A Train ride to - love Ch 12, a short story by angie65. Date added: 2012-01-20. Times viewed: 4499.
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- Intro: Good old fashioned lust
(Good old-fashioned lust)
Thursday dawned cold and bright, and Sam climbed from Sarah’s bed feeling happier than he had ever felt before.
“Good morning,” Sarah said dreamily as she curled up around the warm spot he had just left. “What time is it?”
“It’s not even six yet... so go back to sleep,” he told her softly.
“Not without you,” she whispered frowning slightly.
Sam smiled gently. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.
“I’ll be waiting.”
A few minutes later he rejoined her and she snuggled up to him and fell straight back to sleep. She had a little smile on her face, and Sam lay mesmerised by her, and wondering what she was dreaming of. He held her close and let the hours tick by gently.
When Phil arrived just after eight o’clock it was Sam who let him in. He was on his best behaviour and talked quietly with the boy. Sam was surprised to hear that Phil had a girl friend, and he felt ashamed of the thoughts he had had about him the day before. He figured he’s still been on edge and had imagined the way Phil had looked at Sarah.
They were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when Sarah walked in. Sam had his back to her and was facing Phil. He gave a quiet sigh. He hadn’t imagined anything. The boy definitely had a crush on Sarah, girlfriend or no girlfriend. What bothered Sam though was there was a hint of something else. It wasn’t the blind adoration of yesterday; it was something a little more basic than that. He could see trouble brewing, but he knew that he couldn’t frighten Sarah; and Maggie just wouldn’t hear of it. He glanced around and noticed that Pete was standing just behind him. He looked up at him questioningly but realised that he had his eyes fixed on Phil.
Their eyes met and he knew that the other man was also troubled by the way that Phil looked at Sarah.
They all shared breakfast and then Maggie, Sarah and Phil went down into the work shop.
Sam was glad of the opportunity to talk to Pete, without any of the others overhearing.
They sat at the kitchen table talking quietly, but although they agreed that the boy could be trouble there was little they could do at the moment; since he wasn’t actually being threatening, or even rude. There was nothing that they could point at and say ‘there look – he’s like that!’
“All we can do is keep an eye on them, and try and make sure she isn’t alone with him...” Pete offered quietly.
“Could you talk to Maggie?”
“I’ll try; but she’s so sensitive about her cousin that if I try and push it she’ll just close ranks. What about Sarah? Do you think she should be warned?”
Sam’s laugh had an edge to it. “After what she’s just been through... would you?”
Pete shook his head sympathetically. “I guess not.”
“So all we can do is to wait and hope he gets over it?” Sam sighed.
“Pretty much,” Pete agreed.
They were still sitting there when Maggie came wandering in chatting on her mobile. She was just finishing her conversation when she joined them at the kitchen table.
“I left them half an hour ago to get some fresh coffee; and I got side tracked by your Mr Conrad.” Maggie complained at Sam.
Sam was on his feet and heading for the door. “I need a word with Sarah. You make the coffee,” he called over his shoulder.
He took the stairs three at a time and just managed to restrain himself at the last minute. Instead of bursting in there like a lunatic as he wanted to, he forced himself to slow down and appear casual. He pushed open the work shop door and entered.
Sarah and Phil were both leaning over a computer, they were talking animatedly about something he didn’t understand but, there was nothing untoward in their attitude with each other.
They looked up at Sam questioningly as he approached them.
“Hi,” he said cheerfully I was just wandering if you fancied anything in particular for lunch?” he asked her the first thing that came into his head.
Sarah smiled and walked over to him and taking him by the arm she led him from the workshop.
“I think you’re wonderful,” she told him. “The way that you’re looking after me; but I don’t think it’s fair that you’re cooking for all of us.” She frowned. “I wish that I could cook. Something... anything!” she held her hands out in defeat.
Sam took her in his arms and hugged her tight. “It’s only for a couple of days,” he smiled. “And I’m actually enjoying myself. It makes a real change from legal documents and hysterical business men.”
Sarah laughed. “Well at least you won’t be cooking for all of us tonight.”
