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room 216 ; saturday afternoon

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.

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So, she kissed him, lingering, and maybe even reasserting what she'd said earlier, a little bit. She liked him. That was directly connected to wanting to kiss him, after all.

She leaned into him a little more.

He hoped that wanting to kiss him meant she felt something for him so he'd be glad to know it meant she liked him. When she leaned into him, he deepened the kiss the slightest bit, expressing something without words as well. He didn't want to do all the talking but he could do his share.

And Natalie responded to that with the kind of eagerness she generally reserved for wordless moments like this, doing her own little part in intensifying the kiss. It was her reward for not just walking past his door again.

It was a good reward all around, Sam thought. They were both getting something they wanted and they both seemed to be giving just as good as they were getting.

Sam nipped lightly at her lip before diving back into that kiss and nudging her backwards towards his bed. They weren't that far from it so it wouldn't be a long walk but standing up was getting old.

And feet were precious things that didn't need to be worn out. Or something. Point was, Natalie agreed. Her lips had tried twitching into a smile at the nipping, though it hadn't had time to bloom before the kissing continued, and now she moved smoothly in the direction he'd nudged her in.

No stumbling. She rarely moved in ways that didn't look controlled.

While she was walking, Sam's hands actually drifted down to the hem of her shirt, just wondering if he'd be allowed to possibly do that. He was thinking about it even while his lips were moving against hers.

They hadn't seen each other for a week and he wasn't lying when he said he wanted her. It was just manifesting physically right now.

Natalie wasn't shoving his hands away. He was allowed. In fact, when he did that, she even did her best to try and further deepen that kiss while walking.

And she didn't stop when the backs of her legs hit the edge of his bed.

So, Sam was going to do just that. His fingers curled into her shirt and he lifted, tugging it upwards on the way to getting it off of her. It was a new thing but he found that he wasn't really nervous when she was responding to him like she was.

And if Natalie was nervous about him doing that, it wasn't showing, though that probably wasn't much of a surprise. It wasn't had to slide her shirt up, either: her preference for clothes that were more loose than form-fitting helped there.

As did the fact that she loosened her hold on his shoulders to raise her arms a little.

Sadly, Sam had to stop kissing her to do what he was doing but he didn't move too far away and he got her shirt off pretty quickly. He dropped it beside them and then just reached out and drew his fingers down her bare shoulders and arms, touching the newly exposed skin lightly.

His eyes were on hers while he did it, never letting his gaze move from hers.

Natalie wasn't blinking. If she happened to be getting goosebumps, she was blaming that on the fact that it was November and she was standing here shirtless, and not on the same thing that was making her make sure she breathed evenly.

And feeling thankful that she wasn't the type of person to worry about wearing the plainest bra on the planet.

Sam smiled slightly at her and idly wondered how her eyes didn't water when she didn't blink. He didn't ask about it though. His fingers curled back around her shoulders, tickling her shoulder blades before just rubbing circles against her skin with his palms.

All Natalie could have said was that she didn't know, anyway. Her eyes just didn't water. But he hadn't asked, so she didn't say anything either. But she smiled, just a little, and ran her hands down to his hips.

Sam was pretty aware he was just standing there and touching her but he didn't really care that much either. He leaned forward and dropped a light kiss on one of her bare shoulders before his hands just went right back to touching her shoulders and arms and they even managed to drift down to her stomach a few times.

Natalie shivered, and that was something she wouldn't have tried to deny, either. No point. She also tugged tentatively at the hem of his shirt.

Only seemed fair.

Sam had expected her to do that and when she started to tug, a part of him got very nervous. It wasn't because he didn't want this but because he knew what she'd see when she took off his shirt.

"I ju - you should know that I was in an accident a few years ago," he murmured, sad that the lie was rolling off his tongue so easily, "and I got hurt pretty badly."

That wasn't a lie. Michael had really hurt him. "I got better but my back's almost...completely covered by scars. I just didn't wanna...scare you."

Natalie raised her eyebrows a little, but other than that she didn't look hugely affected or put off.

"Scars don't scare me, Sam," she told him quietly, fingers still tangled in his shirt. Would've been a little different with fresh wounds. "It's just tissue."

"There's just a lot of them," he said, leaning his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. "No one here's really seen them. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't be surprised. I'm not kidding when I say there's a lot of them."

"I understand, Sam," she murmured, eyes closed. "Trust me."

She had a vivid imagination.

Sam nodded and didn't make a move to stop her from getting his shirt off. He hadn't been intending to stop her but he'd wanted to forewarn her just to be on the safe side.

He pressed a light kiss against her cheek and waited for her to slide his t-shirt off.

Natalie resumed tugging his shirt upwards, though she did it slowly. No rush.

She gave him a light kiss before pulling the shirt off over his head.

The shirt coming off sent his hair askew and he gave her a lopsided smile once his shirt was gone. It was still tinged with a touch of nervousness because there was no hiding his back now. But, he was smiling and he trusted her.

She smiled back at him, a little, and raised a hand to lightly stroke his cheek. Maybe it was meant to reassure him because she thought she could see nerves. She slid her other arm over his shoulder.

He stepped closer to her, leaning into her hand and her touch and letting that reassure him. He didn't think she was going to run away screaming but he also knew what he looked like and he couldn't help the nerves, slight as they were.

But, she was doing a good job in calming him down and reassuring him that she wasn't going to be put off by his physical appearance.

Natalie genuinely didn't care about things like that all that much. She liked his face. She was not all that particular about things like his back.

So, she kissed him again. She would've bet that would help reassure him further.

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