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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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This Doesn’t Mean – Part 4
                It was over, for the time being. For now, it looked like those on Azura were going to be stuck here for awhile. Being hailed as one of the heroes of Delta Squad, everyone was adamant that Baird, along with the other squad members, take up an unsullied private room in the hotel.
It was a little bit of paradise, there was even running water in his room. He hadn’t had the luxury of a private room, much less one like this, since he’d enlisted, since he lived at home with his family. He had showered, and finally gotten off who knows what kind of non-human body fluids off of his skin. He could barely remember the last time he’d been able to actually enjoy a shower.
He was getting dressed when he heard the knock at the door. He finished closing up his pants and decided not to worry about a shirt as he walked across the room and opened the door. Sam stood there, in her typical attire, skin clean and hair wet.
                “Can I come in?” she asked, not meeting his eyes.
                Baird stepped aside, without answering, wondering what she was so nervous about. There was nothing odd about this; in fact he was almost expecting it at this point. She walked into his room, still not looking up. She just stood wringing her hands.
                “Is this about Dom, because I mean no disrespect, but it’s not really anything I want to talk about with you,” he finally said.
                “Maybe a little,” she said softly, “but it’s something I need to talk about with you.”
                “Why? To make me feel bad that I’ve been taking advantage of your frustration with him, now that he’s…” Baird couldn’t bring himself to finish that thought. Dom may have been a rival for Sam’s attention, but he had been a comrade in arms, as well.
                “Damon,” she paused. She would normally have never called him by his first name. It just kind of slipped out. “Baird, I needed you to know.”
                “I know you had, or have, feelings for Dom. It was never a mystery to me,” he replied, feeling more than a little annoyed.
                “That’s not it,” she started, not sure how to go on. “All of us, we’ve been through a lot of shit. I was starting to think that the members of Delta were invincible, and nothing would ever take any of us down.”
                “It is unfortunate that he chose to tarnish our shining record,” he interjected when she paused.
                “After he did what he did, it took everything for me to keep my head on straight. As much as it hurt me to lose him,” she paused and finally looked Baird in the eyes, tears starting to rim her eyes, “it would have been so much worse to lose you.”
                Baird was struck silent. No witty retort, nothing.
                “It was such a relief to see you, when you got to Azura, but then you were off again before I could even tell you,” she touched his face, “and then we couldn’t even get two seconds, with the four of you all being the big heroes.” She laughed a little.
                “That’s what happens when you’ve just saved the planet,” Baird replied, matter-of-factly.
                Sam tilted her head upward to kiss him, slow and soft. In a manner she never had before. “I’m glad you made it though this all.”
                “Well, we’re stuck here for now, so we’re not completely out of it yet,” Baird replied.
                “Mr. Romantic strikes again,” Sam said, breaking their embrace and stepping away from him to look out of his room’s window.
                Baird mentally kicked himself for that terrible defense mechanism. He didn’t want to push her away, that was the last thing he wanted to do, but he didn’t know how to do this. “Sam, there is one thing that I really need to know. Why me?”
                “Why not you?” she replied, a little coldly.
                “No, Sam,” he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him, “I really need to know. Was it because you were pissed at Dom, and I just happened to be the first available thing to sharpen your claws on? Was there something else?”
                “Really? You really need to ask that?”
                “Damn it, Sam. I’m not a mind reader.”
                She threw her hands up, “Damn you! It was always you! You were just too busy being an arse to notice. Dom was the diversion, because I felt sympathy for him and his situation.”
                He laughed, “If I was such an ‘arse’, why did you come to me in the first place? Furthermore, why did you keep coming back?”
                “I really don’t know,” she fidgeted slightly.
                “Was it ever just about the sex to you?” he asked.
                “It was.”
                “Was?”
                “Damn it, Baird!”
                Something about seeing her squirm over this question made him feel contented. He took her face in his hands, gently, to turn her face up to his. The answer he was looking for was written all over her face. He softly pressed his lips to hers, in the manner she had done earlier.
                He had never kissed her softly, with any real meaning behind it before. He hoped everything he couldn’t bring himself to say was conveyed in that action. Sam brought her arms up around his neck, prolonging their kiss. It seemed to go on forever and they were completely lost in each other for a few fleeting minutes.
                Sam finally broke their kiss, “No hurry. We only have the rest of our lives, now.” The she smiled up at him, completely genuine.
                “So, now that you have that off of your chest, um…” Baird started. Why am I nervous now? This has never been a factor before.
