Last Straw
by mardel
nc-17
SBR Bailey can't stand aside any longer, he has to tell Sam how he feels.
Disclaimer: I just borrowed them for the story, they are owned by Kronish Productions.    


She couldn't understand what was wrong. They had solved the case in only four days. 
Bailey was acting like they hadn't caught the killer at all. He was distant, quiet and ill tempered. She hadn't seem him like this since the day he learned Janet had filed for divorce.

Once they were back at VCTF  headquarters, Sam waited for his mood to improve but by the end of the day it hadn't changed. Everyone had gone home and she stopped in his office to say goodnight.
"Bailey I'm heading home, good night."

He didn't even look up, he just mumbled "Goodnight."

Sam could tell he was still upset or bothered by something. 
"Bailey do you want to talk about what ever is troubling you?"

He looked up from his desk, a cigar in one hand and an angry expression on his face.
"No, Sam I don't and if I did you would be the last person I would talk with."

"Oh, that means I'm the problem."
Sam closed the door and stepped farther into the room.
"I can't fix what ever it is I'm doing or not doing if you don't tell me."

Bailey exhaled, and set his cigar down. He knew she wasn't going to let it go now.
He never should have told her there was a problem. But it had been the very last 
straw. He had loved her for so long, he had stood aside when Coop had come into 
her life. He had even offered the man a job on his team, to give them a chance together.
Then there was Paul, but that never seemed to go anywhere. Now Mario, the Italian
detective in Miami. Sam had been attracted but had turned down his advance. Then at the 
last minute she accepted Mario's invitation to dinner. If she wanted an Italian, Bailey was
available, he had loved her for years.

"How did your dinner do with Mario?"
Sam thought he was changing the subject. " It was fine, nice. But a long distance relationship isn't going to work."
"Then you won't be seeing him again?"
I don't think so, unless we are called back to Miami for another case."
"I thought you decided to not date anyone for awhile?"

"Bailey my dating isn't what this is about, what had you upset?"
When he didn't answer her, the light dawned on her. It was about her dating, 
he was jealous. But why should Bailey be jealous. Sam thought about all the times she had come to him with personal problems. He had always offered her support and advice. 
He was her rock. He even provided emotional support, Sam had long ago learned 
Bailey's arms around her was the best cure for feeling down and scared. She had never considered him a romantic possibility, h was her friend and boss. Not that she wasn't attracted to him, she was, but she fought those feelings. She didn't need to pine for him on top of all her other challenges. 

Bailey came around the desk, he was about to break a promise he had made to himself.
"Sam, Mario isn't the right man for you."

"I don't know he's smart, he's nice he has some good points, He's tall and dark. 
He is a little intense, but I think I can learn to appreciate that." 

Bailey didn't realize she had caught on, she was pushing him into telling her he was jealous. Bailey poured himself a scotch. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you. You  know Bailey, I never realized before that Italian men were so direct, it's kind of appealing when a man is sure of himself."

Bailey downed half his drink and set the glass down. He turned to her, he was trying to keep control of his temper. "If you want direct then hear this, I am all the Italian male you will ever need." He covered her mouth with his, pulling her body into intimate contact with his. Bailey was angry and aroused all at the same time. He kissed Sam passionately, his tongue stroking her lips, then pushing past them to the warmth of her mouth. He let her feel the power of his attraction for her. He wanted there to be no question about his 
feelings. Sam responded to his assault on her, her hands gripping his shoulders. 

The  first kiss when on and on, Bailey was making sure he had put his mark on
her senses before lifting his head to look into her eyes. 

Sam was shaken, she hadn't expected his temper to win. She saw that he was still
fighting with himself, his eyes were blazing with anger and desire. If she wasn't careful, she could push him to far. 
"Bailey I didn't think you cared for me like this. I never dreamed you would return my feelings."

She had said the right thing, Bailey's eyes changed as she watched. His hold on her eased. He kissed her again, more tenderly this time. His mouth gentle and worshiping, not punishing. 

"I have  loved you for so long Sam, I just stood back when Coop came into your life. Then  you began dating Paul, but Mario? I just couldn't take it if you could find him attractive then you could consider me."


Sam caressed Bailey's cheek and smiled. "I'm sorry Bail, if I had ever for a moment guessed that you wanted me, or might want me. I would never have been looking else where. You are all the man I will ever need, I love you too."

Bailey kissed her again, his lips and tongue telling her of his passion for her. His hands roaming over her back and urging her lower body into even closer contact with his. 
Sam could taste the scotch on his tongue, she could feel the strength in his arms and shoulders. Her hands clutching at him, as his mouth devoured her. Sam could feel the evidence of his need for her. He was fully aroused, his erection pressed against her groin.
Her own need building, spurred on by the feel of him. Sam wanted Bailey, she wanted him soon.
"Sam we can't do this here. As mush as I want you, the first time together shouldn't be rushed." Bailey told her, between kisses, he nibbled on her ear, behind her ear, then down the side of her neck. He inhaled the soft scent of Sam's hair, and fought for control.

"Bail, I can't wait for us to go somewhere."
"But there is a camera in here." He reminded her. He had stopped kissing her neck and was attempting to think.
Sam was rubbing against his throbbing erection, she needed him soon. She was feeling the familiar building tension in her loins. 

