Title: Because

Author: A.j. (Aj2245@yahoo.com)

Rating: NC-17 (But not heavily. Caution, you are my friend.)

Summary: She's not better than this.

Pairing: Sam/Other with Sam/Jack underbits.

Category: Vignette/Drabble

Fault: Jojo's.

Spoilers: Nary a one. Just general show knowledge.

Archive: Want? Take. SJD yeeees, and it'll be up my site eventually.

Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money. It all belongs to MGM and Gekko.

Notes: Basically, this is a reaction (I do well with reaction fics, I guess) to Jojo's story "The Waiting". It's an East German Female Swimming Olympiad of Drabbles.

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Because
by A.j.

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Because he calls you 'Samantha' when he cums.

Eyes wide, body thrusting into yours. Taking something that you're not giving, exactly. More something that's left over with nowhere to go.

You know how this started. Just as you're very aware that the sounds you're making are never quite a name. Incoherent grunts and moans. Sometimes screams. But never a name. This started because of that.

Because he takes you dancing and to fancy restaurants.

He knows the wine lists, smiling wide when you tell a crude joke. "Blue collar parents," he says when you raise an eyebrow. And pull your hand away, just a bit too quickly.

Sometimes it's too easy. Smiling at him. Hearing him laugh. Feeling his arms around you when you're swaying to a Frank Sinatra song. You know where you'll be after desert.

Because you smile when you're with him.

Easy and soft. You can let your eyes and body and mind relax around him. His stories weaving a seperate world around you. Taking you away and distracting you, even from him.

Sinking cautiously into his embrace, even when it isn't sexual. Letting yourself.

But mostly...

Because three days ago, you were standing in the rain and the muck on a planet too far away for even your brain to deal with, laughing like there was no tomorrow.

Because staring at another face, another man, you were happier and safer, and more free than you've ever been.

Because it's always been like this. And you've finally stopped lying to yourself, and it will always *be* like this.

Because you like *this* man.

But not enough.

"Goodbye."

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