Hallmark Holiday

By Heidi and Hope
 

Feedback to: Heidi (Bugrad2023@aol.com) and Hope (Hopeann22@yahoo.com)

Disclaimers: We don't own them, but if we did they would all have a
super duper love filled V-Day.

Rating is PG, nothing you wouldn't see on tv. Some innuendo thrown
in for good measure.

Spoilers: Everything up to present. So unless you haven't seen the
show, you shouldn't be spoiled.

Shout out to Heidi who came up with this great idea and sent it to
me saying we needed to do a story for Valentine's Day.  


It was Valentine's Day, I thought with a snort. What a stupid
holiday. It's all about love, and presents. Totally a day created to
make a boatload of money for stupid stores like Hallmark. Do I sound
bitter? You bet your sweet pattotie. I haven't received anything for
Valentine's Day since grade school when the teachers made you make
valentines for everyone in the class. Oh those were the days. But
this year Valentine's Day was better than anything I could have
hoped for. Sit back and let me tell you a little story about how
this year, Margaret got herself some holiday love.


Early Valentine's Day....

I walked into the office and stopped dead in my tracks.  On the desk
sat a beautiful bouquet of pink roses.  In all of my life, I'd never
gotten flowers on Valentine's Day.  It was a shocking surprise to
say the least. I always managed to be single on this blessed
holiday. Mostly through no fault of my own, it always just seemed
that I never had a boyfriend at this time of year. The few times I
did have one, he never remembered it was a holiday, much less to
send flowers to me. These flowers were gorgeous. The pink on the
roses were in various shades from the palest to the most vibrant. I
couldn't stop touching their soft petals. I could feel tears
pricking at the back of my eyes. Who had taken the time to send me
such beautiful flowers, and why?

"Wow, Margaret.  Have a secret admirer?"  Leo asked as he entered
the office. He saw the way his assistant was touching and staring at
the flowers.

"I guess.  Aren't they gorgeous? I can't believe someone sent them
to me. I mean come on, I'm more of a potted plant type girl, not
roses. Ginger, she's the roses type of person. Maybe these are for
her and were delivered here by mistake." I said trying to keep the
despair out of my voice. If these were meant for someone else, that
would be too cruel a joke even for fate to play on me.

"They are gorgeous, but come on Margaret. You're every bit as pretty
as Ginger. If anyone deserves roses, it's you. Just think of
everything that you put up with from me everyday." Leo said.

"You didn't by any chance send them to me, did you Leo?"

"Come on Margaret, who always sent Jenny flowers for holidays and
our anniversaries? You know it was you, so what makes you think that
I would remember on my own?"

"You're right." I said as I followed Leo into his office to give him
the messages and run down the schedule.

I walked back to the desk and looked at the arrangement again.
Tucked into the center was a little card that I hadn't noticed
before. I fished out the card to see whom it was addressed to. Sure
enough on the outside of the envelope was my name.  I hadn't planned
on reading it until later, but the temptation was too much now that
I knew it was meant for me.  The card read:
      

    I hope this day is special for you.
                 Love, Sam


So, Sam Seaborn is sending me flowers and signing the card 'Love,
Sam'.  What a sweet man. Sam had been the one guy who always took
the time to say hello when he saw me in the halls of the White
House.  It was nice to be acknowledged on a day that was typically
reserved for lovers and special significant others.  Sometimes being
single on Valentine's Day just sucked.  I thought about my plans for
the night...fast food dinner and tv, maybe a long soak to break
things up a little. I wonder what made him send me flowers? Before I
could come up with an answer Leo's next appointment walked in and
the phone started ringing. I pushed the thought of the roses out of
my mind until later and got to work.


Later in the day......

"Hey Margaret."  Sam flashed a smile at me.  He sat down at my table
in the mess where I was finishing a late lunch. I could feel the
blush start creeping into my cheeks when Sam sat down. I remembered
his flowers and the lovely card. I knew that I needed to ask him why
he sent them.

"Hi Sam.  Thanks for the flowers.  That was really nice of you."  
I'd found out from some sources in the gossip pool that my flowers
were the only ones that had been delivered that day, so far.   

