No buts. We're not getting into that now. We're having more sex. He was waiting for it, I was waiting for it. We had some; some doesn't mean that we're anything approaching finished. That's not our style. Sam knows that's not our style.
Sam freakin' loves that it's not our style.
...I hate him for corrupting my mind. He owes me a distraction for that tainted thought.
I put my index finger to my mouth and gave him a quiet "Shhh..." before pressing my lips against Sam's again, starting a slow trail of kisses from his mouth down his jaw, to his neck, then his chest, and was trying to continue my way down when he spoke up again.
"Carly, cut it out, come on."
Why does he have to have a spine today?!
"Don't you want me to?" I looked up at him.
I would. In a heartbeat. Maybe then I could have some more fun instead of ruining my night over a damn phone call from a slutty person who is supposed to be my friend.
"Call her. We can go as many times as you want afterwards."
God damnit!
"Go with me as many times as I want and I'll call her afterwards."
"Go with me as many times as I want and I'll call her afterwards."
No, that can't work. By then, I'll forget. So that can't be how it goes. Even if I'm looking at no more sex for the next year, or whatever, that can't be how it goes. Madsen and Alex owe me so bad, it's not even freakin' funny. And they better know that.
But with that look on her face, I can't tell her no. I can be really subtle about it, but I can't tell her no directly, not when this is the last way I want to do things.
"Car."
Subtle enough. I'm not giving in, damn you. I have to have willpower every now and again, and this is going to be one of those times.
"Call her."
Don't crack. Have resolve. Can't freakin' crack. Must keep it together. God damn it...
God damnit, he's serious. I give him what he wants giftwrapped in a gold bikini, and he repays me by putting me through hell.
No more costume for him.
"Call her."
If Sam feels so bad about it, why doesn't he call her? Alex'll be looking for a new best friend soon enough.
And Sam will need one after Madsen gets pushed off a ramp by an unknown force and dies.
"Fine." Jackass. "I faked it the second time anyway." Sort of.
I got up, not even looking at the bastard, and went headed into the closet to find something with more coverage than the Leia costume.
Everything I own happens to have more coverage than the Leia costume-with one or two exceptions- so after I put on some underwear I ended up in a denim mini-skirt and a red halter.
Sam knows what he gave up. He can think about it while I'm on the phone.
Doesn't mean I cant rub it in.
"You piss me off." I glared at him, stepping out of the closet and zippering up my skirt. "My problems with Alex have nothing to do with you."
So stop trying to get me to call her.
"And just because you--"
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Nevermind."
I stalked out, going to Julia's room to get her, and found her sitting in her crib next to a teddy bear that was covered in flames.
"Shit." Again. " Sam!"
Picking Julia up, I held her close while checking for injuries, trying to ignore the tears streaming down her cheeks that were breaking my heart and scaring the hell out of me all at once because I couldn't find anything wrong.
"Shh. It's okay, sweetheart."
I carried Julia over to the rocking chair, breathing a sigh of relief when Sam rushed in to put the fire out. I sat down with Jules still sobbing into my shoulder, and noticed the burn on her leg.
Okay, good. Now for the easy part.
If Sam yells at me for doing this, so help me God, he is sleeping on the couch tonight.
"Sure." I sighed and put my hands behind my head, watching her get up and walk into the closet. That's right Sammy, you're not going to be seeing any of that for a while. And you did it to yourself. Because you just freakin' had to 'do what must be done'.
Damn it.
"You piss me off."
There's the death glare, I was waiting for that. "I know." I sighed, and watched her, waiting for the rest of it.
"My problems with Alex have nothing to do with you."
"Everything they do affects us, didn't you say that?" I rolled my eyes. "If you and Alex are fighting, it's going to freakin' affect everyone, and you know it. It's like when Madsen and I fight." I remember threats against my life on that one, when they were trying to get me to talk to him.
Then Arianna and Alex tied us both down and made us talk. Never let it be said my sister and my friends are above extremist measures.
Maybe I should do that for Carly and Alex too...
"And just because you--"
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Nevermind."