                Sam slowly ran her hands down his arms, “We could always occupy ourselves with why you thought I came here.”
                It was no lie; that was what he originally thought, before she got emotional and changed the entire game on him. He touched her hair, and wondered why he’d never thought about the way it felt in his hands before. So soft, just like the rest of her that he had become so familiar with.
                “You’re so serious,” she said, a little curiously. “Now that there are feelings involved you don’t want this?”
                Baird had no idea how to tell her what he felt. He had an upbringing that didn’t cater to feelings. Now when he needed to have feelings about something, more than he’d ever needed he just couldn’t.
                “Sam, I have no idea how to express my feelings,” Baird finally said. “If this is going to continue, in this particular manner, you need to accept that.”
                She didn’t reply.
                “I would like you to know, that I would like you to spend this evening here, in this room, if that makes you feel any better,” he finally continued.
                “You really want me to stay?” she asked.
                “I believe that’s what I just told you,” he replied.
                She reached up to touch his face, and kissed him again, opening her mouth just enough so that their tongues could meet. Somehow, this time, it felt so different.
                As they kissed, Baird slowly ran a hand down her arm, finally letting it come to rest at the small of her back. Normally he was so dominant and aggressive. This tender act didn’t escape Sam’s notice. She broke the kiss as her mouth curved into a warm smile.
                “I guess you really don’t have to say anything,” she said, still smiling.
                Baird kept his hand at her back, while bringing the other one to her hip, while he slowly stepped backward to the bed, leading her with him. There he sat, pulling her onto his lap, and kissing her again, and again.
                Sam touched his chest lightly, with her fingertips. Slowly she traced the lines of the muscles on his chest and stomach as he continued to kiss her. This time, she wanted to take in every detail, and keep it with her always; every texture, every touch, and every taste.
                He slid his hands up her sides, peeling her shirt from her skin as he did it, and then pulling it off. He was pleasantly surprised to find she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Well, that’s a change,” he said in his surprise.
                “I just got out of the shower, and I was just going to go to sleep before I changed my mind and came here,” she explained. “Do you really think I would sleep in one of those things?”
                “Can’t say it was ever anything I stopped to think about,” Baird replied as let his hands roam over her back, shoulders, chest and stomach. He wanted to feel her skin against his hands the same way he’d felt her hair. What about it had changed so much? Was it just because he was paying attention now? Her skin was so warm and seemed so dark against his own.
                Sam kissed down Baird’s neck to his collarbone, “This is not the time to be thoughtful.”
                How can she say that? Hasn’t she ever looked at herself in a mirror before?
“Don’t worry about that,” he said as he moved both hands up to her breasts. He noticed how perfectly each fit into his hands; almost as if her body was made to fit his.
                Sam made a soft noise when he touched her. His hands were calloused, but warm and gentle. She closed her eyes, enjoying every sensation his attention brought her.
                When he pulled his hands away, she wasn’t ready for it. Even more so, she wasn’t ready for what he did next. He shifted slightly to the side, wrapping both hands around her tiny waist. He then lifted and tossed her up onto the bed.
He crawled up on top of her, “I figure, why just confine ourselves to a tiny space when there’s this entire conveniently place bed in my room.”
Sam laughed, touching his face again, “I figure, I’m convinced of your genius, now.”
“Find several different ways to take down a Lambent Leviathan, and that means nothing. Point out the conveniently placed and spacious bed, however…”
Baird leaned down, placing his lips slightly above one of her breasts, while bringing a hand up to the other. His mouth trailed kisses down, until he reached her nipple and covered it with his mouth and began to move his tongue in leisurely circles. Sam squirmed on the bed, under him, occasionally moaning quietly at his dedicated attention.
After a minute, Sam placed her hands on his arms, and pulled him back up so that their faces were level. Again, she pressed her lips to his, never growing tired of the sensation, and slid one hand up to the back of his shoulder, letting it rest there. Her other hand trailed down over his chest, lingering for a moment at his abs, before coming to a rest at the waist band of his pants. She unfastened them easily with a single hand.
Baird pushed himself up, so that he could pull off his pants. He then reached down to open the closure of her pants. He leaned down to place his lips right above where her waistband met skin. He slid her pants down her legs, letting his hands skim along the skin of her legs as he did so.
He slid his hands back up along her legs, feeling the smooth silky texture of her skin. As he did so, he looked over her body. All perfection, despite years of fighting, no scars no flaws, just a few black line tattoos. Again, it was something he’d never noticed before, and didn’t understand how.