“Oh? Why not?”
She looked up at him her eyes bright and twinkling. “Don’t forget our hot date tonight. I thought we’d have a take away or something quick. We don’t want to waste our evening cooking now; do we?”
Sam looked doubtfully at her. “I didn’t think you would want to... not after what happened the other night?” he said quietly.
“Why not?” She frowned in confusion.
“Well I thought maybe you would at least want to wait a bit. Give yourself a chance to get over it.”
Sarah looked him straight in the eyes. “I am over it Sam,” she insisted with a quiet strength. “I will not let that man waste another minute of my life!”
He kissed her lightly on the lips and felt her tremble against him. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
She smiled a wicked little smile. “Oh yes Sam... I’m sure.”
It was just after lunch that Sam received a call from Mrs Brown his firm’s receptionist.
“Mr Gibbs has been in touch,” she was telling him. “He insisted on a meeting this afternoon, and only you will do.”
Sam stood running his hand through his hair, the phone to his ear and an angry glitter in his eye, and Sarah stood in the kitchen doorway watching him
“Alright Mrs Brown,” he finally said with a heavy sigh. “What time?” he glanced at his watch and then gave another sigh. “I’ll be there.” He closed his mobile and turned to find Sarah watching him.
“What is it?” she asked quietly.
“Mr Gibbs needs to meet with me. It’s urgent by all accounts and can’t wait until Monday.”
“What time do you have to be back at the office?”
“Mrs Brown set the appointment for three o’clock but…”
“But you need to go back to your place and...” she gave him a little grin. “lawyer yourself up?”
He laughed briefly and caught her in his arms. “Do you mind?” he asked her softly.
She gave a happy little sigh and snuggled up close to him.
“Only because I’ll miss you.”
He laughed again. “We still have tonight.” He paused to think about how to arrange things.
“Your meeting with Mr Gibbs could take a few hours, couldn’t?” she asked quietly.
“Well then why don’t I make my own way to your place? I’ll try and be there for say... six thirty?”
He pulled away from her and dug around in his pocket to bring out a bunch of keys.
“This is my spare door key,” he told her unclipping one of the keys. “I’ll have a word with Morris the caretaker and have your name registered.” He handed her the key. “Give your name at reception and he’ll let you in to the building. If I’m not back then you can let yourself into the flat with this key.” He pulled her back into his arms and gave her a long tender kiss. “I’ll see you tonight,” he whispered softly.
“I can’t wait.” She reached up and pulled his head down to kiss him deeply.
By the time she let him go Sam was shaking.
“Wow!” was about all he could manage.
“Try not to be too late tonight!” she begged softly, before giving him a wicked little grin.
“You miss, are one handful of trouble,” he growled, as his body gave a little jerk in response to that smile. “I seriously need to get serious right now; and all I want to do is sweep you up into my arms and take you off to bed, for anything but serious stuff.”
“Later Sam; later.” she told him in a firm almost strict tone.
“Is it madam whiplash that’s going to visit me later then?” Sam asked with an evil leer, as her playfulness shot through his system like a dose of alcohol.
“Sam!” Sarah cried in outrage her hands to her flaming cheeks her eyes wide with shock.
He laughed and caught her to him again. “Don’t start games you’re not prepared to see through on!” he warned her softly before kissing her gently on the mouth and then pulling away again resolutely.
“I’ll see you later.” He headed for the door with a light casual wave of his hand, but Sarah wasn’t fooled by his attempt at frivolity.
“I love you Sam!” Sarah called dreamily.
“Love you too babes.”
The door swung too on him and he was gone.
The afternoon seemed to drag by for Sarah but, by four thirty they had achieved everything they had set out for the day; and over a last cup of coffee were discussing Friday’s schedule.
“I’ll do Mrs Asher’s computer installation about lunch time tomorrow,” Sarah was saying. “If Phil can help you out with the last of the site visits we had listed... then you should be finished by lunch as well.” She looked across at Phil who seemed a little disappointed at this.
