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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 24, 2013 23:10:53 GMT -6
Enjoying the feel of the sheets against her skin as she slid into bed, Sam bit her bottom lip as she looked at Michael, the bright flashes of light almost making her eyes look a different color. "Doc said to take it easy ... but I don't like people telling me what to do," she said with a smirk before pushing him over and pinning his arms back behind his head. "You included." She brought her lips down to his, listening to the loud claps of thunder that rang outside. They had the night all to themselves, just the two of them in the dark. ----------------------------------- It was barely morning when her eyes fluttered open. Sam sat up in the bed, still feeling tired from the little bit of sleep she managed to get. She slid out of bed and pulled the sheet up to cover her body, careful not to wake Michael up. Walking into the bathroom, she splashed a little water on her face and took a look in the mirror, raising a brow at the small bruises that resembled teeth marks on her shoulder. The woman walked out and made her way into the kitchen, quietly going through the cabinets until she found some coffee. Getting it started, she leaned against the bar until it was done and poured two cups full. Walking back into the bedroom, she sat one cup on the bedside table for him and sipped hers, walking over to stand by the sliding glass door that led out to the balcony, peering out the glass. She watched as the sunlight was peeking it's way over the mountain tops not far off.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 24, 2013 23:42:59 GMT -6
Waking up, he could feel his shoulders and back in pain from where she too had bit him and gripped him with her nails for traction, spotting a fresh cup of coffee as he took a sip. Getting up, he didn't bother wrapping up as he walked over to, rubbing his wrist where she had apparently found some zip ties and put them to good use towards the end. Putting his arms around her as the cool mountain air rushed over them, kissing her neck while he whispered to her; "I might have to tell you what to do cause gods that was something else," laughing a bit as he softly bit her shoulder in the same spot he did before. Its nice the storm had blown over and now the power was back, pointing out a small solar panel array with one of his hands; "That little array is connected to ones spread around the mountainside but if one fails they all fail however it gives clean energy to this little village."
It had been forever since he had ever been on this balcony, for a long time, he forgot he had one since he never really been out on it. Breaking away, he went over to get his coffee, taking a sip as he leaned against the glass, peering over at her with a smile on his face; "What do you want to do," smirking as he glanced over while sipping his coffee. Setting his coffee onto the railing, he put his arms back around her before softly biting her shoulder as he whispered once more; "So what do you say, go to the beach, I think I have a boat so we can do some off shore swimming."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 25, 2013 20:52:18 GMT -6
She was so consumed by her thoughts that Sam nearly dropped her coffee over the balcony when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Chuckling nervously, she squirmed underneath his grasp. "You can tell me all you want ... that doesn't mean I'm going to listen." She softly laughed before taking a sip of coffee. She didn't say anything else for a few moments, and simply stood there to enjoy the coolness of the breeze and the way the sunlight fell across the mountainside.
Wiggling free of Michael's grasp, Sam walked over and picked up her bag to find some clothes. "A boat, huh? You gonna let me drive that too?" she asked with a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Actually, letting me drive probably isn't such a good idea..." Laughing, she unzipped her bag and peaked inside, pulling out a bra and a pair of underwear. "Swimming sounds good. And I have an idea for tonight."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 25, 2013 21:16:03 GMT -6
Tossing the sheets onto the bed, he walked over to his dresser as he pulled out a pair of shorts as he slipped them on, "I think I'll drive the boat but do have a bike if you want to drive it," picking up a white tank top as he slipped it on, "you never so listen. How you doing though, hope I wasn't too rough with you," chuckling as he picked up his coffee cup. Taking it to the kitchen, he washed it and put it away, tossing the tactical pad into a drawer before starting back into the bedroom. The fireplace was still burning as he flipped it off, remotely closing the glass door to the balcony as he took a seat on the bed; "I hope you packed a bikini or something, to be honest, can't really imagining you wearing one of my trunks."
