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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Jul 20, 2019 15:54:17 GMT -6
Watching the Doctor leave, Michael knew by the look on Samantha's face that the Doctor uncovered a side of him that even he wasn't content to show. Taking a seat on the carpet, somehow he knew this was coming especially after everything they've been through and now he had fallen apart. Damn shrink was digging up shit that he had buried even his time during the war. Resting his back against the couch, Michael whispered as he worked on fixing his bandage; "I should've kept cool but...I just don't know about this place. I've been here longer than you," pausing only for a few seconds, "feels like the planet is haunting me. Just wake up with that eerie feeling that that something is wrong." It was difficult to remain strong and composed when she could see the pain and anxiousness on his face, knowing what was ahead of them would only make it that much harder. Sam had resigned herself to the fact that it was likely she would never truly know everything about Michael. She had never expected him not to carry scars and burdens from past deeds. They both did, there were things that haunted her with each passing day. Leaving him behind all those years ago hurt more than he'd ever know. Too many close calls with death pulled a small piece her apart each time. "I'm sorry. I assumed they would send Doctor Bishop, not..." Sighing, she walked over to crouch and sit on the floor beside him. If she had known the base was sending someone to pick through his brain, she might not have called at all. It had happened so fast, a quick change from how their morning started. Kobol was supposed to be a fresh start, it had its own fair share of problems, but none that should have involved their pasts. "There is nothing here to haunt you. Terra is gone," she began, voice calm and soft, "I have stayed this long because I love you, and I assumed you felt the same. But you have to start forgiving yourself for whatever happened before. If leaving Kobol is the best option, we have to consider it."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 20, 2019 18:42:49 GMT -6
Watching the Doctor leave, Michael knew by the look on Samantha's face that the Doctor uncovered a side of him that even he wasn't content to show. Taking a seat on the carpet, somehow he knew this was coming especially after everything they've been through and now he had fallen apart. Damn shrink was digging up shit that he had buried even his time during the war. Resting his back against the couch, Michael whispered as he worked on fixing his bandage; "I should've kept cool but...I just don't know about this place. I've been here longer than you," pausing only for a few seconds, "feels like the planet is haunting me. Just wake up with that eerie feeling that that something is wrong." It was difficult to remain strong and composed when she could see the pain and anxiousness on his face, knowing what was ahead of them would only make it that much harder. Sam had resigned herself to the fact that it was likely she would never truly know everything about Michael. She had never expected him not to carry scars and burdens from past deeds. They both did, there were things that haunted her with each passing day. Leaving him behind all those years ago hurt more than he'd ever know. Too many close calls with death pulled a small piece her apart each time. "I'm sorry. I assumed they would send Doctor Bishop, not..." Sighing, she walked over to crouch and sit on the floor beside him. If she had known the base was sending someone to pick through his brain, she might not have called at all. It had happened so fast, a quick change from how their morning started. Kobol was supposed to be a fresh start, it had its own fair share of problems, but none that should have involved their pasts. "There is nothing here to haunt you. Terra is gone," she began, voice calm and soft, "I have stayed this long because I love you, and I assumed you felt the same. But you have to start forgiving yourself for whatever happened before. If leaving Kobol is the best option, we have to consider it." Whispering to her, he still held himself responsible for a lot of shit and maybe she is right cause with Terra gone there was nothing else to tug at him; "You're right. I see ghosts that continously remind me of who I was not who I am," what he was is gone. He buried that side long ago, after meeting her, she shouldn't have to see that side of him and honestly neither should she. He's always been secretive of his past for a good reason...he never wants to see that as his beginning but more of a darker chapter. A chapter that he did anything to survive and should've done more than simply betray his friends and even his own values. Taking her hand, Michael knew she was already a bit fractured and before he left the ship she was hurting over Alpheus bullshit. Even now, he could tell that she was unsure about him much like she was earlier in bed. Thinking, there was nowhere else to go especially with no idea where the fleet was in this mess; "No, it's probably just the past trying to cling on and I promised you a fresh start. No more Bones and no more secrets from me," kissing her on the hand. His father had an old say, 'Move away from the past for it'll mean no future.' Getting up slowly, carefully not to put pressure on his bad hand as he stepped over Samantha and started into the kitchen. Pulling out a black latex glove for his hand, he proceeded to pull out two strip steaks and potatoes; "Maybe some food to lighten the mood."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 2, 2019 22:23:21 GMT -6