"You are very welcome." He said as he looked at me with those
piercing blue eyes. I could feel myself getting lost in them. Whoa,
where did that come from? I mean I know Sam is cute and can have any
woman he could want, so why would he be interested in me? Besides,
he's my friend. The guy I hung out with on the campaign trail when
he was kicked out of his room. He's the one I complain to when Leo's
being a bear. I can not have thoughts like that about him.

"I gotta get back, but thanks again." I stood up to quick and got a
little light headed. Sam quickly stood up and grabbed a hold to
steady me. As I looked up at him, I knew I was a goner. I defiantly
liked Sam, and wanted him to be my valentine this year. Once I was
steady, I said a quick goodbye and hurried back to the safety of my
office. My crush had sent flowers on a day for lovers.  Life was
definitely looking up this year and it was only February. Maybe I
was reading too much into things, but maybe Sam liked me too.

***

 

I did it this year.  I finally worked up the courage to send her
some flowers.  No, not Ginger or Carol, but Margaret.  Margaret
Dixon is the one woman who deserves them more than anyone in the
west wing.  I mean, she puts up with Leo and the rest of the senior
staff.  When we needed a shoulder to cry on, or a friend to drink
with, Margaret isthe one that you call. She's always there, just on
the edge of everything. If you didn't know her, you'd miss her. She
works so hard to blend, but I can always spot her in the crowd.

There were lots of times on the campaign trail that she had to put
up with me when I was kicked out of our room so Josh and Mandy could
have hot monkey lovin' and CJ wouldn't let me bunk with her.  Those
were some of my favorite nights. Not that we did anything except
talk. At the time I was still stinging over the break up with Lisa,
so being around a woman who was willing to just be a friend with me
was about all I was ready for. But those late night sessions were
fun. We'd talk about ourselves, Governor Bartlet, and other
staffers. She always had the best stories from the days at the Labor
Department. I think that slowly she started to work her way into my
heart. I will admit that signing the card 'I love you' was a pretty
big sign that I liked her, that I wanted her. I only hope that she
got the message.

When I saw her in the mess at lunch, I just had to go over and say
hi.  Margaret was nice and thanked me for sending the flowers.  I
could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to say something
else, but didn't.  When she wavered as she stood up, I was the one
that was there to steady her, me Sam Seaborn. I wanted her to look
at me as something other than her friend. The urge to kiss her was
there, but I didn't do it.  I had just declared my feelings for her,
I couldn't rush things or she would go running in the opposite
direction.


"Hey Josh."  I said as he passed me in the hall. My mind was still
preoccupied with thoughts of Margaret. I noticed that happening more
and more lately. I even had taken to listening to her talk with
Bonnie and Ginger about her disastrous dates. Secretly I was pleased
that all these jerks were not getting any where with her. That was
making my job of wooing her that much easier. And woo her I would,
because I was smitten with her. It had taken seeing Lisa again to
make me realize that Margaret was the one that I wanted. She treated
me the way I have always wanted to be treated. I knew that I had to
make my move soon. Lisa was the catalyst, so let's hope that I'm not
out in left field when it comes to her feelings for me.

"Hey, what is this story about you sending Margaret roses, when I
know that you only sent Ginger and Bonnie daisies?" Josh said as he
fell into step with me.

"I did send her roses because she deserved them. She does so much
around here and I think that we all take her for granted. I mean
come on Josh, who else could put up with so much from Leo and still
manage to be pleasant to the rest of us? I think that woman is a
saint." And she's funny, caring, and sexy as hell, but I can't say
that out loud. CJ would smack me so hard, I wouldn't know what
happened.

"Are you sure it wasn't something else?"  Josh asked with a hint of
something in his voice that I couldn't discern.

"No, we're just friends." Though heaven help me if the chance for
more ever arose, I would jump on her, I mean it, so fast. I have got
to get these thoughts under control, or I might slip up in front of
her.

"Are you gonna ask her to the President's Love Movie Night and make
out in the back of the theater like teenagers?"  Josh began laughing
as he neared the end of that statement. We entered my office and I
went behind my desk to sit down. Josh's little comment about making
out with Margaret was causing some interesting thoughts in my brain,
which then transformed into some interesting reactions in my body,
if you know what I mean.

