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Tweak says, "SPLADAOW!"

Sam Hanna (sam_hanna) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2012-02-22 20:19:00

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*complete, 2012 02, character: g callen, character: sam hanna

RP: Sam and G
Who: Sam and G
Where: their home
When: February 22, 2012
Summary: Sam is still finding way to make it up to G

Sunday night had been a lot better than the rest of the weekend, and Sam had done his best to make it up to G. Not with words, because he knew that those would be useless, but with touches and kisses, but he wasn't done. He just got creative.

Good thing about overnight shipping and online ordering, because that was the only way he pulled this off.

He waited until after dinner, and then went to their spare room, and came back. "I got something for you. I thought you deserve it for being so patient. After all, we know who the patient one is in this partnership, but since rewarding good behavior is supposed to encourage behavior in the future...." He trailed off as he put a box on the coffee table. Inside, there was a bear, with camo briefs and a uniform. Sam had gotten a rifle, then he had drawn tattoos with a sharpies and finally he had cut the stomach and sewed it back together. "See if you like it."

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g_callen
2012-02-24 03:36 am UTC (link)

"Many occasions," G answered without modesty. The next moment he laughed as he considered what Sam was saying. "One or both of us wouldn't be alive right now if we hadn't. Either I'd have gotten us killed or you'd have killed me. And I was a smartass, you just have immunity because you're as big a smartass as I am in your way."

Sighing, he shook his head. "And that would be part of any hesitation I have in coming out to anyone. People aren't us. They don't get these things. They would never conceive of someone being able to do what you do, give the orders you know I would give or approve, whether it's what you would like or not. If they treat us as one unit now, it'll only get worse and add resentment on top of it, questions of judgement. Well, is he agreeing with him because he's right or because they're sleeping together? I don't want the fact we're together and people know we're together to undermine the authority you have."

For a moment, G just sat there, one finger idly tracing from memory lines of ink he couldn't see through the sleeve of Sam's shirt. "We've relaxed around them, but even then, I know I'm still conscious of how we act. The only time I'm not is here, when it's just us. I've lived with masks and roles for so long, kept everything of value hidden away, protected. There are times I want that, to be able to touch you or kiss you. I just...I don't know if I can. Not, I don't know if I can in the sense that I won't sleep for days. But, I honestly don't know if, given the opportunity, I would be capable of letting myself take it, no matter how much I want it." He huffed softly. "I'm not really very good at letting myself do the things I want to do. Not things like that, things that mean something."

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sam_hanna
2012-02-24 03:48 am UTC (link)

"A few occasions," he answered, because there was no way he was going to let G have the last word, even if they agreed. "Nah, we're still too good to die and I don't kill team members even when I want to. That's what they don't get. I would have never hurt that kid." He didn't have to convince G, because he knew his partner understood. "I'm not a smartass. I'm right. There's a difference."

Sam nodded. "Maybe that was why I was wondering. Does it make it worse? Does it even make a difference to these people? They never seem to get what we're doing unless we explain, in long words, with paragraphs, repeatedly, and even then, they don't seem to get it until something happens."

He ran his fingers under G's shirt, over his chest and around until they rested on the bare skin of his back. "I know you are, and we'll never touch like this, because no one needs to see this. It's ours, and yes, I'm possessive enough not to want to share it with anyone else. How comfortable and relaxed we are around each other is something that no one else needs to see." He kissed G softly. "I love who you are, G. If you feel better hiding it, then we do it. If you want to come out, but don't think you can, then we work toward it. Or I can just kiss you before a meeting and get it over with," he said with a grin.

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g_callen
2012-02-24 04:20 am UTC (link)

"More often than not." G was just egging him on now, pushing because he knew Sam would keep answering. "That was one thing I wasn't worried about." Egos could be hurt, but G knew how much Sam protected his team. He'd never worried about Green's fate at Sam's hands.

"It's like writing lines at school some days, only instead of a sentence written a hundred times, it's War and Peace recited a thousand times." G was pretty sure even Morgan, who undoubtedly was the most talkative of all of them, felt it. "I don't know. It might. Is it a risk we can afford to take?"

