[Fic] Sam's No Ordinary Copper - part 6 (Sam/Annie)
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Sam’s No Ordinary Copper
Chapter six
Fandom: Life On Mars
Pairing: Sam/Annie
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: some sappiness, slight fluff, mentions of blood (yes, odd combination huh?), some violence, language, and some adult themes
Notes: Takes place after the end of season two (so spoilers for all the episodes); and it’s up to the reader whether they’ve kissed at the end or not.
Also, see if you can spot any references to other things in here.
Summary: Just another day in the life of Sam Tyler.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters; I’m only having fun.
~**~
On the way to the police station the next morning, Sam stopped by the store and picked up a few items that he thought Annie might need. By doing this he was either going to look like a lovesick moron or Annie will praise him for being thoughtful.
“Hey, boss,” said Phyllis when he walked in. “What’s in the bag?”
“Stuff,” said Sam.
“That narrows it down.”
“Most of it is for Annie,” he explained further.
“Any hangover stuff in there?”
“No, why?”
“I’ve got a bugger of one that won’t go away like I thought it would.”
“Have you tried tomato juice? I hear that does the trick.”
“I know about that, but like I said, I thought it would go away by now.” Phyllis sighed. “I must be getting old.”
Sam gave her a small smile. “Aw, Phyllis; you’re not that old.”
Phyllis smiled, but only a little. “Cheers, boss.”
Sam entered the office and spotted Annie hunched over her desk. He set the plastic bag down on the nearest desk by the door, opened it, and took out the items he figured she’d need right now.
“Morning, sir,” she said despondently when he walked up to her. Sam placed a couple Kitkats on her desk in front of her. She stared at them, and then looked up at him in surprise. “What are these for?”
“For you, of course. I hear chocolate helps during... you know.” Sam smiled. “I also got you… women’s medication for your cramps, a box of emergency pads and tampons, an icepack, and a squeezy thingy.” He placed all the items on her desk. Annie stared at it all, mouth slightly agape. She picked up the stress reliever and gave it a few squeezes; the eyes, nose, and ears of it popped out when she did.
“Sam,” she looked up at him, trying to form words. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Um, I’m hoping you would say something nice, and that I’m not an idiot for…”
Annie stood and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, interrupting him. “Oh, Sam! You’re not an idiot; you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known!”
Sam smiled, glad that he’d done the right thing. He was able to move his bad arm a little, but not much, when he hugged her back. “You’re very welcome, Annie.”
She looked up at him. “But why that squeezy… thing?”
“Well, when you’re feeling really stressed out, you can take it out on that thing instead of others.” Sam smiled. “Isn’t that clever?”
Annie stared at him, and then sat back down and began squeezing the stress reliever. Sam stared at her in confusion. “Annie?”
“Are you trying to tell me that I’m crabby when I have my period?”
Sam blinked. “Er, no… just thought, you know, because… I mean, from what I know of women…”
“I don’t get that irritated when it’s my time of the month, you know,” she snapped. “I’m not like other women!”
Sam swallowed, deciding on not pushing her about the subject any further since she was obviously acting the exact opposite. “Yes, of course you’re not like other women.”
“I don’t turn into a complete bitch, you know,” she went on. “I may get cramps and feel bloated sometimes, but I am NOT a bitch.”
“No, of course you’re not…”
“I have much more control over my emotions than other women.”
“Of course you do…”
“I don’t let things irritate me just because I’m bleeding!”
“Yes, I know that, Annie. I just thought you could use…”
“I have total control, Sam!” she cried, squeezing the stress reliever extra hard. “That’s why I’m good at my job; I have total control!”
“You’re right, of course,” he agreed. “You have total control of your emotions.”
She squeezed the stress reliever a few more times before sticking it into the drawer in her desk. Then she ripped open the wrapper on a Kitkat bar, broke off two pieces, and bit into them savagely. Sam stared, not sure if he should be scared or turned on.
“Tyler!” Gene called, opening the door to his office and then gesturing inside it.
Sam gave Annie one last look before going into Gene’s office. “Yes, Guv?”
“We’re going to Max Blackwell’s jewelry store.”
“What for?”
“Because he asked us,” said Gene. “He got his engagement rings back from Mimi’s flat this morning, and he called the station right away and said that he had something for us.”
“What, is he gonna give us a discount on jewelry or something?”
“I don’t know, but let’s go down and have a look see. I’m curious as to what it is.”