"I don't know, are you going to bring Donna and make out with her?"
I fire back. Misdirection is the name of the game. Plus I need to
stop thinking about Margaret or I may be in my office for some while
taking care of business.

"Nnno." He stammered out. Yes direct hit. Score one for Seaborn.

"I hadn't thought about it before, but now that you bring it up, I
think I will."  The truth be told, I had thought about asking her to
the movie, but Valentine's Day and a love movie ratcheted up the
expectations, and I didn't want her to feel forced into coming with
me. I like her and want to go about wooing her. I mean come on what
are the odds that she feels the same about me. Granted she knows
most of the sordid detains of my life, and yet she still hangs
around. She probably just feels bad for me. Well I think that I
might wander over there and see if she would be willing to accompany
me to the movie fest.

"Good, you need some happiness and love in your life."  Josh walked
away before I could respond.  I need happiness and love in my life?  
What a joke.  Love was a joke before I knew Margaret.  Lisa left me
and I didn't want anything to do with love for a very long time.  
Even Mallory knew my heart wasn't in seeing her and we drifted
apart. But loving Margaret has been easy. With Lisa it always felt
like I was doing something wrong. Like I wasn't wearing the right
clothes, or ordering the right foods. With Mallory, I was worried
that if I blew things, she'd run to her dad and have me fired. I was
walking around on eggshells, waiting for the shoe to drop. But
Margaret was different. She's seen me at my best, and worst. Hell,
I've seen her at the crack of dawn without a bit of makeup and her
hair all tousled from sleep. With her, I feel the most like myself.

I can only hope that she feels even a tenth of what I feel for her.

***

 

"Hi Sam.  Is there something you needed to see Leo about?"  Margaret
asked.  I hadn't expected to see him after our lunch together. To be
truthful I was a little nervous about seeing him after the way I
acted. I flaked out and acted like a love struck teenager. Augh,
listen to me, I sound like such a ninny.

"No, actually I came to see you."  Sam could see the soft blush on
her cheeks. He sat down on the corner of her desk, waiting for her
question.  I want to ask her. Should I just come out with it, or
lead up to it? God this is harder than I thought it would be. Maybe
I should just do what Josh does and run into woman hoping that
they'll get the idea that I'm interested. No I can't do that.

"About what?"  What could he possibly want to see me for? He's going
to tell me that the flowers were a mistake. I knew that, but I let
my hopes get up. Gosh I really hate this stupid holiday. Damn those
card manufacturers. Why must they torture me year in and year out?

"I wanted to ask if you had plans for tonight?" Man, I hope that she
doesn't have plans. I haven't overheard anyone mention her having a
boyfriend this year, but what if she does? Oh I could be making a
huge mistake and a giant fool out of myself. Well if she's busy then
I'll play it off. You know the old standard, a bunch of us were
getting together...

"Not really, just a soak in the tub and some tv or reading.  Why?  
Is there something you need me to do?" Oh my god. Did I just tell
him that I was going to take a bath? Granted if there was anyone
that I would tell that too, it would be Sam. But he just sent me
flowers and signed them love. Oh I am so stupid. He's going to
really know what a loser I am, since I don't have a date for
Valentine's Day. Boy could my life suck any harder right now?

For a brief moment I had a vision of her in the bathtub, surrounded
by candlelight and bubbles. My body was going to betray me very
quickly if I didn't say something to get my mind off her glistening
soapy body, come on Seaborn snap out of it. "No, I wanted to ask if
you wanted to go with me to the President's Movie Night tonight?"
There it's out there. She can take it anyway that she wants. I'll
not put any pressure on her. I hope that she says yes.

"What movie are they showing?" Ok, why is Sam asking me out? What
could he possibly be thinking? I bet that his date fell through and
he doesn't want to look stupid showing up by himself. That must be
why he sent the flowers. Trying to butter me up early so that I
would agree to go with him. Since I really don't have anything else
to do, I guess that I could go and help him save face. After all
that's what friends do, they help each other out. I guess that soak
can wait a few hours.

"I don't know yet." Man, why didn't I think to ask Charlie what
movies they were playing. God I can be really stupid at this. Man it
has been too long if I don't even remember to find out what movie
I'm taking a date to.