"The conference room, there isn't a camera in there, it's to dark."
Bailey kissed her quickly and they moved apart. Bailey held her hand in his as they made their way to the large room, with the large table.
Bailey checked for any late workers, but the office was empty. Even George was gone.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?"

"I want you now Bailey, I have waited long enough." Sam pulled his shirt open popping buttons off in every direction. Bailey growled deep in his chest. Sam was making him crazy.


He lifted Sam up onto the  table, pulling her slacks and panties off once she was in place. He paused to caress her softness a moment, then he locked eyes with her and unfastened his pants. His erection pushed forward, he lowered his underwear, his cock stood up in a long hard arch.

"I need you Bail, come to me."
Bailey pushed his cock against her warmth, he eased forward, she was ready. Sam 
moaned as he pushed deeper. 

"So good, only you could feel so good."

What little control he had broke then, Bailey thrust forward in a long deep motion. He penetrated her to her very soul. Sam arched up to meet him, she  cried out in pleasure. 
Bailey thrust repeatedly, his need as great as Sam's. They shared the pleasure, Sam urging him on. Bailey was only focused on her, building the pressure in her to a breaking point. He pumped long and deep, seeking to provide her a powerful climax. Once she cried  out  her pleasure reached, Bailey finished his own journey. Groaning deep as he finished. 

Sam was still recovering from the wonder of him. Bailey was adjusting his pants, he attempted to straighten his shirt then noticed the buttons were mostly gone. Sam admired the hard rise of his chest. He was powerful, his body well muscled.
"Don't cover up, I like the view." 

"We should go to my house if you want to continue this."

Bailey helped her to her feet, handing her the slacks and underwear he had removed.
Sam pulled don her slacks and stuffed her underwear into her jacket pocket. 
Bailey smiled and kissed her, long and tender he was tasting her. He didn't want the hard fast coupling they had just shared to be the only thing she remembered about their first time. He wanted her to know he loved her, it wasn't just about the desire.

Bailey collected his ready kit and Sam's things from his office and rejoined her in the hallway. He guided her to the garage, his hand at the small of her back. Sam was still in a state of bliss. Bailey loved her, he really loved her. 

During the drive to his house Bailey held Sam's hand. He couldn't break contact 
with her for more than a minute. His love had been suppressed for so long he
needed to express it, even in small ways.

He opened the door and ushered her inside. Once the door was closed he kissed
Sam. He wanted to make love with her again. He wanted this time to be wonderful.

"Sam do you want a drink?"

"No, Bailey all I want is you."

"You were saying before about the view, tell me what you want."

Sam pushed the sides of his shirt apart, she stroked one hand down either side of his wide chest. He was so powerful. 
"I never realized, I never let myself think about you this way."

Sam pushed his shirt off his shoulders, it dropped to the floor. She caressed his broad shoulders, the thick cord of muscle where his neck and shoulder merged.
Sam leaned in and kissed him there, while her hands traveled down the huge
bulge of his biceps. She went over the hard rise of his arms, again and again.
While her mouth kissed and nibbled, his collar bone, the hollow of his throat. 
Sam kissed Bailey there, he tasted salty and musky. Sam loved his scent, there was cigar and leather and something she couldn't define but knew as only him.

Bailey was enjoying her attentions, but he wanted to touch her too. 

"The bedroom." He scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her to his bedroom. He set her on her feet and kissed her, his hands buried in the mass of her soft hair. Sam slipped her jacket off, she was eager to feel her bare skin against his. The roughness of his chest hair, made her want to feel her breasts bare against his body. 
She slipped out of her slacks again, then reached for his fly. He was kissing her, his hands framing her face, his attention on their joined mouths. Sam fondled his full erection, making him harden even more with her stroking him. She unzipped his pants and pushed them to the floor. She pushed his underwear off as well. His cock was throbbing with his arousal, it stretched up against his abdomen, reaching to his navel.

"Bail, help me with this." Sam pulled her top off over her head, her bra the only clothing left between them.

"Sam you are so beautiful." Bailey kissed the swell of her breast, then unfastened the bra and filled his hands with her lushness. 
Sam arched into his touch, but moved them towards the bed. She guided Bailey to lay down and she lay against his side. Sam stroked his erection, with one hand. Bailey nudged her legs apart, he teased her bud of arousal with his thumb. Sam was treated to a climax after only a few talented touches. Bailey smiled, "You weren't expecting that."

"Oh, God Bailey" Her hand on his cock squeezed when she climaxed. Bailey groaned 
and freed himself form her hold. He rolled her to her back mounting her in one fluid movement and settling deep. Sam gasped and grabbed his arms. He was filling her, he felt huge. Bailey waited a minute then began. He built the pressure again, his need and hers until he knew they were both close. 
"Bailey please"
He pushed just a little harder and they climaxed together. Sam crying out her pleasure as he groaned his own. 

Bailey balanced over her supporting his weight, then he moved onto his back, pulling Sam into his side.
"I love you Samantha Waters, and I want to make you happy."
He placed a kiss on her temple, and sighed he was very content.

Sam cuddled closer to him, her cheek on his chest. 
"I love you Bailey, I have for so long, we wasted so much time, when we could have been together. You do make me happy, and you're the only person who has ever made me feel safe." 
Bailey tighten his arms around her. "We are together now, that is all that matters."

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