Whispering to her, he still held himself responsible for a lot of shit and maybe she is right cause with Terra gone there was nothing else to tug at him; "You're right. I see ghosts that continously remind me of who I was not who I am," what he was is gone. He buried that side long ago, after meeting her, she shouldn't have to see that side of him and honestly neither should she. He's always been secretive of his past for a good reason...he never wants to see that as his beginning but more of a darker chapter. A chapter that he did anything to survive and should've done more than simply betray his friends and even his own values. Taking her hand, Michael knew she was already a bit fractured and before he left the ship she was hurting over Alpheus bullshit. Even now, he could tell that she was unsure about him much like she was earlier in bed. Thinking, there was nowhere else to go especially with no idea where the fleet was in this mess; "No, it's probably just the past trying to cling on and I promised you a fresh start. No more Bones and no more secrets from me," kissing her on the hand. His father had an old say, 'Move away from the past for it'll mean no future.' Getting up slowly, carefully not to put pressure on his bad hand as he stepped over Samantha and started into the kitchen. Pulling out a black latex glove for his hand, he proceeded to pull out two strip steaks and potatoes; "Maybe some food to lighten the mood." Waiting for a moment, she watched as moved toward the kitchen, in the hopes of salvaging what remained of their day together. As much as they both wanted a new and better beginning, this was just the start. Nothing was ever that simple, and she knew well enough that there would be dark days to come, despite what they both likely hoped for. Moving away from the past was easier said than done, but it didn't mean that it wasn't worth it. And if leaving Kobol was what he would need, it would happen. They had fought to get back to each other more times than she could remember; Sam hoped it would be the last. Pushing up from the floor, she slowly followed him into the kitchen. Her stomach felt like an empty, bottomless pit and the thought of food only increased the feeling. "You should let me do that," she smirked, nodding to the food he had set out as she leaned against the counter beside him. "I know you're afraid of my cooking, but I swear, it's not going to grow legs and run away." She laughed softly, trying to push away what had happened earlier.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 2, 2019 23:17:08 GMT -6
Whispering to her, he still held himself responsible for a lot of shit and maybe she is right cause with Terra gone there was nothing else to tug at him; "You're right. I see ghosts that continously remind me of who I was not who I am," what he was is gone. He buried that side long ago, after meeting her, she shouldn't have to see that side of him and honestly neither should she. He's always been secretive of his past for a good reason...he never wants to see that as his beginning but more of a darker chapter. A chapter that he did anything to survive and should've done more than simply betray his friends and even his own values. Taking her hand, Michael knew she was already a bit fractured and before he left the ship she was hurting over Alpheus bullshit. Even now, he could tell that she was unsure about him much like she was earlier in bed. Thinking, there was nowhere else to go especially with no idea where the fleet was in this mess; "No, it's probably just the past trying to cling on and I promised you a fresh start. No more Bones and no more secrets from me," kissing her on the hand. His father had an old say, 'Move away from the past for it'll mean no future.' Getting up slowly, carefully not to put pressure on his bad hand as he stepped over Samantha and started into the kitchen. Pulling out a black latex glove for his hand, he proceeded to pull out two strip steaks and potatoes; "Maybe some food to lighten the mood." Waiting for a moment, she watched he as moved toward the kitchen, in the hopes of salvaging what remained of their day together. As much as they both wanted a new and better beginning, this was just the start. Nothing was ever that simple, and she knew well enough that there would be dark days to come, despite what they both likely hoped for. Moving away from the past was easier said than done, but it didn't mean that it wasn't worth it. And if leaving Kobol was what he would need, it would happen. They had fought to get back to each other more times than she could remember; Sam hoped it would be the last. Pushing up from the floor, she slowly followed him into the kitchen. Her stomach felt like an empty, bottomless pit and the thought of food only increased the feeling. "You should let me do that," she smirked, nodding to the food he had set out as she leaned against the counter beside him. "I know you're afraid of my cooking, but I swear, it's not going to grow legs and run away." She laughed softly, trying to push away what had happened earlier. The pain in his hand was limiting him but he was mainly using his hand to hold the potatoes still as he carefully peeled them. Sadly enough, he had no idea what he was doing since he really didn't have a plan. Maybe that was one aspect that was truly him; he had always had a plan from day one whether it was in combat or when it came to them. In his mind, he knew there was still more than that one memory and he figured if he could stay busy that maybe just maybe he could shield her. Stabbing the knife into the cutting board, he turned to her as he placed his gloved hand on her waist while he thought over it; "The meat might be safer in your hands, all puns set aside," kissing her shoulder. He had always teased her about her cooking but he also complimented her in the past, trying anything to not think about his hand; "I'll just focus on the potatoes and maybe keep from ruining the other hand."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 7, 2019 13:21:27 GMT -6