"I would love to go with you."  I smiled at him and I felt my heart
beat a little faster when he smiled back.  It had been so long since
anyone had asked me to do anything.  It was nice to be asked, and
since I haven't been out in a while this should be fun.

"Okay, I will swing by here about 6 to pick you up." Great she's
going to go with me. I start to walk toward the door. I need to go
work on what I'm going to say to her tonight. I need to be funny,
but not sound rehearsed. In order to accomplish that I need to write
some things down and see how they sound.

"Thanks Sam.  I will be ready to go." He's walking really fast to
the door. He must really want to get a way from me. Oh that's just
great. Already I bet that he's regretting asking me. That's ok, when
he comes back later I can let him off the hook if that's what he
wants.

"Okay, see you later."

"Bye Sam."  I watched him walk away. Now what exactly will this be?
Is it a real date, or just two friends who are single hanging out on
the holiday for lovers? Well I guess I'll find out at 6.

***

 

"Okay.  We are ready to start.  The movie that we are showing
tonight, in honor of Valentine's Day, is "The Quiet Man".The
President announced when everyone had arrived and found their seats.

"Ugh."  Josh groaned and Donna elbowed him.

Sam and Margaret sat way in the back.  The staff that had been
invited was scattered around the theater. Toby and Ginger were
sitting in the middle of the theater.  CJ and Will Sawyer were
sitting on one side near the wall.  Josh and Donna were sitting
close to the President and Abbey.

***
I was wondering why Sam had chosen to sit in the back where no one
else could see us.  She felt his arm drape across the back on her
seat and across her shoulders.  It felt right.  It felt nice. I had
tried to back out of the date when Sam arrived at my desk, but he
wanted nothing of it. He told me that we were going to watch the
movie and have fun. So, I just let go of the fact that he took off
quickly earlier and just decided that I was going to have fun.

The movie was long, but it was so good.  I love John Wayne and
Maureen O'Hara movies. The sparks that flew when those two got into
it was great. But as much as I love the movie, it's hard to watch a
love story when I don't have any love in my life at the moment.  Sam
is a great friend, but what did he want?  Was he interested in me
because I might be quiet and willing to sleep with him because he
showed me some attention? Did he want a real relationship with me?  
No, Sam wasn't like that. He must have a reason for this, I just
wish I knew what it was.  I need to know what is going on with him.

***
Why did she say yes?  Did she want a relationship with me?  I feel
ready to start that part of my life again. Seeing Lisa again had
made me realize that there was a part of me that needed a woman in
my life, that I need to find someone to be with that could and would
make me happy.  I knew that it was time to move forward and find
someone that made me happy and the person that did was Margaret. I
need to let her know how I feel so that we can make a decision on
where we want to go in the future.

I want to tell her that I have, slowly over the years, fallen in
love with her. I didn't realize it until I sat in my office and
talked to Lisa about why we broke up. I know that she said it wasn't
because of my lack of cool, but I think it was. Whenever we went
out, I always felt like her friends didn't understand me. I
was a lawyer, so that was ok, but my unusual knowledge of things and
the comments that I made always made someone uncomfortable. Then
Lisa and I would come home and she'd say that I was showing off and
trying to make her friends feel stupid. I'd try to explain that I
was trying to liven up the conversation. She'd give me a look and
then go to bed.  I spent many, many nights on the outrageously
expensive couch that she insisted we need.  It wasn't that
comfortable.

When everything fell apart, I knew that it came back to the fact
that I was unusual. I could be smart, and handsome, but Lisa didn't
want me to speak, because I always said something that she didn't
like. With Margaret, things were different. We'd sit in her hotel
room, or on the bus and talk. She never made me feel stupid because
I wasn't into the latest music craze, or know about the latest best
seller. I could be open and honest with her. She found my unusual
knowledge and quirks likable and sweet. She even told me that
it was nice to find someone who was comfortable in their own skin
for once. She getting tired of the pretentiousness that guys always
tried to portray. So tonight, I plan on telling her that this guy
loves her and see where that gets me.  I am not trying to get into
her pants right now.  I want to take it slow and have a real
relationship that isn't based on the sex. But if she wants to, I
won't turn her down.