I love my daughter. That was perfect timing, almost to the second. I grinned and waited until she walked out of the room to get up, before getting dressed.
"Sam!"
"What?" I headed into Julia's room, figuring she couldn't get her to calm down or something. In which case, I'd take over, the usual. It's not a big deal.
... Or it wouldn't be, if there wasn't fire involved. Shit, again?
"Oh." I muttered, and put out the flames on the teddy bear, then looked over at Carly. "Is she alright?"
"Shh. It's okay, sweetheart."
She burned herself. Nothing bad. I watched Carly heal her, leaning back against the crib with my arms folded, trying not to get annoyed. She preaches all the time about not using her power for every little thing, and that burn is small.
Plus, Julia's never going to learn that starting fires at random isn't good if she gets healed every time. We talked about this. She knows it. Sure, I'd probably crack and do the same thing if it were me, she's my daughter too, but that doesn't change the point here.
... And now I'm getting an idea.
"... You know, now that I think of it..."
Don't give me that look. You knew this was freakin' coming when you did it, Car.
"I'll forgo getting you to talk to Alex if you do it."
I hate that completely adjusted perfectly fine with things look on Sam's face right now. Like I'm not supposed to take care of my daughter and make sure that she's alright. Sure, she has to learn not to set fires, but she's too young to be learning much of anything on that subject.
Sometimes she knows what she can do. Other times, I think it's an accident. She gets excited or lonely and then things just flame up. Not all parents have to worry about their kids setting fires like we do, so when Julia gets hurt it's not like my wanting to help her is an unnatural reaction.
A lot of parents say they wish they could kiss their kids' injuries and make them all better. I pretty much can.
And I'll be damned if that look is going to get me to stop it.
"Don't look at me in that tone of voice. You would do it too."
I sighed, letting Julia continue to wail and stain my shirt with tears while I rubbed her back and rocked her. She scared herself with the fire.
"... You know, now that I think of it..."
He's just thinking of it now?
My boyfriend is getting slow.
"No way in hell."
"I'll forgo getting you to talk to Alex if you do it."
Damnit! That's not fair! I actually have to think about that one!
... This might be a bad idea. She really should talk to Alex, and she knows it, she's just going to put it off as long as humanly possible. Which is absolute crap, because they're best friends. But, whatever.
"Yeah, really." I leaned back against the wall, arms folded, and worked on trying to hold a good front on this one. Maybe I can guilt her into talking to Alex without actually saying anything after she takes care of Madsen. That way, I'd be holding up my end of the bargain.
"You do it, I'll leave you alone about Alex. Deal?" I've got nothing to lose, I'm going to get a ton of crap either way.
"You do it, I'll leave you alone about Alex. Deal?"
"Let me think about it while I get Julia fed and into her pajamas."
With her finally starting to calm down about the fire, I don't want to walk out and leave Sam to make things better. Sometimes, I want to be the one who knows how to calm her down. We did pretty good this week. I'm sure it wouldn't have went half as smoothly without Jake around to remind me not to panic when things started getting frustrating, but I can't keep thinking about that right now.
I can't think of him right now when I promised to give him some space. I just wish things were different.
"Both of them have waited this long, another hour won't kill them."
And I don't feel like doing either one of them any favors at all right now. If I heal Madsen, for all I know, Alex is going to give him celebratory sex. I refuse to be responsible for them going at it again.
And if I call Alex, I'm going to get pissed off at her. Then both Mckiernans will be against me and that's another thing I don't want to deal with right now.
"Come on Jules." I got up with her, surprised at how tightly she was still clinging to me. "Let's get you some dinner."
"Let me think about it while I get Julia fed and into her pajamas."
She thinks about it too much, she's not going to do it. But if I push it too much, she's also not going to do it. I can't win, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try.
"Both of them have waited this long, another hour won't kill them."
Sure.
"Alright." I nodded, trying to accept it at that, pretty much because I have to.
"Come on Jules. Let's get you some dinner."
I let her head out, and then got the phone, calling Madsen to check up on him. I'm not going to tell him anything, because he'll get his hopes up, and if Carly says no I'm going to look like a jackass for it.