Sam didn’t really feel like getting any kind of reward for doing his job, but he went along with Gene anyway. Besides, he was just as curious about what Blackwell was going to offer them.
As they walked out of the office, and they made their way passed everyone’s desks, Sam stopped at Annie’s to explain to her real quick about where they were headed.
“What does Mr. Blackwell want?” said Annie, munching on her second Kitkat.
“I dunno, but I’m sure it won’t take too long. I was wondering if you want me to get you any more chocolate while I’m out.”
Annie thought about it for a moment, and then finally, with a small smile, nodded her head.
“Another Kitkat?” he asked.
“That and a Mars bar.”
“Consider it done,” said Sam, and then he leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“Oi, let’s go, Tyler. Leave your mating ritual for later.”
Annie smiled, blushing softly. Sam smiled back, and then followed the Guv out.
“Why must you turn something sweet like a kiss on the cheek into something dirty?” he asked his Guv.
“That’s because that’s what it is,” said Gene.
“What, dirty?”
“No, a mating ritual, you brain donor. Kissing leads to other things.”
“Like you’d know,” Sam scoffed, but was only partically teasing.
“I would, actually,” said Gene as they walked down the steps of the police station. “How do you think I got married in the first place?”
“You used the Imperius curse?” Sam grumbled.
“The what?”
Sam shook his head. “Never mind.”
They got into Gene’s Cortina. He looked at Sam funny, as he usually did whenever Sam muttered something from the future, and then started the car.
“Please, don’t go too fast this time, Guv. You nearly ran over that old lady and her daughter the other day.”
“Shut yer cake ‘ole, you Nancy.”
~**~
“DI Tyler,” greeted Max Blackwell. “And DCI Hunt. Good to see you both.”
“You said you had something for us,” said Gene.
“Oh yes,” smiled Max. He took out a box from behind the counter and opened it. Inside were many beautiful diamond rings. Gene raised his eyebrows, impressed, and then took one out to study it.
“You each get one, as a show of my appreciation,” said Max.
“For free?” said Sam, surprised.
“Of course,” said Max, smiling. “It’s the least I can do. If it weren’t for you two, I would have lost a lot of profit. What’re two rings?”
“By the looks of it, I’d say over a thousand pounds,” said Gene. He examined a few other rings, as if sizing them up, and then finally decided on one. Max moved the box closer to Sam.
“Go on, Inspector; take one.”
Sam pursed his lips as he looked at them all. He wasn’t sure at first if he should, but he figured since Max was really set on giving them one (and it’ll save him some money in the long run), it would be rude not to accept. Many were small, and most were engagement rings. Gene had picked a normal anniversary ring from the bunch, and Sam guessed he picked it for his wife. He looked through them, trying to decide. He had no idea what Annie’s finger size was either, but he knew she was much smaller than him; his own fingers were pretty thick.
“Just pick one, Tyler,” said Gene. “I’m sure whichever one you get her she’ll like it.”
Sam smiled. He had a feeling Gene knew that he was getting one for Annie. “I’m trying to think of what her finger size is.”
“If you’re not sure, have a look at this size chart,” said Max, taking it out. “If you don’t guess correctly, then you could just bring it in to have it resized.”
Sam looked at the size chart carefully. After staring at the sizes for a moment, he closed his eyes and concentrated. He thought about her hands, and the size of her fingers whenever he saw them. He pictured the way her fingers looked against his, how slim they were, and then opened his eyes again and looked at the chart.
“That size,” he said, pointing to the one that matched what he’d seen in his mind’s eye.
“Very well, Inspector,” said Max. “Now, go ahead and choose a ring and I’ll resize it for you if it needs it.”
After examining them each carefully, he finally found one that he thought was the loveliest one out of them all. The diamond wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t teeny either. The band was an elegant, smooth silver, and it looked as if it were the right size.
“This one,” he said. “Has to be this one.”
“That’s beautiful, sir,” smiled Max. “She’ll love it.”
~**~
A week later, and Sam’s arm had finally healed up enough where he can use it without a sling. It was still tender if he moved it wrong; or if, say, Ray punched him there. However, he still had the stitches in his head, and seeing how it was the seventies Sam knew that it’ll take a while before he would be able to get them taken out. At least now he didn’t have to wear a bandage around his head (just a small patch to protect the stitches).
The day that he was able to have the sling off, he crept behind Annie while she was going through the filing cabinet at the front desk and wrapped his arms around her. She jumped in surprise, turning around, but then smiled when she saw that it was Sam. He pressed her against the cabinet and kissed her passionately, running his hands up and down her body to show her that he now had use of both arms.