“Yes that’ll work out rather well...” Maggie was thinking aloud. “There are mostly bits and bobs, loose ends, and stuff for next week. Between the two of you there shouldn’t be anything you can’t handle.” She looked across at Phil who had a pleased smile on his face. “You’ve been brilliant coming in like this and helping out.”
Sarah agreed softly and reached out and touched his hand “We couldn’t have managed without you.”
“It’s no problem. I’ve really enjoyed working with the two of you.” He blushed as he spoke and his eyes slid away from Sarah’s awkwardly.
“You get yourself home now Phil; and we’ll see you in the morning.” Maggie told him.
With a quiet goodbye, Phil grabbed his jacket and left the girls in the work shop.
“What have you got planned for tonight?” Sarah asked a little clumsily. She had been trying to have a word with Maggie all afternoon but hadn’t liked to in front of Phil.
“Finishing off my packing.” Maggie looked across at her. “Why?”
Sarah blushed uncomfortably. “I’m eating round at Sam’s tonight...” she began.
“That’s no problem. I’ll order pizza or something.” She paused and then, “I’ll see you later?”
Sarah gave a pained look. “I wasn’t planning on coming back tonight.” She looked at her friend questioningly. “Was Pete still planning on staying tonight?”
“I assume so.” Maggie shrugged. “He’s not said anything about going back to his place.”
“Where’s he been all afternoon anyway?” Sarah asked realising she’d not seen Pete at all since lunch.
“Oh this and that I’d imagine. He didn’t say what; just that he’d be back later.” Maggie didn’t seem too bothered; so Sarah decided it was none of her business.
They locked up the work shop and Sarah headed for the shower.
By five thirty she was ready for her date with Sam. She dug out her small backpack and packed a few things that she would need for the following morning.
“I’m not comfortable leaving you on your own,” She fretted to Maggie.
Maggie gave her a sad little look. “You never would have said that a few days ago,” she complained softly.
Sarah’s head came up and her shoulders went back and a look of steel came into her eyes.
“You are absolutely right,” She told her friend. She reached over and hugged Maggie. “Have a good evening with Pete. I’ll see you tomorrow after lunch.” And defiantly she added. “I’ll make sure I lock the downstairs door as I go.”
Maggie grinned mischievously. “You have a good time too with the dishy Mr Reynolds.”
As Sarah finished locking the down stairs door, Pete pulled up in his car.
“I’m so glad you’re back.” Sarah told him the relief on her face causing him to frown.
“I said I would be, didn’t I?” he queried softly.
“I know, I know.” Sarah shook her head and gave him a rueful smile. “It’s just that I’m off for the night and I didn’t like leaving Maggie on her own.”
“For the night?” he looked at her for a moment and then speculatively up at the flat window.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Pete.” Sarah waved as she saw the downstairs door being opened by Maggie.
The walk to Sam’s was not very far but time was ticking by and there were a couple of stops she wanted to make on the way. She glanced at her watch and picked up her pace.
It was six twenty five when Sarah knocked on Sam’s door. The man at the desk had told her that Mr Reynolds was in and she was to go right on up.
Sam flung open the door to find Sarah stood outside, a bunch of red roses in one hand, and a huge box of chocolates in the other.
“Sarah! What on earth…?” he stood back to let her enter.
She walked in and reached up to kiss him lightly on the lips.
Sam took her in his arms and kicked the door too with his foot. It made a nice healthy bang as it slammed too.
Sarah pulled away and held the flowers out to him.
“These are for you,” she told him huskily. She held out the chocolates as well.
“Why?” Sam asked confused.
“I’m wooing you Sam.” She looked up at him. “Don’t fight it... just enjoy.”
Taking the gifts and putting them on the table Sam gave a short laugh. “Honey you had me on ‘I think I’ll go and get myself a coffee and a sandwich’.” He made a show of mimicking her voice and mannerisms, which were nothing like her.
Sarah frowned at him. “Pardon?”
He grinned at her. “The first words you ever said to me, and they were about food.” He frowned in thought. “Although come to think about it you weren’t actually talking to me.”
Sarah blushed guiltily as she remembered the first time she had met Sam.