The pain in his hand was limiting him but he was mainly using his hand to hold the potatoes still as he carefully peeled them. Sadly enough, he had no idea what he was doing since he really didn't have a plan. Maybe that was one aspect that was truly him; he had always had a plan from day one whether it was in combat or when it came to them. In his mind, he knew there was still more than that one memory and he figured if he could stay busy that maybe just maybe he could shield her. Stabbing the knife into the cutting board, he turned to her as he placed his gloved hand on her waist while he thought over it; "The meat might be safer in your hands, all puns set aside," kissing her shoulder. He had always teased her about her cooking but he also complimented her in the past, trying anything to not think about his hand; "I'll just focus on the potatoes and maybe keep from ruining the other hand." "You're safe in my hands too, you know. For the most part." A low, light chuckled passed through her lips at his words before she leaned up to leave a soft, lingering kiss against his skin. Deep down, Sam knew there was much more to be said. In the years they had been together, she had grown to know him and know when there was something digging beneath the surface. He was stoic and disciplined, but when she looked at him now, all she could feel was guilt. It was hidden well enough, but through the cracks she could still see that he was lost. Nothing had ever been easy for them, but now that there was no war to fight on Terra, was this enough? Had she pulled him into a life that he no longer envisioned for himself? Moving over to the sink, she washed her hands and then moved to grab various spices and a pan to carefully sear the meat. Everything seemed so vastly different from their time together on Terra. Sure, they were younger then with less worry than they each carried now. But there were times that Sam felt herself wishing they could go back, before things started falling into place to try and pull them apart; her fear of losing him only grew with each passing day. "When you're ... feeling up to it, we should take advantage of the down time. There's a nice bike shop on the other side of the city," she smiled at the thought, recalling a beautiful, sharp looking bike that had reminded her of the one Michael had when he picked her up after her ship had broken down.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 7, 2019 17:04:04 GMT -6
The pain in his hand was limiting him but he was mainly using his hand to hold the potatoes still as he carefully peeled them. Sadly enough, he had no idea what he was doing since he really didn't have a plan. Maybe that was one aspect that was truly him; he had always had a plan from day one whether it was in combat or when it came to them. In his mind, he knew there was still more than that one memory and he figured if he could stay busy that maybe just maybe he could shield her. Stabbing the knife into the cutting board, he turned to her as he placed his gloved hand on her waist while he thought over it; "The meat might be safer in your hands, all puns set aside," kissing her shoulder. He had always teased her about her cooking but he also complimented her in the past, trying anything to not think about his hand; "I'll just focus on the potatoes and maybe keep from ruining the other hand." "You're safe in my hands too, you know. For the most part." A low, light chuckled passed through her lips at his words before she leaned up to leave a soft, lingering kiss against his skin. Deep down, Sam knew there was much more to be said. In the years they had been together, she had grown to know him and know when there was something digging beneath the surface. He was stoic and disciplined, but when she looked at him now, all she could feel was guilt. It was hidden well enough, but through the cracks she could still see that he was lost. Nothing had ever been easy for them, but now that there was no war to fight on Terra, was this enough? Had she pulled him into a life that he no longer envisioned for himself? Moving over to the sink, she washed her hands and then moved to grab various spices and a pan to carefully sear the meat. Everything seemed so vastly different from their time together on Terra. Sure, they were younger then with less worry than they each carried now. But there were times that Sam felt herself wishing they could go back, before things started falling into place to try and pull them apart; her fear of losing him only grew with each passing day. "When you're ... feeling up to it, we should take advantage of the down time. There's a nice bike shop on the other side of the city," she smiled at the thought, recalling a beautiful, sharp looking bike that had reminded her of the one Michael had when he picked her up after her ship had broken down. Michael was holding it together for her. They've always talked about having this kinda life where he was no longer in the crosshairs. He had been here 2 weeks longer than her, he had seen the worst of Kobol...maybe he was also home sick. With Bones gone, he could hear his mistakes even distant yells while Sam sear the meat but he didn't want to worry her again. All throughout their relationship she had been consistently worried about him. Preparing the potatoes into fries, he set out egg yokes and flour to prepare them in while listening to her. With the economy running, he knew his back pay was coming in and knew that would be perfect for them. Not like Terra where things were picked up for him but now he could do it. Setting the fries into the oil, Michael was always one to have a plan and now he needed to differ to her for once. While the fries cooked, placing his good hand onto her lower back before kissing her shoulder as he whispered; "I'm only going to ask one thing. I know things might get bad and probably not going to be myself sometimes but...I'm going to leave it up to you to make the decision to leave Kobol. I might fight with you about it but it won't be me. I love you but the last thing I want is to go through the worst of it here and worry about losing you." He knew he was asking for a lot but he also knew he had done a lot in his life that would haunt him and didn't want her to be a memory. Scooping out the fries, he kept his good hand on her waist till finally pulling away to move the pan aside. Preparing two plates, he pulled out a pair of beers as he set them down on the counter and changed the subject; "Apparently, traveling in Raptors tears up the roads so tomorrow Jack will be dropping off a civilian vehicle for us."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 12, 2019 23:27:20 GMT -6
