Just Like Bogie and Bacall

Dani Beth


Crossing my legs, I let a smile cross my features as I pick up the phone
and call a number that has engraved itself into my mind.

"Sam Seaborn."

"I want you. I need you." Pause for the drama of it. "I have to have
you." Another pause, this one with a husky sigh. "Guess what I'm wearing?"

There seems to be a throaty, flustered sound from his end. "Claudia!
In your office? But you have so many windows."

"Sam, honey, I'm wearing my coat. I'm ready to go home." Another grin
sparked my features. "But you just gave me a wonderful idea."

"I'll...I'll be ready in a minute."

"Well, that's good, 'cause that's approximately how long it takes me
to get to your office on a good day."

~*~

"Go home Sam."

I look up and smile wanly. "Just gotta make a few adjustments."

"Do it on Monday," Toby says back, throwing one of those damn rubber
balls up in the air. "C.J.'s on a warpath and is making anyone that is
keeping you over paying dearly. I don't want to be one of those people."

Snickering, I save my project and close my laptop. "Really?"

"Take her home already," he growls before leaving.

Bouncing-yes, bouncing-into my office, Claudia smiles. "You're ready
now, right?"

"Right."

"Oh, good. I have a great night planned. Just the two of us and some
movies." She glares at me. "We are not going out tonight. Not for a
thing. Even if we run out of something, there is no way that I am leaving."

With a hasty kiss on her lips, I smile. "Fine by me."

Her eyes lock with mine. "Not a thing Sam."

~*~

Home tonight is Sam's apartment. It's a cozy little place that is just
right for him and me and dinner and movies and then if neither one of
us falls asleep, sex.

I enjoy having sex with Sam and I'm not ashamed of saying it. He's wonderful
in bed. Soft, gentle to the touch. It sends shivers down my spine everytime
I think about it.

With a new set of clothes on, one of his shirts that smells deliciously
like him and a pair of boxers, I check the steak that's going in the
oven and the potatoes. A down home meal tonight, for I'm not in the mood
to really bring out the stuff.

~*~

"Sam, buddy..."

"Can't."

"You don't even know..."

"You want me to go out drinking with you. But I can't. C.J. told me I
can't leave the house for anything."

Johs snickers. "You're whipped."

"Want to say that to her face?" I ask, putting down the pen I was holding
on my desk.

"Say what to whose face?" C.J. calls out from the door of my make-shift
office.

Coughing slightly, I tell her, "It's Josh."

Grabbing the phone from my hand, she smiles sweetly. "Josh, I'm going
to tell you this once, under no circumstances is Sam leaving my side
tonight. It's our anniversary. Yes, anniversary. Because I'm a woman
and I remember these things." She looks at me. "From his expression,
no." She sighs. "Well, of course if there's a fire we'll leave; together.
Okay, Josh, we'll see you Monday. Buh-bye." She hangs up and looks pointedly
at me. "Under no circumstances."

"What about a fire?" I smirk and watch as she straddles my lap.

"The only fire that's going to happen tonight is in your bed." C.J. stands
and takes my hand. "That is, if you don't get off your ass and help me
in the kitchen."

"Always at your bidding, am I, oh mistress of mine," I mumble, following
her out of the office, my hands barely touching her hips. Grabbing her
and whispering in her ear, "Those wonderful little places that you love
to be touched, the way that your hair falls in front of your eyes while
you lay there. All mine tonight."

~*~

"Did you know that Bogart had a sailboat named 'Santana?" I ask, watching
the credits roll for 'To Have and Have Not.'

"Now I do."

"What now?"

His face in my hair, he asks, "Are you really up for watching another
movie?"

That was the first one, but already I'm sick of them. "No."

"The bedroom is right down the hall."

Scrambling quickly to my feet, I grin and go down the hallway, Sam on
my heels.

~*~

After we make love, she likes to lay naked, the sheet barely covering
her and with her eyes closed.

She also likes to curl up next to me, play with the hair on my chest
and murmur things in my ear. Not about what just happened, but just little
sweet nothings. Sometimes she just blows in my ear softly or nibbles
my earlobes while I sit up against the headboard and play with the soft
whisps of her hair.

This is what I love. This time that we have together in the wee morning
when no one can come and disturb us.

C.J. stirs and stares up with me her droopy eyes. "You're extremely lovely."

"Am I?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You make me feel like a queen."

"You are my mistress."

She giggles in an extremely erotic way and lets the sheet slip farther
down her body as she lifts herself up and runs her tongue over my lips
before I let her enter my mouth.

~*~

The next morning, I sip my orange juice and read the newspaper. Sam sits
next to me on the couch and I lay back, putting my feet up on his lap.
Which then allows him to put his hand on my thigh.

"Bogie and Bacall."

"Excuse me?" Sam asks, looking at me.

"I always wanted a relationship like theirs after I read Lauren Bacall's
book."

He's making sweeping motions with hands across my thighs and makes a
throaty sound. "Would you like me to buy a sailboat?"

This...shocks me. "Huh?"

"You said last night that Bogart had a sailboat named 'Santana.' Now,
you have the looks, I just need the sailboat and we'll have the relationship,
minus the age difference."

Shaking my head, I bite my lower lip and look up at him, using the infamous
"Look" that Lauren Bacall used. "You don't have to buy a sailboat to
be my Bogart."

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