When had they become this comfortable with each other, anyway? The way Sam touched him now seemed the most natural thing in the world. But, it wasn't. Not really. Not when he was himself and not a cover. Just with them. "That's good because this no one will ever see." This was too vulnerable, too private. "I don't know, Sam. Like you said, my instinct is to hide." Hide, protect what was precious. If no one knew, no one could take it away from him. "But, at the same time, I know that instinct is flawed, a product of fear and the way I grew up, perhaps it's that even more than it's based in any real risk analysis. I guess what I'm saying is if it's something you want, I want to try. It's going to be out there after the first time we kiss or touch, anyway. From there it's just one more thing for me to get used to in that year of sudden connections, right?"

G laughed. "I didn't realize kissing in front of an audience was a trait of the Hanna men."

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sam_hanna
2012-02-24 04:37 am UTC (link)

"Less than fifty percent of the times." They could keep going for most of the night, or at least until they decided that sex was a better way to spend the night, so for now, he just kept bantering, as if they were really trying to determine G's ability to be right. "I know you weren't, but I'm a SEAL. Spencer was Special Ops. We do not harm with our team. We screw with members of our team to make them better, to teach them something, but we never harm them. He should remember that."

"I don't like to talk," he said, glaring even if it wasn't G's fault. "I don't see the reason to keep saying the same thing. If I'm saying it, it's what it is. The end. I still don't have an answer, because it feels that not knowing changes nothing."

Sam chuckled. "We can agree on something." They agreed on more than one thing, or even a few, but that went without saying. "There's plenty that I'd still want to hide anyway, because it's no one's business. We really don't have to rush into this, G. I know that a year is hardly rushing, but it is for now. Maybe we can start with something easier." He took G's hand and slipped the ring out. "It's out there without us having to do anything," he said putting the ring on G's left hand, before moving his own ring. "Let's get used to this first, and then we can talk about kissing and touching.

He snorted. "That wasn't a kiss. That was kids not knowing what they were doing. When I kiss you, everyone will know to back the fuck off, because anyone who so much as touches what's mine is going to end up with a broken wrist. And that's because I don't harm my team."

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g_callen
2012-02-24 05:07 am UTC (link)

"Minimum two out of three instances. Sometimes it just takes so long to prove, people forget." That last part was probably more accurate than he'd like to think, but G was getting used to people looking at him like he was nuts until circumstances proved him right. "Or, maybe he should stop hiding in that house with April when there isn't work or training and get to know the team itself. Whether he remembers or not, if he made an effort to know any of us, he'd have known you never would have harmed Green."

G met the glare with a smirk. "I know, Big Guy. I'd much rather leave the talking to Morgan, myself, except it takes him forever to be blunt enough to be effective about some things. But, I don't have the answer either, so maybe we should let it go and do what we do best when we're unsure of the outcome? Wing it."

Holding up his hand, he toyed with the ring in it's new position. "I was just getting used to it on the other hand," he mused aloud, thinking it was amazing he'd gotten used to it at all. G wasn't really a jewelry guy. Some days he was still amazed Sam had wanted him enough to put a ring on his finger in the first place. "It's a good start."

Leaning forward, he kissed Sam to seal the 'agreement' and laughed as he pulled back. "It's a shame Kinney probably knows. I don't have to pretend I don't want to pound him for touching you anymore. Although, I think, since we're feeling our way along here, I may need a demonstration of that kiss."

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sam_hanna
2012-02-24 02:56 pm UTC (link)

"Or sometimes you end up being right, because your partners fixes your mistakes and let's you take the credit." He could go along with G, since he knew just how good G instincts were, but if he gave him too soon, then he would just be humoring him, and that would start a new round of discussing about who was humoring who. They might as well continue on this topic. "Spencer has always found a reason not to engage. It has nothing to do with eyesight or April. He's a mercenary, G. You know my stand on these criminals."

Sam snorted. "Blunt? Does he know the meaning of the word? We might have to give him a dictionary as a gift." He nodded. Winging it sounds fine." Except this time, winging would require reading G a lot more, because he would not push G into coming out.

He pressed his hand against G's and looked at the rings. "And now you get used to this finger." He smiled a little. "If this is the first real marriage, we might as well do it right."

Sam rolled his eyes. "As if a ring would stop him. John has done more to stop him than him knowing. Now, speaking of demonstrations." He didn't know why G insisted on shirts, but at least they usually had the top buttons open which meant that he could pull the shirt up and take it off like a tee. He pulled G closer, hand behind his head and kissed, showing just how much this claim meant to Sam, and this was just the beginning. They wouldn't even have to move for Sam to prove his point.

One day, he'd have to talk Vance for these huge couches.

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