And I still feel like a jackass for not sticking with getting her to talk to Alex.
I can't win.
I sighed and dialed, taking the phone with me into our room. "Hey, how's the leg?"
No buts. We're not getting into that now. We're having more sex. He was waiting for it, I was waiting for it. We had some; some doesn't mean that we're anything approaching finished. That's not our style. Sam knows that's not our style.
Sam freakin' loves that it's not our style.
...I hate him for corrupting my mind. He owes me a distraction for that tainted thought.
I put my index finger to my mouth and gave him a quiet "Shhh..." before pressing my lips against Sam's again, starting a slow trail of kisses from his mouth down his jaw, to his neck, then his chest, and was trying to continue my way down when he spoke up again.
"Carly, cut it out, come on."
Why does he have to have a spine today?!
"Don't you want me to?" I looked up at him.
I would. In a heartbeat. Maybe then I could have some more fun instead of ruining my night over a damn phone call from a slutty person who is supposed to be my friend.
"Call her. We can go as many times as you want afterwards."
God damnit!
"Go with me as many times as I want and I'll call her afterwards."
Please be too confused to stop me.
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No, that can't work. By then, I'll forget. So that can't be how it goes. Even if I'm looking at no more sex for the next year, or whatever, that can't be how it goes. Madsen and Alex owe me so bad, it's not even freakin' funny. And they better know that.
But with that look on her face, I can't tell her no. I can be really subtle about it, but I can't tell her no directly, not when this is the last way I want to do things.
"Car."
Subtle enough. I'm not giving in, damn you. I have to have willpower every now and again, and this is going to be one of those times.
"Call her."
Don't crack. Have resolve. Can't freakin' crack. Must keep it together. God damn it...
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God damnit, he's serious. I give him what he wants giftwrapped in a gold bikini, and he repays me by putting me through hell.
No more costume for him.
"Call her."
If Sam feels so bad about it, why doesn't he call her? Alex'll be looking for a new best friend soon enough.
And Sam will need one after Madsen gets pushed off a ramp by an unknown force and dies.
"Fine." Jackass. "I faked it the second time anyway." Sort of.
I got up, not even looking at the bastard, and went headed into the closet to find something with more coverage than the Leia costume.
Everything I own happens to have more coverage than the Leia costume-with one or two exceptions- so after I put on some underwear I ended up in a denim mini-skirt and a red halter.
Sam knows what he gave up. He can think about it while I'm on the phone.
Doesn't mean I cant rub it in.
"You piss me off." I glared at him, stepping out of the closet and zippering up my skirt. "My problems with Alex have nothing to do with you."
So stop trying to get me to call her.
"And just because you--"
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Nevermind."
I stalked out, going to Julia's room to get her, and found her sitting in her crib next to a teddy bear that was covered in flames.
"Shit." Again. " Sam!"
Picking Julia up, I held her close while checking for injuries, trying to ignore the tears streaming down her cheeks that were breaking my heart and scaring the hell out of me all at once because I couldn't find anything wrong.
"Shh. It's okay, sweetheart."
I carried Julia over to the rocking chair, breathing a sigh of relief when Sam rushed in to put the fire out. I sat down with Jules still sobbing into my shoulder, and noticed the burn on her leg.
Okay, good. Now for the easy part.
If Sam yells at me for doing this, so help me God, he is sleeping on the couch tonight.
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"Sure." I sighed and put my hands behind my head, watching her get up and walk into the closet. That's right Sammy, you're not going to be seeing any of that for a while. And you did it to yourself. Because you just freakin' had to 'do what must be done'.
Damn it.
"You piss me off."
There's the death glare, I was waiting for that. "I know." I sighed, and watched her, waiting for the rest of it.
"My problems with Alex have nothing to do with you."
"Everything they do affects us, didn't you say that?" I rolled my eyes. "If you and Alex are fighting, it's going to freakin' affect everyone, and you know it. It's like when Madsen and I fight." I remember threats against my life on that one, when they were trying to get me to talk to him.
Then Arianna and Alex tied us both down and made us talk. Never let it be said my sister and my friends are above extremist measures.
Maybe I should do that for Carly and Alex too...