*****
The President just called and intermission. I looked over at Sam and
he had the strangest statement. It's like he wants to say something
to me, but he's unsure. Now, that's just weird. Sam is always
confident and sure. I think that there has been only a few times
when he wasn't, and I always tried to be there for him when he
wasn't. I reached over and took his hand.

"Sam," I said, "Is there something wrong? Do you want to talk about
it?" I can feel his hand shake. I know that something big is going
on. The only other time I felt his hand shake like this was the
night that told me about his breakup with Lisa. Oh my god, I could
feel the light bulb over my head like in a cartoon clicking on.
That was it. He and Lisa must have reconciled after the State of the
Union. He must have wanted to bring me here to tall me about it. The
love he mentioned must have been in a brotherly way since I had
helped him out so much. I felt a sharp pain in the vicinity of my
heart when my brain finally worked this out. But I'll think about
that later. Right now, my friend needs to talk to me and I need to
listen and be supportive to him.  That's what friends do, even if
someone's heart is breaking into a million tiny pieces.

*****
She grabbed my hand and asked if I needed to talk. God looking into
her eyes, I see the beginning of unshed tears. Looking at her
worried face, I'm struck with how beautiful she is. I swallow the
lump that is in my throat and prepare to tell her what I had spent
an hour working on saying.

"Margaret, I want to tell you something. It's been building for a
while. Seeing Lisa caused what I feel to come to the surface, and I
think now is the right time to tell you." I look at her to try and
judge her reaction to my words.

*****
"Sam, you can tell me anything, but I think I already know what this
is about. I think that if Lisa wants to give you two another chance,
then I think you should go for it. I know how much she meant to you.
Just remember that I'll be here for you." I tell him as I feel a
tear slid down my cheek.  I hope that it is dark enough that he
can't see it.  I don't want him to feel bad for doing something that
is right for him.

****
Wait, what did she say? She thinks Lisa and I are getting back
together? Oh, how could she think that? I need to set her straight.

"No Margaret. Lisa and I are not getting back together, ever. Seeing
her again made me realize that I'm over her and ready to start a new
relationship with this outstanding woman in my life. I realized that
this woman in my life cares about me and sees me in ways that Lisa
never could. I need to tell her how much I love her and need her in
my life before some other guy comes along and sweeps her away. Do
you understand what I am saying?" I look at her with what I hope is
all the love I feel for her shining in my eyes. I want her to know
that she is that special woman and that I want this Valentine's Day
to be special. I want it to be our anniversary.

*****
"Sam, are you saying what I think your saying?" I stare at him and
look into his eyes. I see love, longing, and friendship reflected
back at me. The pain in my chest lessens and I realize that it's me
he loves. No one else but me, Margaret. I put my hands on his face
and pull him to me. I gently kiss his lips. I feel like a drowning
woman going down for the last time. But for some reason, I'm not
scared of falling because I know that Sam is there to catch me.

"I love you too Samuel Norman Seaborn."

"I love you Margaret Rebecca-Ann Dixon."

***

 

Oh my god is the only thing I can think of right now.  Sam and I
just admitted that we love each other.  In the Presidential Theater
of all places.  I don't think anyone overheard us.  I look around
and see Josh and Donna, huddled and softly talking to each other.  
Toby and Ginger are staring straight ahead.  CJ and Will Sawyer look
like they wish they were someplace else.  I turn back to look at
Sam.  I want to invite him home, I want to show him how much I love
him.  Plus, he is really hot and I want to be getting some of his
fine loving. I hear the rumors and the gossip in the restrooms and
by the Danish carts in the mornings.  Oh, the President just stood
up, I need to focus on what he's saying and get my mind out of the
gutter.  Besides, just because Sam said he loves me doesn't
necessarily mean he wants to sleep with me.  We both turn our
attention to the President.

"I want to thank you all for coming to Movie Night.  I know it is
Valentine's Day, so go home to that special person."  President
Bartlet said, as he and Abbey made their way out the door and back
to the residence.

I want Sam to come home with me and make it an amazing night in more
than one way.  I notice that everyone is gathering their things and
starting to leave.  I however, am rooted to my chair, with both fear
and amazement.  I really want him, now if I could only think of how
to get him to come back to my place. Then fate steps in and takes
care of it for me.