Laughing, he watched her get dressed, the images of what transpired the during the wee hours in the morning still rumbled through his mind as he got up to pick up an empty bag. Tossing a few towels, sun tan lotion and his spare trunks as he tossed it up onto the bed. He used to use the boat on his off days to do some scuba diving but now it was time to spend some time out there with someone and he couldn't think of no one other than Sam; he still had a little box he wanted to present to her but then he wondered on what her idea was for tonight, "Let me guess, tonight is a surprise."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 26, 2013 1:25:56 GMT -6
"I'll be fine. It'll just ... take a while to get over it." She didn't want to say anything, but Sam never could get over the tiredness. It would've been better if she had listened to the doctor and take it easy, then again there was no fun in that. But she decided to at least try and relax, and not wear herself out so easily. She picked out something from her bag and strode over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Getting dressed, she took a minute to look into the mirror, staring at the small scar on her chest ... the ugly reminder. Sighing, the woman opened the door and walked back into the bedroom. She put her hands on her hips and looked at Michael, standing there in a strapless white and pink bathing suit. "So what do you think?"Smirking, she grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt, slipping them on over her bathing suit before he got a good chance to look. Sam could tell from the look on his face that he was obviously wondering what she had planned. But she would remained tight lipped about it and secretive. "You might be surprised, you might not," was all she said, teasingly.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 26, 2013 6:50:10 GMT -6
He was already getting ideas, part of him wondered even if they should leave and test their "personal" endurance but she soon covered it up as he got up out of the bed with his pack in hand; slipping on a pair of sneakers. He turned to her as he picked up a set of keys, "So car or bike and I do have one for you," smirking as he held onto the keys. His mind was still contemplating on how hot the bikini was but he could tell by her words earlier that she was still short breathed however if he said anything she would just shoot him down so for now he had to keep an eye on it and she was still worried about her scar. He would suggest some scar removal, shit he had a gel in his medicine cabinet that would take it away, he wasn't even sure if she would take it since she tore Stevens a new one just for using nanites to heal her.
Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he tucked the boat keys into his pocket before stepping into the main room as he kicked the clothes they had shedded earlier aside before stepping over to the door; "Well that wasn't secretive at all," kissing her as he picked up his dog tags from the table, "ready to head down?"
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 26, 2013 12:58:55 GMT -6
"Let's just take the car," she said with a smirk, knowing he would probably freak out if she took a corner too fast on the bike. She preferred the cars anyway, with the way they handled, how they looked and sounded. She walked out and followed him into the elevator, leaning against the wall as she waited for it to reach the bottom floor. Sam couldn't help but notice the look on his face, and it made her wonder what was up. Mentally shrugging, she decided to ignore it as the elevator finally reached the bottom where the garage was.
"That wasn't the secretive part anyway," she chuckled, stepping out of the elevator. Sam wanted to giggle, she knew what was obviously on his mind. But she was looking forward to later, to having more time to themselves and keeping everything low key, just enjoying what little time they had left. It wasn't going to be like that much longer. She folded her arms and waited for him.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 26, 2013 13:18:30 GMT -6
Placing his dog tags around his neck, he walked over to a beautiful car as he placed the bag into the back before opening the door for Sam, walking over to his side as he took a seat as he noticed the look on her face; "Its a beautiful day and well your beautiful don't ask me to choose between roof on or off," smirking as he started up the V6 engine as he clipped on his seat belt. Flipping on a bit of music, he waited till she got in before pulling out of the parking spot before burning rubber out of the parking garage. Pulling out, he took it slow as he turned to her as he shifted gears; "I think I know what the secretive part is," grinning as he drove out of the village and headed for the coast with the roar of the engine trailing behind them.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 26, 2013 15:54:53 GMT -6
Buckling up, Sam held on as the car went speeding out of the garage. "I need to pick up a few things when we get done," she said as they passed by a few shops heading through the town. "Maybe you can drop me off." Pointing to one of the stores, she smiled. It was still fairly early in the morning, so it hadn't gotten too hot just yet. The wind was just cool enough, and she loved the feel of it with the top down on the car. "Like I said, you may be surprised, and then again you may not." Smirking, she leaned her head back against the head rest and closed her eyes, listened to the hum of the engine and enjoying the wind through her hair, as she waited for them to get where they were going.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 31, 2013 6:23:34 GMT -6
Spotting the car, he pulled off at another store as he walked in to buy a bottle of Terran spice vodka, placing it in his bag before starting over to the apartment; parking beside the elevator. He knew Sam would recognize the bike at the very least, stepping into the elevator as he left his dog tags inside as it took him up to his apartment; stepping out as he set the bottle on the bar top before tossing his bag into the bedroom. Fixing up the bed, he stripped down as he climbed into the shower, cooling off for a bit before grabbing a towel as he started out to the living room; Sam had seen it all but he was really interested in this little surprise.
