Tourist

Time flies when you’re having fun and the next day was a blur. Mick spent the day with Shannon and Goggons played tour guide for the lovebirds.

After dropping by the museum to picking up her beloved Johnny with Bonnie and Clyde, Goggons carted them to interesting historical sites and castles. At the end of the day, Goggons came to the conclusion that Samantha was a complicated person on the surface but pure hell cat underneath, supporting a heart and soul of gold. There was an old soul in her. He also came to the conclusion that Sam is an honorable man with same sense of an old soul too. Sam’s world was no doubt Samantha through and through. They intensely watched over each other, moving and acting in a way he had only seen with Hunter units holding a lot of actions under their belt over a lengthy period of time. It had to be the old soul thing. Castella had told him once he has an old soul. She was the one that suggested and supported him to be the leader of the hunters for their homeland. Goggons couldn’t wait for them to meet her tomorrow.

Kirby and Yankkers met up with them at the local pub for a few rounds. Samantha lighten Kirby’s wallet and bruised his ego over a few rounds of darts. This was an open opportunity for Sam and Goggons to discuss why they broke from the other hunter branches. The Elders here could see the change within the network. The technology was bringing distance and separation. This caused corruption and rather immoral thinking in some of their people. It was voted to keep the old ways but they didn’t turn their backs totally from today’s technology. A finger was kept on the pulse of the world or the world would have left them behind.

Sam totally understood. Just recently he and Mick discussed some of the disturbing discoveries they’ve ran a cross.

The night had become long and pushed into the early morning. Samantha had practically brought Kirby to tears finally ruining his rep as darts champ. He refused to play her anymore. Mick had called in to say he would be back in the morning. Goggons made plans with them for an eleven o’clock pick up and carted the devastated Kirby and Yankkers home.

Samantha draped on the jukebox while Sam finished his drink and chatted with Joel. She found what she was looking for and pushed a couple numbers. A slow beat of Stevie Ray Vaughn hit the air and Sam knew what mood she was in.

Downing the last of his pint, he pivoted around to find her inching towards him with a come hither wave and killer grin. Oh God, I’m in for it now.

“Can you believe it? The blues here in Ireland…Time for you to learn a new dance.”

Slipping off the stool, he erased the space between them. She peaked up to him hovering over her but he didn’t touch her. “So what’s this one called?”

“Don’t worry about the name, just follow my lead…It’s really simple. Put your hands here.” Placing his hands on her lower back, she leaned into him.

“Ok, I like so far,” with a smirk.

“Let your hips follow mine.” She swung an arm around his neck as their hips rocked side to side with the slow rhythm of the bluesy music. “Now add a little bounce on the toes…double time.” There was more enthusiasm to her bounce than his, creating friction. Between the friction and the hip movement, Sam was becoming…agitated. He couldn’t help but dip in and drink deep of her essences. Samantha stopped moving and closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure of his pull.

Relaxing her muscles, she let her body fall with an arch into Sam’s hands. Slowly, she rolled up one vertebrate at a time to a low growling Sam. “I want to know who you have been dancing with…like this.” He vibrated through out her body, causing a catch in her breath.

Opening her eyes, she found an intense Sam eating her up with his gaze. Slipping back into her devious grin, she did a quick spin in his hands. Placing her hands on his to keep them on her hips, his long fingers curved around the front of her flat stomach. Leaning back into him, she rotated their hips in a full slow circle. Lifting an arm above her, she placed it around his neck and did a second rotation. The second arm joined the first and third hip rotation played out.

Sam was about to vibrate out of his skin and came to the conclusion, To hell with Mick! At the end of the pleasure torture third rotation, Sam slid his hand across her stomach and hooked a thumb in her belt loop. With a quick tug, he spun her around and slapped both hands down on her butt to bring her snuggly into him.

With a stinging butt, she peered up to him with a surprised arch of her eyebrow over his voluntary actions and the little push on the side of her hip. Both of them were breathing rather hot and heavy as he closed in possessively for a heated whisper. “I believe you just frustrated half the men in this little pub.”

She huffed back. “What about the other half?”

“Thanks to you…their dead.”

Licking her lips, she bit down on the bottom one. “What about you?”

Intently watching the tongue action, a burning need pulled to bit that lip too. A very devious, no bars holding back, Simon killer grin came out and melted her bones. “Lucky for me, I plan to get full satisfaction.” Sam let the Neanderthal in him out and literally swept Samantha off her feet to over his shoulder. Turning for the door he nodded at Joel. “See ya,” as he dug for the phone for a courtesy text to Mick.

Joel laughed. “Good luck!” and tacked on, “your going to need it,” under his breath.

Samantha recovered from the shock with a, “Bye Joel,” and a round of giggles when Sam hit the door.

Reviews

[Just Me]

I like how everyone is socializing again just like in new York. I love the whole darts thing with the details and everything. I found nothing wrong with the length.

[.quan.011.]

I really don't care the length, you put a lot detail, and plot development into this chapter. I loved every words. You really describe Samantha beingboth a tom boy and girly girl. Great job and great chapter.

[Shep]

Here we go. And yes I have a silly grin on my face. Awsome chapter, but I found it kind of short. Moving on to the next chapter.