The final chapter.

I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who has reviewed this story, both here and on any other board that I have posted Deception on.

For those who are interested in a sequel, there is one, although it remains unfinished and one day I shall get around to finishing it and posting it.


Three months later Martin and Sam were sitting anxious in his apartment. The verdict was due to be given and Danny was going to call them after it was announced.

Seeing as Sam was still having trouble dealing with all the media coverage that was being shown through the various mediums, both photos in the newspapers, sketches and footage on the news were most of them entered the court house with their head held high, they had decided against going in to hear the verdict first hand.

"You heard what Joanna said to the jury in her closing argument." Martin attempted to bring Sam into a good mood. "Compared to what Stanzister said in his, and there's too much evidence, they're all going away for a long time." Martin stood and walked up to her, taking her hands in his.

"I know." She looked at the floor. "I just can't help it." Martin was expecting her to say more so he didn't speak, bringing a silence over them both.

"You need a break from this." He whispered walking back into the kitchen.

"Every time I walk outside I always see something that reminds me. This whole trial is front page news, I can't escape it." She moaned following him, taking the soda he handed to her.

"That's the reason why I am already having ideas of somewhere you wouldn't even imagine." He smiled, his tone was almost a hoarse whisper, but there was something there that made her giggle.

"As long as its forever and secluded I don't care." Sam sighed leaning against the fridge.

Martin smiled at her, knowing that she was going to be so happy to get away to the Caribbean for a week of doing nothing but sleep on the beach and relax in crystal clear blue water.

Both thoughts that Martin and Sam were having at that time were popped by the shrill ringing of the phone. They both shared a glance as Martin approached slowly, then bringing the phone to his ear even slower.

The moment Martin answered it, Sam felt the old feeling of her stomach churning and its contents rising. Rushing to the bathroom she never heard the conversation Martin had over the phone. A part of her didn't want to, trying to work out the full conversation when all you had was half of it.

That was one thing she hated whenever she was around a person talking on the phone; there was always a part of the conversation that you didn't know about, and wouldn't know about until it was conveyed in the other person's words.

Returning to the main area, Martin was leaning against the sofa with his back to her. She didn't know whether he was waiting for her to return, happy about the decision, or depressed because they'd been let off.

"Hey." She whispered reaching him. He looked deep in thought which made her feel uneasy.

"Malone will be in prison for the rest of his life, for sexual assault, sexual abuse, extortion, and treason. All others will be in jail for the next 15 years minimum." Martin sighed not looking at her.

"There's a but. I can feel a but coming on." She whispered the anxious feeling in her stomach rising again.

"No buts, they were all found guilty and sent to jail where they all belong." Martin looked up at her smiling finally.

Sam could feel tears in her eyes, her body starting to tingle as an unfamiliar feeling began to overtake her. She could feel the corners of her lips twitching upwards and before she knew it she was beaming at him, her arms wrapped around his neck.

The sound of her laughter, the feel of her body shaking as she did little jumps in front of him, rocked Martin. He couldn't believe how happy she was, well he could believe it but it startled him.

After a few minutes she moved her head so that they could see each other. Without a moment's hesitation she had her lips pressed against Martin's forcing his lips apart and her tongue inside his mouth.

"Sam," Martin managed to mumble as she pulled away from him weakly.

"Allow me to be happy." She smiled kissing him again, a moan rising from her throat.

Martin couldn't help but feel that this was all too soon, but he knew that ever since he had admitted that he loved her, she had become much closer to him, clinging to him as they slept.

During the day they spent innumerable hours talking and playing various board games, mostly monopoly, although Martin had a collection of Monopoly's so they always enjoyed it.

Now her kisses, and the force behind them, and the way she managed to direct him in the direction of the bedroom, gave him an insight into her mindset. A part of him didn't want to have sex with her just yet though; he was afraid that it could bring back memories and she could resume her cold attitude towards him.

"I don't want to hurt you." He mumbled as she stepped away from him, pulling her shirt over her head.

"I've wanted this since you told me you loved me." She smiled working on removing his shirt. He held his arms close to his sides in protest. "Martin please, if I was going to allow myself to be hurt, why am I standing here topless?" Martin opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute her argument.

Sam wasted no time in pulling his shirt over his head, glad that he wasn't holding back. As she dropped the shirt to the floor she allowed her fingers to trace over his torso, before bringing her lips back to his.

Quickly both their sweatpants were discarded on the floor and they were lying on Martin's bed kissing. Sam reached to her back, unclasping her bra and tossing it as far as she could from the bed. Noting Martin's reluctance to touch her, she brought his hand to her breast, encouraging him to touch it the way she liked.

Quickly his thoughts about hurting her were discarded as she continued to encourage him. She rolled him over so that she was lying on top of him, moving down so that her hips were over his knees. She looked up at him, a dark and seductive look in her eyes as she hooked her fingers into his boxers pulling them down and resting a finger, feather light on his penis.

As she gently traced her finger up and down, she watched him grow. He rolled his head back into the pillows as she brought him to attention, gasping when he felt her lips, then her tongue take over the stimulation. He looked down to see her looking up at him. She continued to look at him until she could feel herself become hotter and hotter. She didn't want to come alone, but wanted him to have some form of control over her when she did.

She let go of him, causing him to whimper, bringing herself back to his level, kissing him and rolling them both over so that he was on top of her.

His hand moved down to her centre and he moaned as he felt how wet she was through her underwear.

"We have a problem." He mumbled between kisses.

"What?" She said alarmed. She didn't want there to be any problems now, she wanted everything to be perfect.

He kissed her again as he pulled her pants off, allowing her to know what the problem was.

"I want you inside me." She whispered as he through the pants on the floor.

He smiled weakly. "Are you sure?" He breathed reaching for his drawer.

She leaned up and kissed him, bringing his stray hand back to her body. "I need,"

"I know, but there's nothing to worry about." She said not wanting the knowledge that she couldn't have children affect this moment.

"But," Martin began.

"No but's. It's safe." She whispered reaching for him.

The feelings as their bodies met made Sam's body go into overdrive. She couldn't believe she was so close already, and he'd only just entered her! She pulled his head down to hers, kissing him, moaning throatily as every thrust brought her closer.

Every moan she made amazed Martin. He'd never been with a woman where minimal foreplay and she was instantly climaxing. He liked it. It made his own orgasm come faster than expected.

Their moans started coming in unison, although neither could part their mouths to shout the others name.

Sam felt her orgasm hit her as a powerful thrust from Martin hit her. He maintained their rhythm throughout, as his own orgasm hit as he felt her muscles clench around him.

Neither knew how long the feeling lasted. It felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. As Martin felt his arm give way out of sheer exhaustion, he collapsed on top of her, both taking longer than usual to regain their breath.

After a few minutes, Sam managed to raise her hands high enough to play with Martin's hair.

"No, energy, need sleep." Martin mumbled closing his eyes.

"I love you." She whispered as he wrapped his arms around her, never wanting to let her go. She managed to catch a glance of the smile playing on his lips, before she too, closed her eyes falling asleep.