“This is a police station,” said Phyllis when she caught them. “Not make out point.”
They broke apart, cheeks slightly pink, but it was mostly from the exertion they put into the kiss.
“Sorry, Phyllis,” said Sam, smiling shyly.
By mid-day, Phyllis walked up to Sam’s desk while he was looking through one of the newer cases they received.
“Look, boss, I really don’t mind that you and Annie are kissing, but it would be best if you two didn’t do that at the front desk. Some people might get the wrong impression when they come in and see you two glued at the lips.”
“I know, Phyllis,” sighed Sam. “I should have known better anyway; I was just caught up in my feelings for a second.”
“I understand,” she said, winking. “I’m happy for you two, just be more careful around the station.”
“I know,” repeated Sam. “We’re at work so we need to concentrate on only that and keep our love lives for the bedroom.”
“Personally,” said Phyllis quietly, “it doesn’t bother me, so if I catch you, or if any of these other muckers do, I’m sure it’s no big deal. If you two must kiss,” she smiled, “then just do it in a secluded area.”
Sam nodded, getting her point. He used to get annoyed with others in his old division doing just what he and Annie had done, and he’d tell them off for it; and now, here he was, doing just what they had done. He felt like a hypocrite.
“I highly doubt the Guv would mind it either,” said Phyllis. “He’s great that way.”
So, the rest of the day, Sam stayed mostly at his desk and kept his mind on work. When it was finally the end of the day, Sam found Annie at her locker in the break room instead of standing by his desk like normal.
“Annie,” he said softly, coming up to her.
She turned around, gave him a small smile, and then turned back around to her locker. “Sir.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “How come you weren’t waiting for me at my desk?”
“What do you care?” she said snippily, taking Sam aback.
“I do care,” he snapped back. “That’s why I’m asking.”
Finally, after getting her things out of her locker and putting her purse strap across her chest, she turned around, folding her arms. “You ignore me for most of the day and you have the gall to ask me what’s wrong?”
Sam raised his brows, actually surprised. “Hang on, you’re mad at me because you think I was deliberately ignoring you?”
“Well, what am I to think when you do nothing but stay at your desk for most of the day? You don’t even look at me when you do happen to walk by.”
Sam opened and closed his mouth, not sure just what to say to that. He understood how she felt, actually, but he wasn’t sure what the right thing to say to that was. When he didn’t say anything straightaway, Annie took it the wrong way and turned to walk away, a sad look in her eyes, but then Sam reacted immediately by grabbing her and pulling her into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Annie,” he said into her neck. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
“You usually flirt with me,” she admitted softly, sadly. “I was feeling… well, kind of unattractive.”
“You’re not, though,” he said. “Don’t you remember this morning, when I couldn’t stop kissing you?”
“Yeah, I do remember that,” she said. “I was there, you know.”
“Well, Phyllis gave me a talking to about it, and I thought she was right: we should leave most of our lovey-dovey stuff for the privacy of our bedroom.”
She pulled away from him, looking both shocked and somewhat amused. “Privacy of OUR bedroom? We haven’t had a private moment in your bedroom or mine since… since we… anyway, what’s stopping you from flirting with me, or talking to me? Isn’t that allowed any more?”
Sam rubbed her arms. “I’m sorry, Annie. Really, I am. I was planning on asking you over to my place tonight, actually. Then we can be together and do whatever we wanted without worrying about others gawking at us or telling us off for snogging.”
Annie sucked in her bottom lip, staring at him with those big eyes of hers. “Well, Sam, normally I would say yes, but…”
“But?” Sam urged, his stomach dropping.
“But I made plans with one of my girlfriends,” she explained, frowning a little. “I rang her up when you were ignoring me.” Sam sighed in annoyance, unable to believe his luck. “Well,” she went on when she noticed his look, “you shouldn’t have ignored me and made me feel unwanted.”
“I’m sorry, Annie.”
“I know you are,” she said. “And I forgive you, but I can’t call her up and tell her our plans are cancelled. She’s been looking forward to spending time with me.”
“Yeah, all right,” said Sam, admitting defeat. “I understand. It’s my own fault anyway.”
“Yes it is,” she said, smiling with amusement. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, pulling away when he tried to carry on with it. “Besides, you’re only a guy.” She gave him a look and started to walk out.
Sam stood there for a moment, bewildered, before snapping out of it. “Wait, what do you mean ‘I’m only a guy’?” he said, following her out.