“Err yes, that’s right, now I remember,” she hedged.
“Sarah?” Sam questioned.
She looked up at him and gave a guilty little laugh. “Ok I admit it,” she confessed. “I just wanted you to notice me.”
“Oh?” Sam was the one looking confused now.
She gave another little laugh and ran her hand through her freely flowing hair. “You passed me as you ran for that train,” she told him. “I don’t know why, but I really wanted you to look back and see me.” She shrugged her shoulders still not sure what had happened that first time she had seen at him. “It was like being struck by lightning.” She murmured as that feeling rushed over her again.
“So you decided to make a pass at me,” Sam remembered.
“And you rejected me,” Sarah gave a little groan as she also remembered, and her humiliation at his reaction.
Sam pulled her back into his arms and held her tight. “I was cruel,” He apologised. “you were doing strange things to my equilibrium and I reacted in self defence.”
She reached up to kiss him. “I remember the end of that train ride the most,” she whispered.
“I often fantasise about what might have followed that kiss had we been somewhere else...”
Sam felt the blood surging through him. He swept her up into his arms and strode through to the bedroom. “Maybe you can tell me and I can accommodate you,” he invited her.
Sarah laughed a little nervously; she was always so shy when it came to the actual act of making love. It was just one of the many things that Sam loved about her.
“Well,” she said looking up through her lashes. “Maybe we should start with that kiss...” She reached up to him.
“If I remember rightly,” Sam told her. “It was me who grabbed you.” He suited action to words. “Then I kind of did this...” He head came down and his lips moved against hers.
Sarah enjoyed this for a moment before pushing him away with a frown.
“Oh no,” she told him. “I think it was more like this...” She put her hands into his hair and pulled quite hard forcing his head down and pressing her lips hard against his.
Sam’s knees started to buckle but he managed to keep his control, when she finally released him they were both breathing a little bit more heavily.
“Ah!” Sam smiled. “Now I remember.” He pulled her hard against him and crushed her mouth with his. Her lips parted softly this time while they had been frozen in shock that time. With a groan Sam’s tongue went deep in to her mouth and he started his invasion of her.
Sarah clung to him letting his hands roam wherever and enjoying every moment of it.
Suddenly she felt herself pushed violently away from him and she fell helplessly to the bed.
Sam stood looking down at her his fists clenched and his eyes slightly glazed.
“I think that this was the part where I walked away, that other time,” he growled at her.
Sarah’s lips quivered in remembered anguish.
Sam bent over her, forcing her to a lying position and pinning her hands up over her head. “What would you like me to do this time?” he asked roughly.
Sarah looked up at him with dark eyes, filled with excitement. “Take me Sam,” she pleaded hoarsely. “Do it to me now, do it hard!”
The blood rushed to his ears he could hear it pumping through his body, he grasped both her wrists in one of his large hands and let his free hand wander down toward her breasts. He grabbed the fabric of her blouse and with one hard tug buttons went flying in all directions. The fabric parted to reveal her body to his burning gaze and his head came down to nibble and kiss. As her skin was exposed though, he suddenly froze.
He looked at her with horror and his mouth tightened in blind fury.
“Is that what he did?” he demanded harshly as he pointed to the slowly fading bruises across her breasts.
Sam released her hands and she sat up to pull the blouse together again. She hugged her arms around herself and rocked slightly her eyes filling slowly with tears and spilling over.
She looked so desolate sitting there. As he watched her, his own eyes filled and he pulled her close. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek and soothed her with soft words.
She clung silently to him for a while, enjoying the warm feel of his strong arms around her.
Finally she pulled away and ran her hand through her hair in a gesture of defeat. “I so did not want this to happen tonight,” she whispered tiredly to him.
He looked at her blankly not understanding.
“I didn’t want you to look at me and see ‘Sarah the victim’.” She jiggled her fingers to look like little apostrophes as she said it, and gave another defeated little sigh.
Sam looked at her appalled. “Is that what that was all about?” he asked in horror. “Those things you said were deliberate to make me so mad with wanting you that I wouldn’t take the time to look at you?”