Walking into the kitchen, he pulled out a glass as he poured a bit of vodka into a glass before pouring some ice tea to mix with the flavor of the vodka, taking a sip before grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt to slip on. The last thing Sam needed was to be distracted if she was going to make dinner and well he had always been distracted by her but has learned to multi-task at the same time, pulling over a chair as he took a seat facing the door with his glass resting on the arm chair with his hand around it for added support. He still had a few more days with Sam and if Terran One (Terra's answer to the old Colonial One) ever got completed then just maybe he could see her more but it still had a few weeks till it was completed; that didn't stop him from sending his few specs to the shipyards for his own little cabin onboard the ship.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Aug 31, 2013 21:32:59 GMT -6
An hour or so after leaving the dock and heading off to the shops, Sam pulled the car into the parking garage and turned the key, stepping out. She grabbed the various bags from the trunk and headed into the elevator, riding it up to the apartment. Once the elevator doors slid open, she stepped out and strode over to the bar, setting the bags down. She saw Michael from the corner of her eye, sitting by the window. Walking over, she wrapped her arms around him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I see you already got started," she said, nodding her head to the glass in his hand. Letting go, she walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower, wanting to wash away the feeling that the salt water had left on her skin.
A short while later, Sam emerged back into the kitchen in a pair of shorts and a tank top. She dug into the bags, pulling out a bottle of Tauron whiskey and setting it out on the counter. She had been so surprised that one of the shops even had it. Various other things were set out on the bar as well ... onions, tomatoes, cheese, green peppers, flour, and various spices. Pulling her hair up out of her face and into a messy bun, the woman washed her hands and got to work on making dough with the flour, pouring it into a large bowl along with some salt and the yeast she'd been letting set up. "I hope you like pizza," she called over to Michael, kneading the dough on the counter and flattening it out to put it on a pan made just for such things while come bacon fried on the stove.
Sam had already managed to get flour all over herself, but it was worth it. She grabbed a cutting board and knife, and went to work chopping the vegetables. Once finished, she spread some sauce on the dough and followed it up with cheese, and then the vegetables. The cool bacon came next, which she chopped finely into crumbles. After everything was assembled, she slid the pizza into the over and went over to pour herself a small glass of the whiskey. "A man at the shop told me some of the former players from the Olympia Stallions were going to be playing against the local team. Maybe we can watch." She looked over at the tv and shrugged, taking a sip from her drink as she waited on the food.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 31, 2013 22:20:04 GMT -6
Getting up while she made the pizza, he set his glass down on the table as he watched her work, nodding to her mentioning the game as he walked around to her. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he could hear the rain hitting the glass as he whispered to her; "That would fun, its been ages since I saw a good game," teasing her as bit down on her shoulder knowing he would be paying for it later, "I'm surprised that you found Tauron whiskey ever tried Terran spice vodka," pulling away as he started into the kitchen. Opening a cabinet, he pulled out a bag of chips before warming up some sauce, he knew it was a while since they had anything solid to eat and they both were probably starving but it would go well with the pizza. Hitting a switch, he projected the tv onto the glass as it dimmed a bit to bring up a crisp picture before starting up the Expendable 2, amongst one of his favorite, grabbing his spicy sauce with the chips as he walked over to her. He had got the spice from the vodka which was used for cooking quite often as took a bite, "I got a text while I was waiting for you, Terran One is almost done, which means we won't be that far apart and as consultant I get my own little cabin."