TBC
Next chapter. Enjoy.
All parts found here.
Sam’s No Ordinary Copper
Chapter six
Fandom: Life On Mars
Pairing: Sam/Annie
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: some sappiness, slight fluff, mentions of blood (yes, odd combination huh?), some violence, language, and some adult themes
Notes: Takes place after the end of season two (so spoilers for all the episodes); and it’s up to the reader whether they’ve kissed at the end or not.
Also, see if you can spot any references to other things in here.
Summary: Just another day in the life of Sam Tyler.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters; I’m only having fun.
~**~
On the way to the police station the next morning, Sam stopped by the store and picked up a few items that he thought Annie might need. By doing this he was either going to look like a lovesick moron or Annie will praise him for being thoughtful.
“Hey, boss,” said Phyllis when he walked in. “What’s in the bag?”
“Stuff,” said Sam.
“That narrows it down.”
“Most of it is for Annie,” he explained further.
“Any hangover stuff in there?”
“No, why?”
“I’ve got a bugger of one that won’t go away like I thought it would.”
“Have you tried tomato juice? I hear that does the trick.”
“I know about that, but like I said, I thought it would go away by now.” Phyllis sighed. “I must be getting old.”
Sam gave her a small smile. “Aw, Phyllis; you’re not that old.”
Phyllis smiled, but only a little. “Cheers, boss.”
Sam entered the office and spotted Annie hunched over her desk. He set the plastic bag down on the nearest desk by the door, opened it, and took out the items he figured she’d need right now.
“Morning, sir,” she said despondently when he walked up to her. Sam placed a couple Kitkats on her desk in front of her. She stared at them, and then looked up at him in surprise. “What are these for?”
“For you, of course. I hear chocolate helps during... you know.” Sam smiled. “I also got you… women’s medication for your cramps, a box of emergency pads and tampons, an icepack, and a squeezy thingy.” He placed all the items on her desk. Annie stared at it all, mouth slightly agape. She picked up the stress reliever and gave it a few squeezes; the eyes, nose, and ears of it popped out when she did.
“Sam,” she looked up at him, trying to form words. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Um, I’m hoping you would say something nice, and that I’m not an idiot for…”
Annie stood and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, interrupting him. “Oh, Sam! You’re not an idiot; you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known!”
Sam smiled, glad that he’d done the right thing. He was able to move his bad arm a little, but not much, when he hugged her back. “You’re very welcome, Annie.”
She looked up at him. “But why that squeezy… thing?”
“Well, when you’re feeling really stressed out, you can take it out on that thing instead of others.” Sam smiled. “Isn’t that clever?”
Annie stared at him, and then sat back down and began squeezing the stress reliever. Sam stared at her in confusion. “Annie?”
“Are you trying to tell me that I’m crabby when I have my period?”
Sam blinked. “Er, no… just thought, you know, because… I mean, from what I know of women…”
“I don’t get that irritated when it’s my time of the month, you know,” she snapped. “I’m not like other women!”
Sam swallowed, deciding on not pushing her about the subject any further since she was obviously acting the exact opposite. “Yes, of course you’re not like other women.”
“I don’t turn into a complete bitch, you know,” she went on. “I may get cramps and feel bloated sometimes, but I am NOT a bitch.”
“No, of course you’re not…”
“I have much more control over my emotions than other women.”
“Of course you do…”
“I don’t let things irritate me just because I’m bleeding!”
“Yes, I know that, Annie. I just thought you could use…”
“I have total control, Sam!” she cried, squeezing the stress reliever extra hard. “That’s why I’m good at my job; I have total control!”
“You’re right, of course,” he agreed. “You have total control of your emotions.”
She squeezed the stress reliever a few more times before sticking it into the drawer in her desk. Then she ripped open the wrapper on a Kitkat bar, broke off two pieces, and bit into them savagely. Sam stared, not sure if he should be scared or turned on.
“Tyler!” Gene called, opening the door to his office and then gesturing inside it.
Sam gave Annie one last look before going into Gene’s office. “Yes, Guv?”
“We’re going to Max Blackwell’s jewelry store.”
“What for?”
“Because he asked us,” said Gene. “He got his engagement rings back from Mimi’s flat this morning, and he called the station right away and said that he had something for us.”
“What, is he gonna give us a discount on jewelry or something?”
“I don’t know, but let’s go down and have a look see. I’m curious as to what it is.”
Sam didn’t really feel like getting any kind of reward for doing his job, but he went along with Gene anyway. Besides, he was just as curious about what Blackwell was going to offer them.
