room 216 ; saturday afternoon

[necroslacker]

Sam's week hadn't really improved after Brannoc's phone call. It hadn't gotten worse but he'd hoped for good news. Brid had called him last night and hadn't given him that. The conversation hadn't been terse, thankfully, but he could tell she was worried which worried him. Something supernatural was attacking locals in Seattle and she hated that she couldn't figure it out. He'd tried to remind her that she wasn't a superhero but she'd said she was and Sam had laughed because he kind of figured she'd say that.

No one had died though and Brid had promised to keep looking. Sam had hung up with her promising to call if things got worse. And he'd actually admitted a fear that maybe Douglas had somehow escaped which she'd tried to reassure him was false.

Currently, Sam was trying to shove dirty laundry into a too small basket and getting more and more frustrated with it as minutes passed. He knew it wasn't the laundry that was causing his stress and frustration but a build up of a few things and his poor clothes were just in the way. He felt like he just kept hitting brick walls in every area of his life. He'd manage to climb over one and hit another and it was just an unending process.

Sam was getting a headache from all the brick walls. And his laundry was just not fitting in the freaking hamper. That was the story of his life, right there.

[Door & post are open, sure]

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[necroslacker]

"I do too," Sam said, reaching to try and tug his blanket up around them to keep them warm and cocooned in this nice bit of intimacy they'd found. "I like you."

[whenshewasnice]

"So I've heard," Natalie said with a lopsided little smile. "I like you too."

[necroslacker]

"That's nice to hear," he said and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. "You've got nice skin."

[whenshewasnice]

"Thanks." That was not the first time she'd heard that. It was probably some early Perfect Woman bonus. "It serves me well."

[necroslacker]

"I'm glad one of us does," he said and actually winced when his back seemed to give some phantom throb. That happened sometimes. "It's nice to touch."

[whenshewasnice]

"You're free to," she replied, though the wince made her curious. "I don't mind being touched."

[necroslacker]

"Thanks," he said and pressed his lips to her shoulder again. He stayed right there, lips against her skin and eyes closed. He was mostly enjoying how that felt and he was also getting a little thoughtful about things.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie did not object to him doing that at all. She closed her eyes and moved a little to drape her arm around his waist.

She hadn't done this skin to skin thing in a while, and hadnät even realized she'd missed it.

[necroslacker]

Sam hummed quietly and stayed where he was. The last time he'd been close to someone like this, they'd been in a cage and it'd been more for Brid's survival than anything else. Right now, it was just because they both wanted to be close to each other.

It was nice. It was just nice to lay with someone and not have his life be on the line outside this bed.

[Is that an umlaut above that A or are you just a tired, tired Finnish person? ;)]

[whenshewasnice]

It really was nice. Natalie would have no problem with just doing this for the next while. She'd almost not even stopped by, and now she wasn't sure about the exact whereabouts of her shirt, and didn't particularly even care just because he was warm.

Yes, this was good.

[Ugh I make that typo constantly (the ä key is right next to the ' key), but usually I catch it! Yeah I'm so going to bed after this ping and that other one.]

[necroslacker]

Sam wouldn't really object to doing this for awhile either. He hadn't exactly expected to end up cuddling with her in his bed but whatever his plans had been, he was tossing those in favor of this with her.

He sighed and relaxed against her. It was the best he'd felt all week. Yes, this definitely was good.

[GOOD NIGHT!]