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"So....Sam?  What are we gonna do now?"  Sally asked him nervously.  You see, she had, like most people, never been kiddnapped before.

"What ever you want to do." He answered happily, flashing her a huge grin that showed off his glittering white teeth and she knew her heart unwillingly skipped a beat.

Sally thought about how she would phrase this, but there was no easy way in sight. "I-I'd kind of like to go home."

He looked confused, "But you are home, this is your home.  You live with me."

Sally shivered, but not from the cold and Sam noticed. "Here, take my coat." He handed her a coat off the couch.

Sally felt braver and contridicted him, "No, no I don't.  Sam I don't live with you." She said it calmer than she thought possible.

"What are you talking about?  You've always lived here with me."

"No." Sally said in a firm, but comforting voice.

"How about this, we go get some fresh air, I bought some flowers we need to plant."

Sally's hopes raised, then lowered when she saw him leading her towards the back door.  She stepped outside and blinked.  It was cloudy, but still bright compared to the only-candles-thing going on inside.

"I got your favorite-daisies." Sally looked and saw a buch of oversizes daisies and wondered how Sam knew they were her favorite. Then she remembered about the whole stalking thing.

She picked up a daisy and a digging tool and got started planting.  He watched her for a minute, still smiling then got to work as well.

He'd flirt with her every few minutes by sprinkling a bit of dirt on her, or clicking his digging tool to hers.  But what amazed her is that she would flirt back.  She fought back in the dirt fight, blowing some dirt on his face, waging a faux fight.  Surprised it was so natural.  She stopping being so comfortable when he kissed the flower she was holding, all the way from the petals, down the stem, then to her hand.

He looked up at her, but his smile faded when he saw the expression on his face. "What's wrong, Sally? You've never been this shy before."

She lost all her composure right there. "No Sam! What's with you?! I haven't ever met you before this day! You freaking kidnapped me dressed as an old lady early this morning!"

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but Sally was still in hysterics and cut him off. "You-you psycho!" She screamed and him.

Sam's beautiful face looked amazingly hurt at her words. He looked at her for a long moment, then turned and went inside.

Sally watched him go, then silent tears started running down her cheeks.  She didn't cry out of fear this time, she cried because she could tell she hurt Sam really bad. How could she care about this man so much? She was right, he did kidnap her, but he hadn't treated her bad and he cared out her.  And she had to admit to herself that for some odd reason, she cared about him, too.

Still crying, she ran in the house after him.  It was still fairly dark, the candles from the table almost used up from use.  She wondered into the rest of the house blindly, looking for Sam.  After almost running into a wall again, Sam caught her before she fell.

"Sam! Sam. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." She cried.

"Don't worry about it", he murmered and still kept her in his arms.  She rested her head on his chest without even thinking about it. They stayed like that for a while, then she looked up at where she thought his head was and imagined his gorgeous blue-green eyes.

The next thing she knew, Sam's lips had found her's in the darkness and he kissed her, not too hard, but not too softly.  It wasn't long, but it wasn't a short little peck, either.  He pulled back and waited, then kissed her again.

Sally felt her lungs screaming then realized she forgot to breathe. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out. Just as Sam was leaning towards her for a third kiss, she rushed it, and kissed him.

"Third time really is the charm, isn't it?" Sam laughed.

He didn't wait for an answer that Sally wasn't about to give, their mouths were a little too busy.  Sally's mind battled her mixed thoughts out.  I should hate him, She thought. He stalked me, tricked me, and made me stay with him. But I like staying with him. A different part of her mind argued. No I don't. Yes I do. She mentally slapped her self. Don't think like that, it's been a day.

While she argued with herself, her kisses grew faster, more forceful, without her noticing.  Sam's quickened and he matched her pace.  He broke off after a few minutes and said in his lovely deep voice, "I love you."