As they walked out of the office, and they made their way passed everyone’s desks, Sam stopped at Annie’s to explain to her real quick about where they were headed.
“What does Mr. Blackwell want?” said Annie, munching on her second Kitkat.
“I dunno, but I’m sure it won’t take too long. I was wondering if you want me to get you any more chocolate while I’m out.”
Annie thought about it for a moment, and then finally, with a small smile, nodded her head.
“Another Kitkat?” he asked.
“That and a Mars bar.”
“Consider it done,” said Sam, and then he leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“Oi, let’s go, Tyler. Leave your mating ritual for later.”
Annie smiled, blushing softly. Sam smiled back, and then followed the Guv out.
“Why must you turn something sweet like a kiss on the cheek into something dirty?” he asked his Guv.
“That’s because that’s what it is,” said Gene.
“What, dirty?”
“No, a mating ritual, you brain donor. Kissing leads to other things.”
“Like you’d know,” Sam scoffed, but was only partically teasing.
“I would, actually,” said Gene as they walked down the steps of the police station. “How do you think I got married in the first place?”
“You used the Imperius curse?” Sam grumbled.
“The what?”
Sam shook his head. “Never mind.”
They got into Gene’s Cortina. He looked at Sam funny, as he usually did whenever Sam muttered something from the future, and then started the car.
“Please, don’t go too fast this time, Guv. You nearly ran over that old lady and her daughter the other day.”
“Shut yer cake ‘ole, you Nancy.”
~**~
“DI Tyler,” greeted Max Blackwell. “And DCI Hunt. Good to see you both.”
“You said you had something for us,” said Gene.
“Oh yes,” smiled Max. He took out a box from behind the counter and opened it. Inside were many beautiful diamond rings. Gene raised his eyebrows, impressed, and then took one out to study it.
“You each get one, as a show of my appreciation,” said Max.
“For free?” said Sam, surprised.
“Of course,” said Max, smiling. “It’s the least I can do. If it weren’t for you two, I would have lost a lot of profit. What’re two rings?”
“By the looks of it, I’d say over a thousand pounds,” said Gene. He examined a few other rings, as if sizing them up, and then finally decided on one. Max moved the box closer to Sam.
“Go on, Inspector; take one.”
Sam pursed his lips as he looked at them all. He wasn’t sure at first if he should, but he figured since Max was really set on giving them one (and it’ll save him some money in the long run), it would be rude not to accept. Many were small, and most were engagement rings. Gene had picked a normal anniversary ring from the bunch, and Sam guessed he picked it for his wife. He looked through them, trying to decide. He had no idea what Annie’s finger size was either, but he knew she was much smaller than him; his own fingers were pretty thick.
“Just pick one, Tyler,” said Gene. “I’m sure whichever one you get her she’ll like it.”
Sam smiled. He had a feeling Gene knew that he was getting one for Annie. “I’m trying to think of what her finger size is.”
“If you’re not sure, have a look at this size chart,” said Max, taking it out. “If you don’t guess correctly, then you could just bring it in to have it resized.”
Sam looked at the size chart carefully. After staring at the sizes for a moment, he closed his eyes and concentrated. He thought about her hands, and the size of her fingers whenever he saw them. He pictured the way her fingers looked against his, how slim they were, and then opened his eyes again and looked at the chart.
“That size,” he said, pointing to the one that matched what he’d seen in his mind’s eye.
“Very well, Inspector,” said Max. “Now, go ahead and choose a ring and I’ll resize it for you if it needs it.”
After examining them each carefully, he finally found one that he thought was the loveliest one out of them all. The diamond wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t teeny either. The band was an elegant, smooth silver, and it looked as if it were the right size.
“This one,” he said. “Has to be this one.”
“That’s beautiful, sir,” smiled Max. “She’ll love it.”
~**~
A week later, and Sam’s arm had finally healed up enough where he can use it without a sling. It was still tender if he moved it wrong; or if, say, Ray punched him there. However, he still had the stitches in his head, and seeing how it was the seventies Sam knew that it’ll take a while before he would be able to get them taken out. At least now he didn’t have to wear a bandage around his head (just a small patch to protect the stitches).
The day that he was able to have the sling off, he crept behind Annie while she was going through the filing cabinet at the front desk and wrapped his arms around her. She jumped in surprise, turning around, but then smiled when she saw that it was Sam. He pressed her against the cabinet and kissed her passionately, running his hands up and down her body to show her that he now had use of both arms.