Michael was holding it together for her. They've always talked about having this kinda life where he was no longer in the crosshairs. He had been here 2 weeks longer than her, he had seen the worst of Kobol...maybe he was also home sick. With Bones gone, he could hear his mistakes even distant yells while Sam sear the meat but he didn't want to worry her again. All throughout their relationship she had been consistently worried about him. Preparing the potatoes into fries, he set out egg yokes and flour to prepare them in while listening to her. With the economy running, he knew his back pay was coming in and knew that would be perfect for them. Not like Terra where things were picked up for him but now he could do it. Setting the fries into the oil, Michael was always one to have a plan and now he needed to differ to her for once. While the fries cooked, placing his good hand onto her lower back before kissing her shoulder as he whispered; "I'm only going to ask one thing. I know things might get bad and probably not going to be myself sometimes but...I'm going to leave it up to you to make the decision to leave Kobol. I might fight with you about it but it won't be me. I love you but the last thing I want is to go through the worst of it here and worry about losing you." He knew he was asking for a lot but he also knew he had done a lot in his life that would haunt him and didn't want her to be a memory. Scooping out the fries, he kept his good hand on her waist till finally pulling away to move the pan aside. Preparing two plates, he pulled out a pair of beers as he set them down on the counter and changed the subject; "Apparently, traveling in Raptors tears up the roads so tomorrow Jack will be dropping off a civilian vehicle for us." She couldn't help but grow quiet, eyes focused down at the food that cooked while her mind began to race. Sam could feel her heart breaking slowly at his words, knowing what happened today was just a small taste of what was to come, and how bad it was going to get. Deep down, she knew that a part of him blamed her for leaving after everything that happened in Alpheus. There wouldn't be a day that she wouldn't feel the regret, knowing that things might have been different now if she had stayed then. Maybe there was no getting past this, but she had no intentions of leaving Kobol without him. The smell of food and spices pulled Sam from her thoughts, as Michael finished up and moved to set the beers out on the counter. With everything done, she sliced the meat delicately and added it to the plates before walking back to the sink to wash up. Both had seen their fair share of what Kobol had to offer, good and bad, but there was still much left unexplored and she wondered if that was a place to start for them, or if it would just lead to a disaster after the things he'd seen. Moving over towards Michael, she wrapped her arms around his waist to pull him closer, hazel eyes peering into blue ones. "I guess we know who is going to be doing the driving," she smirked, leaning up to lightly kiss him. "Unless the thought of that terrifies you. We could just stay here for a few days, shut out the rest of the world."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 12, 2019 23:57:02 GMT -6
Michael was holding it together for her. They've always talked about having this kinda life where he was no longer in the crosshairs. He had been here 2 weeks longer than her, he had seen the worst of Kobol...maybe he was also home sick. With Bones gone, he could hear his mistakes even distant yells while Sam sear the meat but he didn't want to worry her again. All throughout their relationship she had been consistently worried about him. Preparing the potatoes into fries, he set out egg yokes and flour to prepare them in while listening to her. With the economy running, he knew his back pay was coming in and knew that would be perfect for them. Not like Terra where things were picked up for him but now he could do it. Setting the fries into the oil, Michael was always one to have a plan and now he needed to differ to her for once. While the fries cooked, placing his good hand onto her lower back before kissing her shoulder as he whispered; "I'm only going to ask one thing. I know things might get bad and probably not going to be myself sometimes but...I'm going to leave it up to you to make the decision to leave Kobol. I might fight with you about it but it won't be me. I love you but the last thing I want is to go through the worst of it here and worry about losing you." He knew he was asking for a lot but he also knew he had done a lot in his life that would haunt him and didn't want her to be a memory. Scooping out the fries, he kept his good hand on her waist till finally pulling away to move the pan aside. Preparing two plates, he pulled out a pair of beers as he set them down on the counter and changed the subject; "Apparently, traveling in Raptors tears up the roads so tomorrow Jack will be dropping off a civilian vehicle for us." She couldn't help but grow quiet, eyes focused down at the food that cooked while her mind began to race. Sam could feel her heart breaking slowly at his words, knowing what happened today was just a small taste of what was to come, and how bad it was going to get. Deep down, she knew that a part of him blamed her for leaving after everything that happened in Alpheus. There wouldn't be a day that she wouldn't feel the regret, knowing that things might have been different now if she had stayed then. Maybe there was no getting past this, but she had no intentions of leaving Kobol without him. The smell of food and spices pulled Sam from her thoughts, as Michael finished up and moved to set the beers out on the counter. With everything done, she sliced the meat delicately and added it to the plates before walking back to the sink to wash up. Both had seen their fair share of what Kobol had to offer, good and bad, but there was still much left unexplored and she wondered if that was a place to start for them, or if it would just lead to a disaster after the things he'd seen. Moving over towards Michael, she wrapped her arms around his waist to pull him closer, hazel eyes peering into blue ones. "I guess we know who is going to be doing the driving," she smirked, leaning up to lightly kiss him. "Unless the thought of that terrifies you. We could just stay here for a few days, shut out the rest of the world." Cracking a smile, Michael moved her hair slightly out of her face before leaning in to kiss her before responding to her; "I've never been terrified of your driving maybe your flying but not so much of the driving," resting his hand on her neck as he stroked his thumb across her cheek. He knew he had terrified her with his request and honestly it had terrified himself since he had been focusing on this particular moment. Maybe exploring Kobol could help scrub away old memories and replace them with memories that they don't have of one another. He was starving but at this point whether for food or even her to make up for the loss of appetite earlier. Moving his hands down to her hips, he had old memories of them fill his mind as he kissed her neck remembering the exact spot that he left a hickey on her neck; "Maybe while we're out I can finally replace that outfit that I never did make up for." Letting go, he could tell that she was starving as he went back to the fridge for the steak sauce. Silently, he kept thinking of the 84 days and that he was 4 days in with hope that he can add days to the distressing number. Returning to the counter, the smile returned as he set out the sauce; knowing that he couldn't hide his uncertainty forever.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 17, 2019 0:55:20 GMT -6
