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room 227 ; sunday morning

There hadn't been a lot of sleeping last night. Sure, he'd tried but he'd had a stupid nightmare that had left him breathing hard and sweating. He hadn't wanted to wake up Natalie so he'd grabbed his board and headed out to do...something. He just wanted to shake the nightmare off.

The hours had passed slowly but he'd stayed out the entire night, alternating between skateboarding and walking and sitting on benches both around the island and the mainland. Eventually, the sun started coming up and Sam started making his way back to the room. He stopped to pick up some breakfast on the way and was now slipping back inside the room quietly since it was still early.

He wasn't going to be going back to sleep but that didn't mean he had to wake anyone else up.

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That could be arranged. Natalie was deepening the kiss, sliding her tongue against his. Her nails were moving up over his ribs again, too, then dragging over to scratch at his back.

Oh, yeah, and she was also doing her best to be open about what she was feeling. Projecting, even.

It was helping, it was definitely helping. Sam was giving as good as he was getting too. He was responding to the kiss eagerly, pushing his hips into hers and letting her feelings completely envelope him. The hand he wasn't holding the condom with slipped down and hooked under her thigh.

He pulled said leg up against his hip and tried to get closer to her, tried to let her know he was definitely getting hard, yeah.

Natalie made a little noise that said yeah, she could feel that. Also, that was a little wave of lust and excitement coming off of her. Definitely lust. And her nails pressed into his back a little harder, a little sharper.

So far, this experiment in studying sin was going rather well.

Harder and sharper was good. I was very good and Sam would have moaned if his mouth had been free. As it was, he just dove into that kiss a little more and pressed her back into the tiles a little harder. He still had the condom in his other hand and he figured he'd get to using that soon.

For now, it was still foreplay and kissing and his wet body sliding against hers.

All very good things. Natalie was saving her moans for later but she still hummed quietly with appreciation. (See, she was already doing it!) The kiss was leaving her breathless and she knew she was going to have to catch a breath soon, but not yet.

One of her hands left his back to slide over his chest, and the curve of his shoulder. Her nails were still sharp, regardless.

Leaving her breathless? Sam would consider that an accomplishment. Her nails and her lips and her mouth and her everything was really contributing to getting him harder and harder. It wasn't taking much, he was sensitive to her to extreme degrees and he expected that sort of thing.

He kept kissing her, kept trying to make her breathless and kept feeling his skin tingling whenever she raked her nails over him.

He was definitely making her breathless. She held out for a while, but eventually she needed to stop kissing him for a sec.

Her lips didn't stray that far from his, but she did break the kiss, trying to catch her breath. But, she could still try and tilt her hips a little for just the slightest bit of friction. You know, to compensate.

With his free hand, Sam brushed some of her wet hair back from her face before letting his lips find her neck again to give her some time to breathe. He couldn't resist licking at her skin though and it gave him a chance to catch his breath as well.

The friction made him gasp and sigh and he squirmed, wanting more of that.

Natalie tilted her head away from him to expose more skin for his mouth to explore, because that felt nice and she was greedy sometimes. Meanwhile, her hand trailed over his shoulder to the back of his neck, just lightly dragging her nails over the skin there, as if to tease.

Sam lifted his head and just looked at her. Any of the previous teasing had fallen away and had been replaced by that lustful feeling she'd wanted. He leaned closer and kissed her lightly, even licking at her lips before bringing the hand with the condom down a little closer so he could start tearing it open.

And Natalie was just breathing, and watching him.

"I love you."

... And, apparently, saying that. There was a quite a bit of lust there, too. Quite a bit of want. Love, too, but mixed with other things.

"I love you too," Sam said, tossing the condom wrapper outside of the shower and stepping back just for a few second to slide the condom on his cock now. He stepped closer to again, reaching for one of her legs again.

Natalie licked her lips, watching him. Not blinking. Too intense for that.

And her foot was off the floor practically before his hand touched her leg. Maybe she was a little eager.

