Room 227 | Sunday Morning

[necroslacker]

Sam hadn't slept last night. Usually, that wasn't a huge deal since he tended to sleep alone but now that he was living with his girlfriend, it was kind of hard to hide that from her at the very least. He'd laid there for awhile and then he'd gotten up and puttered around the room and eventually went for a walk.

Look, he'd been trying hard to make sure those ghosts didn't appear at night, okay? It was either not sleeping or wearing the pouch and he chose...not sleeping. Because he was an idiot.

But, he was awake now. He had a bowl of cereal in front of him, his skateboard laying wheels up next to his hip and his back against the foot of the bed. A few records were near his feet and one of them was on the record player, filling the room with quiet music.

But hey, he hadn't been entirely unproductive this past weekend. He'd gone into town, gotten himself a job, and now he was eating cereal and was about to fix up his skateboard.

So, things...could be worse.

[Door closed, post open!]

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[whenshewasnice]

"Don't look so smug about it," Natalie replied, rolling her eyes. Probably just giving him all the more reason to be smug, since he was getting to her. "Yes."

[necroslacker]

He smirked again and leaned up to kiss the underside of her chin. "What're you gonna do about it?"

[whenshewasnice]

She sighed. That felt nice.

"I don't have a plan."

[necroslacker]

"Pity," he murmured, sighing. "I might have helped you if you'd had a plan."

[whenshewasnice]

"Helped how?" Natalie asked quietly, trying turn her head to catch a little kiss from him. "Hands, mouth ...?"

[necroslacker]

"Dunno," he mumbled against her lips. "Something. Something good."

[whenshewasnice]

"Something good?" she murmured. "Hm. What if I want you to help but have no plan?"

[necroslacker]

"You might have to come up with a plan," Sam said, shaking his head. "I'm too out of it to think for myself."

[whenshewasnice]

"But not too out of it to do things?"

She kissed him again, softly.

"How are your hands? Apart from in need of a wash."

[necroslacker]

"I can do things," he assured her, mumbling the words against her lips. "My hands are pretty okay besides being a little messy."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie caught his lip between her teeth for a second, then let it go. "Hobble over to the bathroom, then come back and help me."

[necroslacker]

"You're gonna have to let me go for that to happen," Sam pointed out, laughing. "Ready to do that?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Reluctantly." Well, she drew her arms from around him, but slowly. "Go on."

[necroslacker]

Sam sighed and pushed himself to his feet. He pulled his pants up enough that they wouldn't fall down while he made his way to the bathroom. It didn't take too long before he'd disappeared into the bathroom to clean up.

He took his shirt off, first of all, and then went to work on his pants. They were just gonna have to go, Sam thought. Well, he'd just help her out in his boxers. That worked.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie didn't just sit around, either. She got off the bed and, after a moment of just getting feeling to come back to her legs after kneeling for so long, padded over to take her robe down again.

Because clearly, what she needed to do now was get that back on her. Except she took everything else off first.

[necroslacker]

Sam eventually emerged from the bathroom with his pants balled up. He tossed them in the laundry basket along with his shirt which left him in just a pair of thin boxers that had avoided getting messy previously.

"Still need my help?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Mmhm." Like only someone wearing a kimono that barely reached halfway down her thighs could. She was still standing, and gave him a half smirk. "I do."

[necroslacker]

"What kind of help?" Sam asked, padding closer to her. "Make a plan for yourself?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Did make you go to the bathroom to clean your hands up," she pointed out, watching him move closer. "Think that might imply something related to your fingers."

[necroslacker]

"It very well might," Sam agreed, stopping just in front of her, eyes flicking down to where that robe of hers stopped. "You put clothes on though."

[whenshewasnice]

"Barely." Well, she'd closed the robe, at least? "I doubt this counts as clothes, as such. I wouldn't go out of the room like this."

[necroslacker]

"Nothing under there?" Sam asked, reaching for the robe to see if she'd let him pull it open. "Interesting."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm under this." Duh. She didn't try stopping him. "Other than that..."

Nothing at all.

[necroslacker]

"You're what I wanted to see under this anyway," he said, pushing the robe open and bending his head to lick across one bare breast. She deserved it for being all naked and inviting like that.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie thought she deserved it for a few reasons. Her head tipped back on a quiet sigh. She hadn't been lying about being affected, so that touch of his tongue felt pretty darn nice. Shiverworthy.