Cracking a smile, Michael moved her hair slightly out of her face before leaning in to kiss her before responding to her; "I've never been terrified of your driving maybe your flying but not so much of the driving," resting his hand on her neck as he stroked his thumb across her cheek. He knew he had terrified her with his request and honestly it had terrified himself since he had been focusing on this particular moment. Maybe exploring Kobol could help scrub away old memories and replace them with memories that they don't have of one another. He was starving but at this point whether for food or even her to make up for the loss of appetite earlier. Moving his hands down to her hips, he had old memories of them fill his mind as he kissed her neck remembering the exact spot that he left a hickey on her neck; "Maybe while we're out I can finally replace that outfit that I never did make up for." Letting go, he could tell that she was starving as he went back to the fridge for the steak sauce. Silently, he kept thinking of the 84 days and that he was 4 days in with hope that he can add days to the distressing number. Returning to the counter, the smile returned as he set out the sauce; knowing that he couldn't hide his uncertainty forever. She knew there was more, something that was still eating away at him even now. And as much as she wanted to pry and hope that he would say anything at all, Sam knew it wasn't her choice. She couldn't make him be ready to say what he couldn't, no matter how much she wanted to know. Perhaps it was better that way. There had been things said in the past that she'd wish she hadn't heard before, but that's where it was forced to stay. This was a new start, if they would allow themselves to have even a shred of happiness again. "I'll admit, my flying never was the best." Pushing a smile onto her face, she tried to move her mind away from the lingering worries. "Why replace something that is just as likely to end up like the last one," chuckling, she reached for one of the beer bottles only to bring it to her lips and turn it up, downing nearly half of the bottle before taking a seat at the bar a pick at a few of the fries. "If I recall correctly, you made up for it in many ways." she smirked, hoping to push away whatever was plaguing his thoughts that he couldn't say.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 17, 2019 3:02:25 GMT -6
Cracking a smile, Michael moved her hair slightly out of her face before leaning in to kiss her before responding to her; "I've never been terrified of your driving maybe your flying but not so much of the driving," resting his hand on her neck as he stroked his thumb across her cheek. He knew he had terrified her with his request and honestly it had terrified himself since he had been focusing on this particular moment. Maybe exploring Kobol could help scrub away old memories and replace them with memories that they don't have of one another. He was starving but at this point whether for food or even her to make up for the loss of appetite earlier. Moving his hands down to her hips, he had old memories of them fill his mind as he kissed her neck remembering the exact spot that he left a hickey on her neck; "Maybe while we're out I can finally replace that outfit that I never did make up for." Letting go, he could tell that she was starving as he went back to the fridge for the steak sauce. Silently, he kept thinking of the 84 days and that he was 4 days in with hope that he can add days to the distressing number. Returning to the counter, the smile returned as he set out the sauce; knowing that he couldn't hide his uncertainty forever. She knew there was more, something that was still eating away at him even now. And as much as she wanted to pry and hope that he would say anything at all, Sam knew it wasn't her choice. She couldn't make him be ready to say what he couldn't, no matter how much she wanted to know. Perhaps it was better that way. There had been things said in the past that she'd wish she hadn't heard before, but that's where it was forced to stay. This was a new start, if they would allow themselves to have even a shred of happiness again. "I'll admit, my flying never was the best." Pushing a smile onto her face, she tried to move her mind away from the lingering worries. "Why replace something that is just as likely to end up like the last one," chuckling, she reached for one of the beer bottles only to bring it to her lips and turn it up, downing nearly half of the bottle before taking a seat at the bar a pick at a few of the fries. "If I recall correctly, you made up for it in many ways." she smirked, hoping to push away whatever was plaguing his thoughts that he couldn't say. Giving a half smile, Michael had a piece of steak at the end of the fork, though he had made up for a lot of stuff especially in the beginning. Sipping his beer, he was a bit surprised by her already chugging her beer to the midway point; "Very true and your liable to ensure that we stay here for a while," taking a bite of the steak. It was no secret that she was strong enough to easily take him on maybe it was the resilient Tauron side or she had well hidden strength. Eating a fry, Michael knew he couldn't hide everything from Samantha but maybe long enough till it gets erased with new memories. Kissing her shoulder, he peered down to see a little girl only for it to disappear seconds later; "Still making up for it and a lot of loss time," there was plenty of loss time between them, "maybe later we can explore that appetite of yours?" Smiling, he was trying to get her out of the worried state of mind, after all, only one of them should be worried and he was cautious concerning this little girl walking in the living room. He knew what memory she was attached to and it wasn't one of his finer moments but one where he shouldn't let past events override his instinct. Drinking the rest of his beer, he set it aside as he whispered to her; "I don't think I ever told you, while I was in the jungle before you arrived, had a dream of you and well our daughter. Till you showed up, that dream was reoccurring and well Aurora is a good girl's name and not just a call sign."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 20, 2019 0:23:56 GMT -6