"And just because you--"
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Nevermind."
I love my daughter. That was perfect timing, almost to the second. I grinned and waited until she walked out of the room to get up, before getting dressed.
"Sam!"
"What?" I headed into Julia's room, figuring she couldn't get her to calm down or something. In which case, I'd take over, the usual. It's not a big deal.
... Or it wouldn't be, if there wasn't fire involved. Shit, again?
"Oh." I muttered, and put out the flames on the teddy bear, then looked over at Carly. "Is she alright?"
"Shh. It's okay, sweetheart."
She burned herself. Nothing bad. I watched Carly heal her, leaning back against the crib with my arms folded, trying not to get annoyed. She preaches all the time about not using her power for every little thing, and that burn is small.
Plus, Julia's never going to learn that starting fires at random isn't good if she gets healed every time. We talked about this. She knows it. Sure, I'd probably crack and do the same thing if it were me, she's my daughter too, but that doesn't change the point here.
... And now I'm getting an idea.
"... You know, now that I think of it..."
Don't give me that look. You knew this was freakin' coming when you did it, Car.
"I'll forgo getting you to talk to Alex if you do it."
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Sometimes she knows what she can do. Other times, I think it's an accident. She gets excited or lonely and then things just flame up. Not all parents have to worry about their kids setting fires like we do, so when Julia gets hurt it's not like my wanting to help her is an unnatural reaction.
A lot of parents say they wish they could kiss their kids' injuries and make them all better. I pretty much can.
And I'll be damned if that look is going to get me to stop it.
"Don't look at me in that tone of voice. You would do it too."
I sighed, letting Julia continue to wail and stain my shirt with tears while I rubbed her back and rocked her. She scared herself with the fire.
"... You know, now that I think of it..."
He's just thinking of it now?
My boyfriend is getting slow.
"No way in hell."
"I'll forgo getting you to talk to Alex if you do it."
Damnit! That's not fair! I actually have to think about that one!
"Really?"
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... This might be a bad idea. She really should talk to Alex, and she knows it, she's just going to put it off as long as humanly possible. Which is absolute crap, because they're best friends. But, whatever.
"Yeah, really." I leaned back against the wall, arms folded, and worked on trying to hold a good front on this one. Maybe I can guilt her into talking to Alex without actually saying anything after she takes care of Madsen. That way, I'd be holding up my end of the bargain.
"You do it, I'll leave you alone about Alex. Deal?" I've got nothing to lose, I'm going to get a ton of crap either way.
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"Let me think about it while I get Julia fed and into her pajamas."
With her finally starting to calm down about the fire, I don't want to walk out and leave Sam to make things better. Sometimes, I want to be the one who knows how to calm her down. We did pretty good this week. I'm sure it wouldn't have went half as smoothly without Jake around to remind me not to panic when things started getting frustrating, but I can't keep thinking about that right now.
I can't think of him right now when I promised to give him some space. I just wish things were different.
"Both of them have waited this long, another hour won't kill them."
And I don't feel like doing either one of them any favors at all right now. If I heal Madsen, for all I know, Alex is going to give him celebratory sex. I refuse to be responsible for them going at it again.
And if I call Alex, I'm going to get pissed off at her. Then both Mckiernans will be against me and that's another thing I don't want to deal with right now.
"Come on Jules." I got up with her, surprised at how tightly she was still clinging to me. "Let's get you some dinner."
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She thinks about it too much, she's not going to do it. But if I push it too much, she's also not going to do it. I can't win, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try.
"Both of them have waited this long, another hour won't kill them."
Sure.
"Alright." I nodded, trying to accept it at that, pretty much because I have to.
"Come on Jules. Let's get you some dinner."
I let her head out, and then got the phone, calling Madsen to check up on him. I'm not going to tell him anything, because he'll get his hopes up, and if Carly says no I'm going to look like a jackass for it.
And I still feel like a jackass for not sticking with getting her to talk to Alex.
I can't win.
I sighed and dialed, taking the phone with me into our room. "Hey, how's the leg?"
"Dude, it's in a cast. How else would it be?"
"Good point."
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