“This is a police station,” said Phyllis when she caught them. “Not make out point.”
They broke apart, cheeks slightly pink, but it was mostly from the exertion they put into the kiss.
“Sorry, Phyllis,” said Sam, smiling shyly.
By mid-day, Phyllis walked up to Sam’s desk while he was looking through one of the newer cases they received.
“Look, boss, I really don’t mind that you and Annie are kissing, but it would be best if you two didn’t do that at the front desk. Some people might get the wrong impression when they come in and see you two glued at the lips.”
“I know, Phyllis,” sighed Sam. “I should have known better anyway; I was just caught up in my feelings for a second.”
“I understand,” she said, winking. “I’m happy for you two, just be more careful around the station.”
“I know,” repeated Sam. “We’re at work so we need to concentrate on only that and keep our love lives for the bedroom.”
“Personally,” said Phyllis quietly, “it doesn’t bother me, so if I catch you, or if any of these other muckers do, I’m sure it’s no big deal. If you two must kiss,” she smiled, “then just do it in a secluded area.”
Sam nodded, getting her point. He used to get annoyed with others in his old division doing just what he and Annie had done, and he’d tell them off for it; and now, here he was, doing just what they had done. He felt like a hypocrite.
“I highly doubt the Guv would mind it either,” said Phyllis. “He’s great that way.”
So, the rest of the day, Sam stayed mostly at his desk and kept his mind on work. When it was finally the end of the day, Sam found Annie at her locker in the break room instead of standing by his desk like normal.
“Annie,” he said softly, coming up to her.
She turned around, gave him a small smile, and then turned back around to her locker. “Sir.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “How come you weren’t waiting for me at my desk?”
“What do you care?” she said snippily, taking Sam aback.
“I do care,” he snapped back. “That’s why I’m asking.”
Finally, after getting her things out of her locker and putting her purse strap across her chest, she turned around, folding her arms. “You ignore me for most of the day and you have the gall to ask me what’s wrong?”
Sam raised his brows, actually surprised. “Hang on, you’re mad at me because you think I was deliberately ignoring you?”
“Well, what am I to think when you do nothing but stay at your desk for most of the day? You don’t even look at me when you do happen to walk by.”
Sam opened and closed his mouth, not sure just what to say to that. He understood how she felt, actually, but he wasn’t sure what the right thing to say to that was. When he didn’t say anything straightaway, Annie took it the wrong way and turned to walk away, a sad look in her eyes, but then Sam reacted immediately by grabbing her and pulling her into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Annie,” he said into her neck. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
“You usually flirt with me,” she admitted softly, sadly. “I was feeling… well, kind of unattractive.”
“You’re not, though,” he said. “Don’t you remember this morning, when I couldn’t stop kissing you?”
“Yeah, I do remember that,” she said. “I was there, you know.”
“Well, Phyllis gave me a talking to about it, and I thought she was right: we should leave most of our lovey-dovey stuff for the privacy of our bedroom.”
She pulled away from him, looking both shocked and somewhat amused. “Privacy of OUR bedroom? We haven’t had a private moment in your bedroom or mine since… since we… anyway, what’s stopping you from flirting with me, or talking to me? Isn’t that allowed any more?”
Sam rubbed her arms. “I’m sorry, Annie. Really, I am. I was planning on asking you over to my place tonight, actually. Then we can be together and do whatever we wanted without worrying about others gawking at us or telling us off for snogging.”
Annie sucked in her bottom lip, staring at him with those big eyes of hers. “Well, Sam, normally I would say yes, but…”
“But?” Sam urged, his stomach dropping.
“But I made plans with one of my girlfriends,” she explained, frowning a little. “I rang her up when you were ignoring me.” Sam sighed in annoyance, unable to believe his luck. “Well,” she went on when she noticed his look, “you shouldn’t have ignored me and made me feel unwanted.”
“I’m sorry, Annie.”
“I know you are,” she said. “And I forgive you, but I can’t call her up and tell her our plans are cancelled. She’s been looking forward to spending time with me.”
“Yeah, all right,” said Sam, admitting defeat. “I understand. It’s my own fault anyway.”
“Yes it is,” she said, smiling with amusement. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, pulling away when he tried to carry on with it. “Besides, you’re only a guy.” She gave him a look and started to walk out.
Sam stood there for a moment, bewildered, before snapping out of it. “Wait, what do you mean ‘I’m only a guy’?” he said, following her out.
TBC