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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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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.

Sam had never been more happy to feel her start coming then he was right now because that meant he could let himself loose as well. He thrust hard into one more time and felt himself coming as well. Every muscle seemed to tense and his skin started to tingle. He could still hear her in his ears and could feel the pleasant sting of where she'd scratched him and it combined to make him feel amazing.

He was aware he was moaning or saying something but he didn't care about that. All he cared about how how could she felt wrapped around him and coming and how good he felt coming as well.

It was just a big mess of really good feelings, wasn't it? Natalie thought it was pretty great, definitely.

Figuratively, anyway. She wasn't having thoughts that were that specific right now. She was just starting to come down, still holding on to him so no one fell over or anything while they were still basking.

Basking was a damn good for it. Sam was still panting but he did pick his head up so he could nuzzle against Natalie's cheek. He did let her leg go slowly so she could get both feet on the ground but he stayed insider her and pressed against her for the moment.

Natalie was still panting too, but at least having both feet on the floor made her feel a little less like she was going to fall over.

She even managed to get her nails off his skin, finally, though her arms stayed around him.

"Was that..." He stopped and took a deep breath. "Was that a good study session?"

It'd felt amazing to him.

"Yeah," Natalie sighed, nuzzling his shoulder. "I'm sure Professor Maggotbone would be proud, if I was going to tell her. Which I'm not."

"That's appreciated," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Really don't need teachers knowing about my sex life. You ready to get out or you wanna stay in here for a little longer?"

"I think I could be in favour of falling back into bed."

She could still try and claim those cuddles, you know.

"I think that's an excellent plan," Sam said, already moving to step back. It meant he lost the warmth of her body but he figured he'd get it back soon when they got into bed. He reached for the water to turn it off so they could start getting out.

Natalie pushed away from the wall and wondered whether she had a tile pattern pressed into the skin of her back. Even if she did, it was still going to look better than his back, with the scars and the scratches from her nails.

"You're smiling," she noted.

"I am," He said as the water shut off and he started to step out of the shower. He reached a hand towards her to help her out of the shower. "I've got a reason to smile so I'm gonna smile."

Natalie took his hand, mostly for reasons other than needing any help. "You have a reason to smile? Never would have guessed."

"Ha ha," Sam joked, reaching for a towel for himself and a towel for her. "You telling me you're not pretty happy right now?"

"I said nothing of the sort," Natalie replied, already reaching for one of the towels. "So no."

"Exactly," Sam said, drying himself off with the towel and shaking his hair before brushing it out of his eyes. As he went to wipe his shoulders, he did catch a glimpse of some of the marks she'd left on him and raised an eyebrow.

"What's that for?" Natalie asked, catching that expression while drying her hair.

Like she didn't know.

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