Giving a half smile, Michael had a piece of steak at the end of the fork, though he had made up for a lot of stuff especially in the beginning. Sipping his beer, he was a bit surprised by her already chugging her beer to the midway point; "Very true and your liable to ensure that we stay here for a while," taking a bite of the steak. It was no secret that she was strong enough to easily take him on maybe it was the resilient Tauron side or she had well hidden strength. Eating a fry, Michael knew he couldn't hide everything from Samantha but maybe long enough till it gets erased with new memories. Kissing her shoulder, he peered down to see a little girl only for it to disappear seconds later; "Still making up for it and a lot of loss time," there was plenty of loss time between them, "maybe later we can explore that appetite of yours?" Smiling, he was trying to get her out of the worried state of mind, after all, only one of them should be worried and he was cautious concerning this little girl walking in the living room. He knew what memory she was attached to and it wasn't one of his finer moments but one where he shouldn't let past events override his instinct. Drinking the rest of his beer, he set it aside as he whispered to her; "I don't think I ever told you, while I was in the jungle before you arrived, had a dream of you and well our daughter. Till you showed up, that dream was reoccurring and well Aurora is a good girl's name and not just a call sign." For a moment she was quite, picking through her food with every thought possible trying to race through her mind. He was strong, Sam knew that; much stronger than perhaps he even believed, but she could see through his smile, one that was for her benefit. There were still so many things everyone didn't know about Kobol, and while it was true that he had gotten there sooner than she had, she wanted more than anything to know that they would all adapt. Clearing her throat, she continued slowly cutting the meat while turning her attention back to him. "My appetite hasn't changed much over the last few years, just so you know," she smirked before popping a fry into her mouth. Things felt less tense than hours before, or maybe it was simply the two of them hiding what they felt better than either knew. But a part of her couldn't help but wonder if he saw someone else each time he touched her now, despite what Bones had said and what memories were actually there. "That doesn't mean I won't take it easy on you, though. At first." Sam chuckled softly, reaching for the bottle to finish off her beer. She could feel something stir within at his words, fondly remembering the child's room he had set up back on Terra, when something like a family was less of a pipe dream and easier to reach for. If they hadn't mentioned it before, she would have pushed his dream off as a side effect of the planet. The name, however, brought a small smile to her face; a reminder of long ago, a ship that was home, and a crew that had become her first family. "It is a good name. I always assumed you would want a son. Not that I ... would be opposed to either." Sliding down from the bar stool, she walked around the counter to pull two more bottles from the fridge, setting one down for him as a smile started to creep onto her face once more. "I'm a pain in your ass. Imagine how much trouble your daughter would give you."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 20, 2019 1:01:40 GMT -6
Giving a half smile, Michael had a piece of steak at the end of the fork, though he had made up for a lot of stuff especially in the beginning. Sipping his beer, he was a bit surprised by her already chugging her beer to the midway point; "Very true and your liable to ensure that we stay here for a while," taking a bite of the steak. It was no secret that she was strong enough to easily take him on maybe it was the resilient Tauron side or she had well hidden strength. Eating a fry, Michael knew he couldn't hide everything from Samantha but maybe long enough till it gets erased with new memories. Kissing her shoulder, he peered down to see a little girl only for it to disappear seconds later; "Still making up for it and a lot of loss time," there was plenty of loss time between them, "maybe later we can explore that appetite of yours?" Smiling, he was trying to get her out of the worried state of mind, after all, only one of them should be worried and he was cautious concerning this little girl walking in the living room. He knew what memory she was attached to and it wasn't one of his finer moments but one where he shouldn't let past events override his instinct. Drinking the rest of his beer, he set it aside as he whispered to her; "I don't think I ever told you, while I was in the jungle before you arrived, had a dream of you and well our daughter. Till you showed up, that dream was reoccurring and well Aurora is a good girl's name and not just a call sign." For a moment she was quite, picking through her food with every thought possible trying to race through her mind. He was strong, Sam knew that; much stronger than perhaps he even believed, but she could see through his smile, one that was for her benefit. There were still so many things everyone didn't know about Kobol, and while it was true that he had gotten there sooner than she had, she wanted more than anything to know that they would all adapt. Clearing her throat, she continued slowly cutting the meat while turning her attention back to him. "My appetite hasn't changed much over the last few years, just so you know," she smirked before popping a fry into her mouth. Things felt less