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This Doesn't Mean I Love You	By : LostfallenAngel Category: +G through L > Gears of War Views: 4551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gears of War or any of it's characters, and am in no way profiting from this work. All credit to Epic Games for the fantastic setting and characters.

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Sam’s patrol was finally over and it was late. Being made, more or less, a member of Delta Squad was an honor to her, but Michaelson was keeping all of them busy. It seemed that a member of Delta was needed for almost everything on the CNV Sovereign. While she appreciated that people were seriously depending on her, and that was what she’d always wanted, it cut into any personal time tremendously.
She had seen the current assignments, and was aware that Cole was on and that Baird wasn’t. She hadn’t had the time or opportunity for a private moment in a few weeks, and she had a lot of tension to work out.
Before heading over, she stopped in the living quarters that she was sharing with Anya, and ditched her armor. Before heading out, she quick checked her hair in the small hand mirror that Anya had managed to hold on to all of this time without breaking. Sam was pretty sure Baird didn’t care, but she had her pride.
It was quiet, this time of night. Most people were sleeping, but she knew Baird would still be awake, working on some project or another, probably trying to fix Jack. She had often wondered when he actually slept.
Few people were ambling about, and when she reached the door, it was closed. It was always easier when they were still on Vectes. They could always find a secluded place if need be, normally Baird’s old office. Even though this had been going on for months, it always felt awkward, but she finally reached out and lightly knocked on the door.
Always me, running to him. Why him?
It always took a minute for Baird to get to the door. Usually, he was in the middle of something and just needed to finish his train of thought before pulling himself away. She knew that now. She felt like she understood a lot more about him lately. She wasn’t trying, it was just happening.
Finally, he answered the door. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped inside. She couldn’t shake the feeling that one of these times Cole would answer the door and figure out what was going on, if he hadn’t already.
Baird closed the door behind her, “And who’s to say that I’m not busy, this evening?”
Sam looked him in the face, “Bullshit. If you’d have been that busy, you never would have answered the door.”
“Maybe it’s just a courtesy at this point?” he replied.
“Once again, we both know that’s bullshit,” she paused. “How long has it been?”
Without stopping to think Baird replied, almost automatically, “Eighteen days. Ehm… Not that I was counting or anything. Who does that?”
Sam laughed and reached out to lightly touch his arm. “I count them too.” She walked over to his work area. She looked over the various metal bits that lined the desk top, and noticed Jack in the corner. “So, what exactly are you working on now?”
He walked over, and sighed heavily, “Basically, I’m trying to figure out what Jack is missing, so I can find those things and make him work again. He was damn valuable in the past, and I’m not going to let that go for good.”
Sam walked away from the desk and over to Baird’s bunk, where she sat down and removed her boots. “Well, I know you don’t like to waste your time entertaining me.”
It’s not as terrible as I used to think it was. He really didn’t understand why he couldn’t say those things out loud, but he hadn’t before and he wasn’t going to start now. It was just a mutual agreement, just a way to blow off some steam.
Baird walked over and sat down next to her. No longer one to waste time, he pulled her shirt off, before fixing his hands over her breasts. She wasn’t wearing her black lace today, he wouldn’t complain about it, but it was nice when she did.
Sam made a small noise before wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips against his. She wondered if it had always felt this good to have his hands on her as she trailed a line of kisses along his jaw, and down is neck to his shirt collar.
Baird reached behind himself, grabbed her wrists, and pulled them over her head before pushing her back onto his mattress, and falling with her. She was the one coming to him, and he preferred to start things on his terms, now.
He pinned both hands above her head, using one of this, leaving the other free to roam over her body. He placed firm kisses against the base of her neck, while his free hand worked to unfasten her pants.
Sam laughed, “Are we in a hurry today?”
He looked up at her, “You know just as well as me as it’s been too long since you’ve been able to sneak down here, and don’t act like you’re the only one with tension to work off.”
“You could sneak in to see me, if you wanted it so bad,” she replied.
“Thing is, I don’t need to,” and with that he placed his mouth over hers, ending a conversation that was making him slightly uncomfortable.
Sam bit down on Baird’s lip, quite possibly in annoyance, but she wasn’t stopping him from anything else he was doing, so he wasn’t going to be. He slid a hand down into her opened pants, and caressed her warmth through her underclothes.
