfit was a give-a-way that she was still pissed. Kick a*s Gothic tomboy was the pick for today. Black slim fitting cargo pants, would be hiding weapons if they weren’t in the airport, was tucked into a pair of black laced up, kick your a*s, paratrooper boot. A choice for top was a well fitted white tee so nothing loose could be grabbed in a fight. Finally the loosely called jewelry, one leather cuff and one dog collar looking choker, both covered with silver pointy spikes. These worked great wrapped around the knuckles in a fight. They would rip the flesh off anything. He was rather surprised she made it through security.
The outfit wasn’t complete yet. In plain sight, if you knew what to look for, was back up weapons. Two sharp silver hair combs shined in her dark hair at the top of two French braids trailing down the sides of her head into one big thick braid in the back. He knew those were her moms. Part of the silver chain, of the locket, peeked out at him from under the white t-shirt.
He had a tremendous amount of respect for her. She was a hell of a fighter at many levels. For what life has thrown at her, she had to be. But she still needed to learn that she didn’t need to take on the world by herself anymore. “Please tell me you didn’t just send a lamb into the lions den.”
“Watch and listen. It probably wouldn’t hurt to look pitiful.”
They watched and listen in on little Rachel. She tapped his knee. “Hello.”
Mick’s crinkled face softened. What are those two up to now? “Hello?”
“They wanted me to tell you…They are really, really sorry to make you unhappy.”
An eyebrow rose an inch on his face. “They did?”
“Yes.” She pulled at his jacket. Mick leaned over to hear what little Rachel had to say next. “This is my first time on a plane. Daddy told me there’s nothing to be scared about…You don’t need to be scared.”
Mick’s other eyebrow rose to meet its partner. “Well thank you for telling me that. I feel a lot better.”
The announcement came over that their section was boarding. The mother sang out Rachel’s name and she scampered off.
Mick joined behind Sam and Samantha in line. He shot a whisper to her. “Sammie girl, you do not play fair.”
All wide eye and innocent she glanced back. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” and slipped into an angelic smile.
“Ok playtime is over. Give the lady your ticket and get your butt on the plane.”
© 2012 TKBickel
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