He wasn't excited too much considering he had gotten used to the crew quarters but then again it gave him a full size bed with a small office and facilities all to himself which he wouldn't bring much with him other than pictures of her and his suits. Kissing her briefly, he drifted in front of her as he placed his hands on her hips, keeping her focus here with him instead of elsewhere; "How are you feeling? Still short of breath cause you know tonight I can do all the work," trying to keep from laughing.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 1, 2013 19:29:46 GMT -6
Taking another gulp from her glass to finish off the drink, Sam looked over at him as she grabbed the bottle. "The shop owner said it was his last bottle. It's not Blacktooth, but it's the next best thing." She poured the glass half full before he had moved over to where she was. Her mood, which had been good most of the day, now dropped when he mentioned something about another ship. Terran One? What the frak was that, an imitation of Colonial One? Lightly nudging away from his grasp, she picked took a sip from her glass as she moved back over to the counter, not wanting to be in a sour mood. Though it felt hard when she was constantly reminded that they would both be on different ships.
"I'm fine," she said, setting the glass down on the counter and grabbing a large bowl from the cabinet. Sam opened the last bag from her shopping trip, getting out some lettuce and other things for salad. She chopped it and added it all to the bowl before setting it aside. "So why Terran One? Our supposed President is Colonial." Folding her arms, she turned to look at him, curious as to why they were changing the name of a very important ship. It might not have been the same ship, but Colonial One had carried some of her most precious memories.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 1, 2013 19:45:39 GMT -6
He knew he should've kept his mouth shut, walking over to her as he took a seat on the kitchen counter, "It was going to be Colonial One but since Terra is not just building the ship but funding everything in it, it seemed only right to be called Terran One. The outside is Colonial One but the inside is a piece of art from what I'm told and it'll have the same defensive ability as most frigates but will maintain its look," pausing as he hopped down to put his arms around her waist, "I'm sorry, I know you were on Colonial One and well good chances are I will always be a jump away instead of stuck here all the time," kissing her neck. He could smell the pizza but focused on her since he could feel the tension in her as he tried to relax her once more, "I shouldn't have said anything I was just excited that I would be closer after all, what kind of husband would I be if I was never around?"
Pulling away, he walked over to the fridge to pull out two beers as he tossed the tops aside before sliding one over to her; "So what else did you get other than a Tauron whiskey and dinner cause tonight could be just like last night," pausing as he tried to keep from blushing, "not saying last night wasn't fun, shit, we both have reminders on how fun it was."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 2, 2013 12:52:41 GMT -6
Huffing, it took everything for Sam not to roll her eyes and growl. Just because they were throwing an ass load of credits toward a new ship, they got to change the name? Grumbling under her breath, she grabbed the bowl of salad and took it over to the table. "We're not married yet, so that still just makes you my personal boy toy," she said, scooping up a small bit of flour left on the counter and throwing it at him. Snickering, she got a few more plates from the cabinet and set them over on the table as well. "Sorry, Colonial One was just an important place to be, I spent a good amount of time there and it's just not sitting well with me." In fact, it was just a reminder that it was another part of her life gone, another ship that was lost and the people along with it.
Looking up at the wall clock, she went over to pull the pizza out of the oven just in time. The smells filled the apartment as she walked towards the table with it, setting the pizza down to cool. "It's almost time for the game to start." Sam put the cap back on the whiskey bottle to save it for later and reached for her beer, feeling her stomach begin to growl. She looked at Michael and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Are you blushing?"
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