Sam smiled and held her arms open to him. Baird leaned forward, into her arms, keeping one hand at her hip. She placed both hands on his shoulders pulling him down so she could kiss him, parting her lips slightly.
Baird moved his hand from her hip across and down the front of her panties. Lightly, he moved his fingers over her womanhood, which was covered only in a single layer of thin cloth.
Sam shivered at his touch, and in response pulled his underwear out of the way, and gave his ready cock a hard squeeze. Baird made a surprised sound at her sudden action, and closed his eyes as she began to stroke up and down his length.
As Sam continued to pleasure him, Baird slid a thumb under the elastic of her underwear. Slowly, he slid his digit into her wet heat before moving his thumb up, and began to move it in slow circles around her clit.
“Oh God, Damon,” she murmured, writhing on the bed below him.
Baird pulled his hand out from her panties and, even though it pained him to do so, moved her hands away from his manhood. He curled his fingers around the waistband on her underwear and started to pull them down, placing kisses along her newly revealed skin.
He brought up two fingers to her entrance and began to slowly slide them in and out of her. He continued to press his lips along the inside of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her heat. As he got closer, he pulled his fingers away, and replaced them with his tongue. He took his time, savoring every taste and texture.
As he continued, Sam thought she was going to lose her mind. She was more than aware of how good he was in bed, but this was a whole new level. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and guided him back up to her, so that their faces were level. She pressed her lips to his, as the two moved together, so that Baird was now below her.
Sam wasted no time getting to what she had in mind. She pulled his underwear off and situated herself between his legs. She leaned forward, wrapping a hand around the base of his hardness, and lightly ran her tongue along the head. She felt his whole body tense for a second, and when she felt him relax, she took him into her mouth.
It didn’t take long before Baird pulled her away from her task. He pushed her away and onto her back. He took a moment, lightly running his hands over her, feeling every curve and swell of her body.
He positioned himself between her legs, placed his hands on her hips. Her eyes locked with his as he slid his hardness into her. Sam wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him down to press her lips to his as he began to thrust inside her.
“God, Sam,” he sighed. She felt so good.
Sam began to moan loudly, and he could tell she was getting close, so was he. He quickened his pace, pushing them both closer to their climax.
Baird felt her body begin to tense. He continued his movements as her back arched and she threw back her head. Watching her was too much for him, and he thrust hard into her one more time, coming with her.
He fell onto her, spent and more satisfied than he’d ever been since they started this arrangement. Baird looked at Sam, her eyes were closed but she was smiling and her entire face seemed to glow.
After a moment, he rolled to the side, and pulled Sam onto his chest, keeping his arms around her. She was his now. He pulled a blanket up to cover them.
Sam looked up at him, almost dreading what he might say next.
“What?” Baird asked. “After a performance like that, this is hardly the time to look let down.”
“Isn’t this the part where you remind me that this doesn’t mean you love me?” she asked, after a moment.
“No.”

Sam smiled and said nothing else, drifting to sleep in his arms.

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Baird awoke to the sound of the door clicking open, followed by a deep, stifled laughter. His eyes opened; horrified that he’d never thought to lock the door.
Cole stood there, laughing to find Baird and Sam wearing only a blanket and in bed together. It was over, and they were caught. Sam was awake and wide-eyed. In her mortification, she pulled the blankets up to her eyes.
“Damn baby!” He yelled to Baird, though his laughter. “I knew something was up with you two!”
“Seriously, Cole,” Baird started, “this is not a good time.”
“Oh! Well, I can see that!” Cole exclaimed. “Can’t wait to get on the radio and let Bernie know, though! I bet she’ll want your kids to call her Grandma.”
Sam’s face turned scarlet and she pulled the blankets up further, completely hiding her face.
“Seriously? You can’t tell anyone about this,” Baird yelled, way past annoyed now.
“Alright, but only if you let your genius babies call me ‘Uncle Gus’!”
Baird threw a pillow at him, in response, but it just hit the door, as Cole ducked out as the pillow was thrown, and didn’t open the door again.
After a minute of silence passed, Baird started to laugh.
“What?” Sam asked, lowering the blankets from her face. “This really is not funny!”
Baird turned to her, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, “If that’s the worst thing in this world that we have to worry about, I’ll take it.”
Sam smiled and wrapped her arms around him, “That’s a pretty good way to think about it, I guess.”
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Author's Note: That's it! The actual end! I'm pretty excited I finished a bit of fanfiction that used chapters, as I never finish those. Also, another 'thank you' to the awesome friend that encouraged me to write this, as well as finish and publish it online!
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