tense than hours before, or maybe it was simply the two of them hiding what they felt better than either knew. But a part of her couldn't help but wonder if he saw someone else each time he touched her now, despite what Bones had said and what memories were actually there. "That doesn't mean I won't take it easy on you, though. At first." Sam chuckled softly, reaching for the bottle to finish off her beer. She could feel something stir within at his words, fondly remembering the child's room he had set up back on Terra, when something like a family was less of a pipe dream and easier to reach for. If they hadn't mentioned it before, she would have pushed his dream off as a side effect of the planet. The name, however, brought a small smile to her face; a reminder of long ago, a ship that was home, and a crew that had become her first family. "It is a good name. I always assumed you would want a son. Not that I ... would be opposed to either." Sliding down from the bar stool, she walked around the counter to pull two more bottles from the fridge, setting one down for him as a smile started to creep onto her face once more. "I'm a pain in your ass. Imagine how much trouble your daughter would give you." Smiling, Michael was hiding so much from her and he knew she knew about it but this conversation wasn't the time now. He knew she could see through his cloak and didn't want her to see him go through another breakdown. But, he was partly ignoring her and that alone would hurt anyone especially her and he needed to break that. Speaking up, Michael chuckled as he got up; "Well, honestly, if its a boy then we should name him after your father but maybe the gods were showing me a partial future," placing the empty bottles in the trash before approaching her. He had danced around this and even teased her earlier but something drove him to try again. Maybe it was the simple fact that he wanted to show her affection and try to get the old memories out of his head as he kissed her. Nothing short but a long thirty-second kiss while he instinctively closed the fridge to press her against it. Maybe the alcohol helped or it was him reaching out but either way he was going for something familiar. Kissing her once more, he knew there wouldn't be interruptions with old memories of them ran through his head. This wasn't about the bullshit that Bones told him about but a way to erase it since he couldn't see anyone replacing her. Placing one hand on her jaw as his thumb rubbed her cheek with the other at her hip as he whispered between kisses; "You've been the best person in my life and I've never been appreciative of that," kissing her once more as he thought back when he first saw her. His worries about that number he had been thinking over had faded.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 22, 2019 15:06:55 GMT -6
Smiling, Michael was hiding so much from her and he knew she knew about it but this conversation wasn't the time now. He knew she could see through his cloak and didn't want her to see him go through another breakdown. But, he was partly ignoring her and that alone would hurt anyone especially her and he needed to break that. Speaking up, Michael chuckled as he got up; "Well, honestly, if its a boy then we should name him after your father but maybe the gods were showing me a partial future," placing the empty bottles in the trash before approaching her. He had danced around this and even teased her earlier but something drove him to try again. Maybe it was the simple fact that he wanted to show her affection and try to get the old memories out of his head as he kissed her. Nothing short but a long thirty-second kiss while he instinctively closed the fridge to press her against it. Maybe the alcohol helped or it was him reaching out but either way he was going for something familiar. Kissing her once more, he knew there wouldn't be interruptions with old memories of them ran through his head. This wasn't about the bullshit that Bones told him about but a way to erase it since he couldn't see anyone replacing her. Placing one hand on her jaw as his thumb rubbed her cheek with the other at her hip as he whispered between kisses; "You've been the best person in my life and I've never been appreciative of that," kissing her once more as he thought back when he first saw her. His worries about that number he had been thinking over had faded. A partial future. She had felt that way before, on Terra when everything seemed to be falling into place before it eventually fell apart. In truth, Sam had grown used to things being just out of reach, taken away no matter how much she tried. The mention of her father brought a small smile, though, pulling her back to a brief time before she'd met Michael. She was dead, or should have been. Years and years of watching those closest to her die or disappear, and yet she had been left to pick up the pieces and try to move on until she didn't. There were too many times that she had wondered, why was she still here when they were all gone? Her fathers words, even in a dream, had pulled her back to life, but for what purpose? The longer she was with Michael, the more she had convinced herself that this was the reason why. Before there was time to speak up, Sam was caught in a surprise as his lips found their way to hers. She could feel the heat rising to her skin despite the coolness of the fridge against her back, one hand reaching out to set the unopened bottle down on the counter while the other found its way to rest on top of his at the hip. All of the worry was still in the back of her mind, but for a moment, it was the last thing she wanted to think about when she pulled him back to her for another kiss. As much as she craved each and every little touch, she couldn't help but worry about pushing him too far too soon. "Perhaps we both could learn to be a little more appreciative of what we have, what we could have. We shouldn't have to worry about losing each other every single day."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 22, 2019 18:18:16 GMT -6