"Hey, let's go back to my place."  Sam whispers in my ear.  Yes,
thank you Cupid, you fat little cherub.  Remind me to never say bad
things about you if tonight ends like I'm hoping it will.

"Okay.  Let's get out of here then."  I boldly say back to him.  I
have never, ever gone home with a man who just admitted his love for
me.  Hell, I can barely remember the last guy that I did go home
with, and he didn't even love me.  I stand up and get me things and
follow Sam out of the theater.  I begin humming a little tune under
my breath and wiggling my hips.  Oh yes, this Valentine's Day is
starting to look good.  If all goes right tonight, it might be the
best one yet.  A girl can dream.


Sam's Apartment....

"Wow, this place is nice."  His apartment is warm and homey.  It is
just how I pictured it to be when I was dreaming about him.  Whoa,
can't say that out loud.  All he needs to know is that I had
fantasized about him in the past.  When he would come to my room
during the campaign, I'd imagine his hands trailing down my body.  I
can feel my arousal start low in my belly as I remember some of my
more vivid dreams about Sam.  Is it getting warm in here, or is it
just me?  I need to refocus before I lose it.

"Yeah.  I wanted something that I loved to come home to."  Sam took
my hand and led me to the couch.  I can sense that he wants to
talk.  Any other time, I'd be all for talking, but not tonight.  
Tonight I just want to be in his arms, in his bed.  I want him so
badly I can taste it in my mouth.

"So, are you going to make my night amazing?"  I ask.  Where in the
world did that seductive voice come from?  Oh, I have it so bad.  I
really don't know what has possessed me.  I never act all brazen and
bold like this.  Normally, I am quiet and reserved.  Damn that
cherub, he cast this spell over me.  Well, since he went to all the
trouble, I guess that I should just go with it.

"I can do that.  Do you want me to?"  He looks at me with those blue
eyes and I can feel my knees start to weaken.  Good thing I'm
sitting down.  He reaches toward me and winds his fingers around the
nape of my neck.  Oh, I think that he's going to kiss me.  Please,
let him be about to kiss me.

"God, yes Sam.  I have been dreaming of this day for so long."  I
can't believe I just said that to him.  Now he will definitely think
I am a stalker or something.  Oh to hell with it, if he thinks I'm a
stalker I can live with that.  What I can't live without is feeling
his lips on mine.  Our heads lean together and our lips meet.  It's
a sweet, gentle kiss.  But I want more.  I want lust, unbridled
passion.  I want him to carry me to his bed and rip my clothes off.  
I want him to make made love to me until I forget my name, and am
willing to sell state secrets.  We break apart when the need for
oxygen reaches our brains.    

"Dreaming about me  huh?  Let me make it a reality."  Sam lifted me
into his arms and carried me back to his bedroom.  Okay, either he
has been dreaming about this too, or the man can read my mind.  I'm
hoping it's a bit of both.

He carries me to his room as he trails kisses down the column of my
throat.  I moan his name at the sensations that he is creating low
in my belly.  I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs and all
he's done is kiss me.  Oh, this is definitely going to be a great
night.  He lays me on the bed and stands up to begin removing his
clothes.  I am transfixed as I watch each new patch of skin being
revealed to me.  When he gets down to his boxers, he stops and
brings his eyes to my face.  I know that he had caught me watching
him.  I can tell that it excited him more, if the bulge in his
boxers is any indication.  I decide that it must be my turn to strip
for him.  I sit up on my knees and begin to unfasten my blouse.  I
let it slide down my arms and I throw it off to the side, not caring
that it will be a wrinkled mess tomorrow, and the fact that there
will be questions.  I move to the side zipper of my skirt and lower
it.  Now, I realize that I'm in a bit of a jam.  The only way to
remove this skirt is to stand up on the bed, or climb off so that I
can lower it.  But Sam and his glorious ability to read my mind,
knows that something is going on.  He walks to the bed and pulls me
up so that I am standing on the bed.  He tugs the skirt down my hips
and I am left were nothing but a red bra and panty set and thigh
highs.  Hey, I had forgotten that I put those on this morning.  
Looking into Sam's eyes tells me that he appreciates the fact that I
wore them.  I slowly shimmy out of my bra and am there in just a
pair of panties and the thigh highs.

