room 216 ; saturday afternoon

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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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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."

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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."

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"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."

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

She had a vivid imagination.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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She was right. His nerves would go away quickly with things like this happening. In fact, after she'd kissed him, he pulled her flush against him and let their bare skin touch. It made him shiver and he knew she probably felt that.

[whenshewasnice]

She did. She shivered a little, too, and deepened the kiss. And tightened the hold of the one arm she had around his shoulders.

He was probably fairly convinced she wanted him around, by now.

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Yeah, he was pretty damn convinced by now. It was then that he realized they hadn't yet gotten onto his bed and he was intending to do that now. With one arm wrapped around her, he tried to nudge her backwards so he could lower her down onto his bed and cover her with his body.

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Natalie was pretty good with taking directions, even when they weren't spoken. She reached one hand behind her to get it against the bed for support on the way down, so they wouldn't just fall.

It worked out pretty well.

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"You okay?" Sam asked, pulling away just for a second to lower himself down after her and check in. They made out before, sure, but they were both a little less clothed and his bed was new so he wanted to be check.

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"I'm fine," Natalie told him. Some of her hair had come loose from her ponytail over the last few moments and she brushed some of it aside. "Just fine."

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"Good," he murmured, giving her a light smile before leaning down and kissing her lips softly. He had no idea what they were doing or where they were heading but he liked where she was.

He stroked one hand down her neck and her chest, stopping where the bra started because he wasn't sure if they were quite there yet.

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If her lips hadn't been occupied, she might've noted that her bra probably wasn't going to bite his hand off. Because dry comments covered nerves up nicely. But she was reaching up for a kiss. She was letting him wonder about the hand on his own, for the moment.

She had no idea what they were doing, either, but she did know she liked this.

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Sam forgot about his hand when her lips touched his. He knew her bra wasn't going to suddenly grow teeth and bite him but he was no Casanova and wasn't always smooth.

His hand settled on her shoulder and he kissed her softly and affectionately now.

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Natalie could work with soft and affectionate. Secretly, she even thought that was the best way to get kissed, and it made her feel warmer. The way she kissed him back was the same. She was letting some of that warmth get out, settling her hand on his other shoulder and lightly rubbing her thumb against his bare skin.

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Sam shivered again, slowly settling himself on his side more beside her than on top of her. He was being careful, cautious but that didn't mean he didn't want to be close to her. He hadn't stopped kissing her while he'd gotten himself more settled.

[whenshewasnice]

While Natalie didn't exactly need him to be cautious with her, she appreciated it all the same. It was nice. And as long as he didn't stop kissing her, she didn't really care.

She felt good. For a girl who spent a lot of her life just feeling neutral, that was a lot.

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Everyone deserved to feel good even her. Sam guessed she wouldn't really admit to feeling good anytime soon but he was pretty sure he'd be able to tell, at least.

He didn't stop kissing her though so she didn't need to worry about that. He lightened it just a bit, determined not to rush into anything and make mistakes.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was of like mind there. It was one of the many benefits of being as levelheaded as she was. The way she shifted a bit to tuck herself more against him was pretty innocent. Sweet, even. She could be like that, though few people got to see that.

Lucky Sam.

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Lucky Sam, indeed. When she did that, he pulled back slightly so he could wind one of his arms around her shoulders and bring her closer to his body. It was an attempt to cuddle her, yes, but he wouldn't use that word.

It was just a new way to be close to her, to share some intimacy that they hadn't yet shared yet.