Smiling, Michael was hiding so much from her and he knew she knew about it but this conversation wasn't the time now. He knew she could see through his cloak and didn't want her to see him go through another breakdown. But, he was partly ignoring her and that alone would hurt anyone especially her and he needed to break that. Speaking up, Michael chuckled as he got up; "Well, honestly, if its a boy then we should name him after your father but maybe the gods were showing me a partial future," placing the empty bottles in the trash before approaching her. He had danced around this and even teased her earlier but something drove him to try again. Maybe it was the simple fact that he wanted to show her affection and try to get the old memories out of his head as he kissed her. Nothing short but a long thirty-second kiss while he instinctively closed the fridge to press her against it. Maybe the alcohol helped or it was him reaching out but either way he was going for something familiar. Kissing her once more, he knew there wouldn't be interruptions with old memories of them ran through his head. This wasn't about the bullshit that Bones told him about but a way to erase it since he couldn't see anyone replacing her. Placing one hand on her jaw as his thumb rubbed her cheek with the other at her hip as he whispered between kisses; "You've been the best person in my life and I've never been appreciative of that," kissing her once more as he thought back when he first saw her. His worries about that number he had been thinking over had faded. A partial future. She had felt that way before, on Terra when everything seemed to be falling into place before it eventually fell apart. In truth, Sam had grown used to things being just out of reach, taken away no matter how much she tried. The mention of her father brought a small smile, though, pulling her back to a brief time before she'd met Michael. She was dead, or should have been. Years and years of watching those closest to her die or disappear, and yet she had been left to pick up the pieces and try to move on until she didn't. There were too many times that she had wondered, why was she still here when they were all gone? Her fathers words, even in a dream, had pulled her back to life, but for what purpose? The longer she was with Michael, the more she had convinced herself that this was the reason why. Before there was time to speak up, Sam was caught in a surprise as his lips found their way to hers. She could feel the heat rising to her skin despite the coolness of the fridge against her back, one hand reaching out to set the unopened bottle down on the counter while the other found its way to rest on top of his at the hip. All of the worry was still in the back of her mind, but for a moment, it was the last thing she wanted to think about when she pulled him back to her for another kiss. As much as she craved each and every little touch, she couldn't help but worry about pushing him too far too soon. "Perhaps we both could learn to be a little more appreciative of what we have, what we could have. We shouldn't have to worry about losing each other every single day." Staying close to her, he kissed her once more as he whispered to her as he took one hand to restrain her against the fridge; "I left the job that put me in constant danger and making up for loss time," kissing along her jaw to her earlobe. Not using much of his strength to hold back her hand, he slowly kissed along her neck with his other hand staying at her right hip. Michael knew very well his restraints and unlike last time he was trying not to push himself too far. Short of any family that they started, he wanted to reunite her with Amelia and fill that void in her life. He knew the young girl was safe in the orphanage and knew exactly how Bones hid her; he just needed to talk Samantha into trust that she was here. He had thought about this but he focused on her since he had never really put thought into children till recently. Speaking once more, he started back up to her lips which he was craving more and more; "It's been a while since you've been that red," smiling as he kissed her once more but tugged on her lip a bit before continuing to kiss her.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 27, 2019 1:46:28 GMT -6
Staying close to her, he kissed her once more as he whispered to her as he took one hand to restrain her against the fridge; "I left the job that put me in constant danger and making up for loss time," kissing along her jaw to her earlobe. Not using much of his strength to hold back her hand, he slowly kissed along her neck with his other hand staying at her right hip. Michael knew very well his restraints and unlike last time he was trying not to push himself too far. Short of any family that they started, he wanted to reunite her with Amelia and fill that void in her life. He knew the young girl was safe in the orphanage and knew exactly how Bones hid her; he just needed to talk Samantha into trust that she was here. He had thought about this but he focused on her since he had never really put thought into children till recently. Speaking once more, he started back up to her lips which he was craving more and more; "It's been a while since you've been that red," smiling as he kissed her once more but tugged on her lip a bit before continuing to kiss her. It was hard to judge how long it would take to make up for everything and every second they had lost with one another. But now, time was all they seemed to have, time to heal from the past and find their way back to each other. At first, she made no effort to fight against his restraint, enjoying each little kiss. Her face, however, only reddened that much more. “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had you all to myself, or this close.” Smirking against his lips, a hand drifted free to settle on his waistband, a small pull bringing him closer to eliminate the last bit of distance between them. They knew each other by heart, but in a way, it felt like starting all over again. He knew well enough how to push her buttons, the things that made her head spin and blood run hot. It was harder for Sam to fight the urge to fall back into the familiar habits of the past, knowing that he still needed to recover. Pulling back for a moment, she looked into his eyes before gently sliding free of his grasp to gently take his hand in her own. “Come on.” Her voice was soft, quiet as she intertwined her fingers with his before starting out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
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