He pulls me close and starts placing kisses on my abdomen.  I reach
toward him and bury my hands in his hair.  I want him to move
lower.  I need him to move lower.  Sensing my need, he starts moving
down toward the goal.  He slips his hands inside my panties and
around to cup my ass, and pulls me even closer.  He pulls my panties
down, and kisses his way down my legs.  When he reaches my feet, he
asks me to step out of them, which of course I do.  I decide that
standing up is not all its rated to be, so once I am out of my
panties, I lay down on the bed.  This encourages him and he kisses
his way back up my legs.  He stops when he reaches my wet curls.  He
pauses to inhale the scent of my arousal.  He dips two fingers
inside and brings some moisture out to rub on my clit.  Since I have
been on the edge of near arousal for the last few minutes, the few
strokes of his fingers sends me over the edge.  I am screaming his
name and praising the lord all at once.    

"Wow, and I didn't even have to do anything yet."  Sam smirks at his
abilities.

"God, Sam.  Make mad, passionate love to me."  I beg him.  I need to
feel him inside me.  If that mind blowing orgasm is any indication
of what he can do, then I am so glad that I came home with him
tonight.  I want more than this one night, but we can talk about
that tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day where reality can set
in.  I need this, I need him tonight.  He's all mine.

"In a while.  I have to take my time and explore every bit of you."  
He goes back to stroking me with his fingers.  It feels incredible
and I tell him so.  I can feel the arousal starting again, not as
urgent as before, now more of a slow burn.  I reach down and pull
him up to me for a deep, wet kiss.  I want his brain as scrambled as
mine is.  I want him to feel as out of control as I do.  I like
feeling this out of control.  This isn't me, but it feels so
wonderful that I don't give a damn right now.


*********
Oh god, she's wearing thigh highs, and I made her come just from
touching her.  I am so amazed.  She is everything I could want in a
woman and I am determined that she will have an amazing night,
because I love and care for her.  Plus, she is so damn sexy.  I hope
that she doesn't care that I have every intention of leaving those
stockings on.  They are so sexy.  I lean in and kiss her some more.  
I could kiss her all day and still be finding new sensations and
flavors of her mouth.  I decide that I need to pay attention to her
pouty breasts.  I lean down and take a dusky nipple into my mouth,
like a greedy child.  Her moans grow louder as I continue to suck,
switching from one nipple to the other and back to the first one.  I
feel her hands travel down my chest and down to my boxers.  When she
strokes me through the material, I feel my head spinning.  I need to
be inside her.  I sit up and quickly remove my boxers, and open the
nightstand drawer looking for some condoms.  I pray that there are
some in there and that they haven't expired.  This could be
embarrassing if we have to stop the path that we are on.  Finally
with a prayer of thanks to the condom gods, I locate one and slip it
on.  I look down at her and she reaches out to stroke me again.  I
move myself and get settled between her milky thighs.  She guides me
into her depths and we let out a collective sigh when I slip and am
buried to the hilt.  She stiffened momentarily while her body
adjusted to me, then we began to move and match each other thrust
for thrust.  It is the most amazing feel to be inside the one that
you have loved for so long and lusted after for a very long time.  I
am amazed that I managed to last this long.


*****
Oh my god.  Sam is inside me and it is every thing that I imagined
it would be.  There was a moment of discomfort, because the gossips
were correct.  He is a big man, and right now he's all mine.  We are
grunting and groaning with exertion, but it feels so good.  Before I
realize it, he slips his hand between us and rubs my clit a few
times and I am gone.  I'm screaming his name and hoping that I don't
wake the neighbours.  He follows me moments later with my name on his
lips.  Before I have much time to slow my beating heart, he slips
out of me to throw away the condom.  He returns to the bed and lays
down, pulling me close to him.  My bones feel like Jell-O, so I just
go with it.  He places a kiss on my forehead and whispers of his
love as I drift off to sleep.  This has got to be the best
Valentine's Day ever.


*********
I watch as she falls asleep.  This night was amazing.  I got to make
love to the person that I love on a holiday for lovers.  I want to
be with her for a million years.  There is nothing in the world that
I want more right now.

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