The look of revulsion on his face made Sarah feel sick. “Of course not!” she exclaimed equally horrified that he could think that. “Those things I said were true!” She broke of as a sob broke through. “I have thought about that train ride. I have fantasised about what might have happened next.” She stopped as he turned on her.
“And that last bit? What was that last bit about?”
“That last bit Sam,” she told him sadly, “was about good old fashioned lust.” She laughed bitterly and a tear rolled down her cheek. “I was finally living one of my fantasies about you, and I got caught up in the moment.” She bowed her head and flushed in embarrassment as she remembered what she had said.
Sam stood watching her, and his fists were doing clenching and unclenching thing again. There were so many emotions raging through him that he couldn’t function at that moment. Rage for the lout that did that to her. Love for her for everything she had come to mean to him. Horror at what had nearly happened to her. Sickness at himself for thinking the things he’d just thought of her. Flattery over what she had just told him. And last but probably most disturbing, was the excitement that raged through him still, as what she had said evoked images of them together.
Time seemed to stop as the two of them withdrew into their own protective shells.
Finally it was Sarah who broke the stalemate with another little sigh.
“So now what?” she asked quietly.
Sam shrugged and ran a shaking hand through his hair.
“I don’t know,” he sighed as he sat down next to her on the bed.
Sarah hooked her arm through his and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I love you Sam,” she said simply.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her. “I love you too Sarah.” he whispered. “So much that I’m not sure how to deal with it.”
She reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. “We’ll figure it out between us.”
Sam suddenly stood up and pulled her to her feet. “Come on let’s go and get something to eat,” he said as he led her from the bedroom.
Their dinner was a subdued meal and neither of them ate much. Sarah sat pushing the food around on her plate, before she finally gave up, and pushed it way from her with a little grunt of frustration.
They cleared the table and she stacked the dishwasher while he made the coffee.
They went through to the living area with their steaming mugs, and the hours ticked by, but neither of them could find the way to make the next move.
“I’ll take you home?” Sam finally suggested as midnight neared its hour.
“No!” Sarah turned on him, her eyes wide with panic. “No Sam! Let me stay with you tonight... Please!” she begged.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her slowly. When he pulled away his eyes were alight with desire. “If you stay here tonight Sarah I won’t be able to not make love to you,” he told her seriously.
She gave a shaky little smile. “That’s what I wanted in the first place – remember?”
“Are you sure?”
Sarah sighed in exasperation. “I was sure when you asked me this afternoon. I was sure, when I came round earlier tonight. And I’m sure now!”
Seeing the doubt in his eyes still, Sarah stood up and led him through to his bedroom. She reached up to kiss him softly on the lips, and began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt.
As the shirt fell away to the floor she stroked her hands across his chest and gently down his arms. “I love the feel of your strong arms,” she sighed softly, “you make me feel so small and dainty, and protected.” She looked up at him and her eyes had darkened with desire.
Sam swallowed as his body responded to her, and the feelings he had for her surged through him.
“Lady...” he whispered softly, “you overwhelm me!” he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.
There were no more words between them, no more doubts or hesitation. He loved her that night as he never had before with anyone.
When they were finally satisfied, she curled up to him and slept, a soft smiled on her lips and her eyes flickered as she dreamt. His arms tightened around her and she gave a soft contented sigh.
Sam knew that she was the one. The one he could love. The one he could grow old with. The one he could cherish. He knew she would never betray or abandon him. Their children would be happy and healthy.
He always planned on marrying one day, of fathering a child or two. What he hadn’t planned on was having the feelings he had for Sarah. When he was with her he was never in control, and he was a man who needed that desperately. Everything he had ever done was in the hope of keeping his life on an even keel.
He couldn’t explain why he had this deep seated need; he’d had loving parents, doting in fact as he had been a late unexpected bonus; his elder brothers where ten and twelve years older than him. They had been good to him as he had grown up but their lives were separate from his, and had always been.
He sighed softly into her hair and drifted into a deep sleep.
His dreams were of Sarah... and the bunch of kids that they would have...
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