Just a little? Sam would have smiled if he hadn't been reaching down to get a hold of his cock so he could line himself up with her. And he made sure to meet her unblinking gaze while he slid into her. He steeled himself not to look away, not to sigh, not to gasp.

He just wanted to watch this on her face.

Natalie didn't do much steeling herself.

Well, except for the part where she kind of wanted to shut her eyes tightly and tilt her head back. She didn't do either because she wanted to keep up the eye contact. Everything else, though... Her eyebrows knitted together, her mouth was open (and her lips more red than usual), her breath caught on a gasp.

For a second, Sam just stayed where he was, inside her as far as he could go and feeling her warmth all around him. But, staying still wasn't going to get them both what they wanted. So, his hips came back and thrust forward, starting up a quick and firm rhythm.

He settled a hand near her shoulder, against the shower tiles to give himself some support and some leverage for what he was doing.

Well, that was definitely enough to get a moan out of Natalie. And her nails digging into his back some more again, just out of instinct or reflex or something else like that.

She was sure he wouldn't mind.

He didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. It spurred him on, made that quick and firm pace of his hips seem even more natural and effortless. He encouraged her to wrap her leg around his waist, hitch it against his hips so he could push his cock deeper and deeper into her.

He was breathing harder and starting to gasp as well now.

Gasping was happening. Panting, too, and various other sounds of pleasure. Some of them were even a bit louder than she tended to let out but that just went with that whole lust thing. Clawing at his skin, standing on one foot with her leg wrapped around his waist, and his cock thrusting into her, she couldn't find it in herself to be any more subdued.

She was appreciating his body, and letting him know that. And she was still staring into his eyes. That was like a challenge.

Sam was pretty sure he was going to fail the challenge of keeping his eyes on hers. He was already blinking hard and each time he thrust into her (and he was doing that faster and faster) made his eyelids flutter and made him moan just a little bit.

He couldn't even really feel his hips by now as they were on automatic, just thrusting and thrusting out like clockwork. He hadn't looked away yet but he wasn't going to be able to look much longer.

Natalie did have an unfair advantage when it came to that. Oh well, more for her to see, and it wasn't like her brain was really processing all of the information it was receiving, anyway.

Kind of overwhelmed by what he was doing. Really, she was just holding on and gasping, occasionally even a few words that weren't up to her normal standards of coherency but dealt mostly with things like how amazing this felt, and how he felt, hard and inside her. And of course, just his name. That did fine enough on its own to convey what she felt as long as the tone was right.

Finally, Sam did drop his head. He pressed his face against her neck and kept thrusting, keep pushing hard into her, kept trying to change angles and kept trying to get deeper and deeper. He was gasping and moaning against her wet skin now, unable to stop himself.

He could feel the finish coming, could feel it coiling it in his stomach and he kept going. He was sucking in breaths and angling his hips to slam into her each time.

Yeah, Natalie could feel that for herself, too. Hearing his moans and gasps right by her ear was adding to that too. There were going to be red marks on the his back and the back of his neck for a while after this, because she kept clawing at his skin, trying to hold on.

"Come on, come on," she murmured, like a mantra. Hovering right by her release and praying for him to deliver. "Come on, Samhain."

Sam was obliging. Or, he was trying to oblige, at least. His hips didn't falter in their rhythm. If anything, they picked up speed, thrusting hard into her and pushing her back into the tiles with each movement of his hips. He kept gasping by her ear and kept sucking in breath to make sure he didn't pass out.

He wasn't going to care about the red marks on his back and neck at all. He was just caring about getting her over that edge and hoping he went with her.

Natalie was definitely getting there. Her eyes had closed by now, too, but she could still hear him and, aside from the obvious, that was connection enough.

And then she was there. Her nails dug deeper into his skin, her leg clamped down harder around his waist, and pleasure rolled through her, starting deep and spreading to every part of her. She gasped and she moaned, and everything was foggy.

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