She made a sound of approval, arching her back slightly. She strained against his hands for a moment before he let them go. Hands free, she quickly worked to pull his shirt off, interrupting his current actions, and let her hands trail over his newly exposed skin. Sam loved the feeling of his skin and muscle under her hands.
Sam shifted to sit back up, pushed Baird back against the bed. She let a hand linger over his toned abs for a small amount of time, before she unfastened his pants. He shifted his hips slightly to aid her in pulling them down and off. Lightly, she trailed her hand over the scar on his calf, from when he had been wounded by a polyp. It seemed much less disturbing than the first time she’d seen it.
“That’s fine, it doesn’t need your attention,” he finally said, trying to get her focus back where he felt it should be.
Sam adjusted and straddled his pelvis. She pulled her bra, the more sensible kind without fasteners, over her head and tossed it on the floor. She leaned forward, placing her lips on his chest, as she ground her hips into his. She could feel his hardness against her own excitement.
In one smooth movement, Baird flipped Sam onto her back, positioning himself over her, continuing the action she’d been performing. He took a breast in his hand, and ran his thumb, at a leisurely pace, over her nipple.
He didn’t continue for long, before moving to pull off her pants and underwear at once. He reached down, using two fingers to stroke her from the inside. She was already so wet, and so ready.
He pulled off his underclothing, and positioned himself between her legs. “I’m not in the mood for all the lead in this time,” he said. It was a statement, not an apology.
Sam wrapped her toned legs around his hips, “Did you hear me complaining?”
Then he was inside her with one easy thrust. He set a slow pace, reveling in the ease and familiarity of their act. He listened to the quiet noises of pleasure she made.
Sam kept her eyes closed. She couldn’t look in his eyes while they did this. It was too much and she knew that what she wanted to see on his face wouldn’t be there. This was just mutually beneficial, no feelings. She pushed all of those thoughts aside, and keeping her eyes shut, let herself feel the pleasure he was giving her.
After a few minutes, Baird quickened his pace. Sam reached up, placing her hands on his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. She was so close, and from the excitement only he could give her. Her climax hit her hard. Her back arched, her nails dug into his shoulders and she called out his name.
Baird pulled out, seconds before coming, then collapsed on top of her. There was just too much at stake to be taking those risks; too much to do. He rolled to the side, pulling Sam half on top of himself. She had her satisfied post-sex look on her face, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that he’d put it there.
“Baird,” she said softly, “I’m glad this all worked out.”
“What do you mean?” he asked. “It’s just sex, nothing special about that. You could’ve had this with anyone.” Why me?
“I know,” she said quietly, and dozed off half on his chest.
Well, she’s asleep, so not getting out of this for the time being. He shifted slightly to get comfortable with her lying on him and fell asleep as well.
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Baird was awoken a few hours later by movement on his bunk. He opened his eyes, and Sam was sitting at the edge of the bed pulling her clothes back on.
“Sorry that I dozed off, it’s been a rough couple days,” she said, noticing he was awake.
“Whatever,” he replied, back in normal Baird mode.
“So what happens when it’s time to repopulate the planet?” she asked.
“Well, that’s out of left field,” he replied, more than a little confused.
“Will you be alright when I’m expected to produce COG babies?”
“You’re a COG woman, that’s part of your job, I figure,” he shrugged. I would kill the first asshole who laid a hand on you to do it.
She sighed heavily, “I figured as much.” She finished dressing in silence, and walked to the door.
Baird almost wanted to say he was sorry, but just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He said the only thing he always said after she came to him. “This still doesn’t mean that I love you.”
Sam turned and looked at him, for just a second. “Sometimes I wonder who you’re actually trying to convince.”
With that last statement she was gone, leaving Baird to his thoughts.

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Author's Note: Again, I sincerely hope you've enjoyed this chapter. It was a lot of work, but lovely to write. I neglected to mention, in my previous chapter my very big huge thanks! I owe writing this at all to my awesome friend who is a Sam/Baird fan, as well, and really encouraged me not only to write this, but to actually publish it somewhere. Thank you so much, if you're reading this, you know who you are!!
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