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room 216 ; saturday afternoon

A weekend spent in here and now was a good weekend as far as Sam was concerned. He hadn't even existed last weekend so, slow or not, this weekend was gonna be a good one. He'd spent the morning talking to people in Seattle and he'd even gotten a visit from Ashley. She'd been pretty scarce lately and when Sam had asked about it, she'd just given her head a shake and kept typing on her Blackberry.

Sam took that as meaning she'd just been busy and he needed to not worry. Or something. So, that's what he was doing right now. He was not worrying about anything. He'd gotten mail from his mom and Haley that morning (a care package containing cookies) and he was nibbling on those every so often while exchanging text messages with Ramon.

Poor Ramon was still adjusting to the whole were-bear thing and was bitching about Frank nearly peeing himself when he'd run into a transformed Ramon in the hall and hadn't expected it. Sam was just lucky that Brannoc and his family were around and were helping Ramon through since he wasn't really there right now.

Ramon forgave him and even started sending him stupid, joking text messages about them getting married and running away and living as husband and husband. It was just good to joke with his friend and, for a split second, the part of Sam that was constantly reminding him that he'd go evil one day disappeared.

It was just a second but still, it'd been nice.

[Door cracked, post open.]

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Natalie smiled. Sucked to be him to have closed his eyes, but he hadn't actually said that one word before and apparently hearing it made her smile.

"I'm not the greatest girlfriend," she admitted while still touching him. She was aware that she was not the easiest girl to date. After all, that was mostly her conscious doing. "Sorry."

Well, he'd said sorry first.

"No, you're an awful girlfriend," he said though it was clear from his tone he wasn't at all serious. "You should take some classes in that."

See, he wasn't serious at all.

"With time, I bet you'll be okay at the whole girlfriend thing."

"Maybe." Natalie wasn't entirely sure but she didn't tend to put too much effort into worrying over that. She ran a fingertip down his forehead and the bridge of his nose. "You will be, too."

"Mmm. I dunno about me," he murmured quietly, keeping his still. "I'm pretty sure I'm just hopelessly lame all around."

"No." She shook her head, as her fingertip passed over his lips – or was going to, anyway, before taking a detour to trace them. "No, I think you're boyfriend material."

Good, considering he was her boyfriend.

"Not a thing you hear said about necromancers very often," he said, just barely getting the words out since her fingers were close to his lips and he was staying still.

"I'm not saying it about necromancers," Natalie retorted. Her fingertip trailed over one corner of his mouth and down to his chin. "You're much more than just a necromancer, Sam."

"Mmm." Well, it was nice that someone believed that. He tended to think pessimistically about these things and was stubborn about believing bad things about his power.

Natalie rolled her eyes at that 'mmm' because she knew it stood for scepticism.

And then she leaned in to softly kiss him, because she felt like it.

Of course it stood for skepticism. He couldn't help it and he would have argued with her if she'd done anything other than kiss him. He couldn't really argue with that.

All he could really do (and all he really wanted to do) was return that kiss softly.

At least he didn't argue with that. Natalie could find solace in that. Or something.

Whatever, she was kissing him and resting her hand against the side of his neck.

Sam was sometimes a moron but he wasn't completely stupid. He knew that getting kissed was a good thing and that he wasn't supposed to think otherwise.

And he didn't. He didn't think otherwise so he just leaned up and into her and continued not to argue.

Natalie appreciated his wise decisions, she really did. She even showed that by turning a little, moving a bit more over him, all the while kissing him.

A little less softly, too.

Sam could do this. He could do this and not be skeptical about it. He brought his other hand from beneath his head since he thought he'd be using that at some point.

Right now, he was just matching her eagerness with some of his own and kind of liking this physical side that she didn't often show. It felt nice. Really nice.

Natalie liked her restraint, what could she say? She'd commented on the distance between them earlier because she often liked to keep one herself. But not right now. Now it was quite the opposite, because bit by bit she was plastering herself against him.

Because it was really nice.

Sam knew she liked to keep her distance but when she decided she didn't want the distance anymore, she really made that choice loud and clear. Sam could feel her heat seeping into his own skin .

One of his arms eventually found its way around her waist, fingers bunching up in her shirt. He was letting her lead things because, well, she was doing a damn good job of it.

Natalie had talent for leading things, she just didn't often let it show. But this seemed like a good time for that, so...

She stayed as she was for a while, just lingering in the kiss, but then she moved that last bit to just be all the way on top of him. Seemed like a thing to do.

And Sam was just happy to revel in the talent for leading things even if she didn't show off that talent often. She was showing it off now and he was the beneficiary.

Considering he'd started things out a few feet away from her and now she was on top of him and he was kissing her, he could tell she had a talent for a few things, oh yes.

Turning things around to her own benefit, for the most part. And in the spirit of leading things, she deepened the kiss. Nothing idle here. Not much of a distance, either.

A few strands of hair had come loose from her ponytail but that wasn't something she cared about right now.

Sam didn't much care about her hair either save for the fact that one of his hands finally woke itself up and came to brush that hair back behind her ear before settling against her cheek.

He could let her lead things, no problem, but he didn't want to be completely still and she was right there, so close and smelled so good and he wanted to touch her while his mouth was on hers and he was slowly forgetting about anything stupid he'd been thinking about earlier.

And Natalie was forgetting about ever noticing he'd been thinking anything stupid earlier, too. She was more concerned with lips and tongues and breathlessness, and feeling over thinking.

She thought they both thought too much, often, and she could not turn her brain off but she could mute it for a moment to just kiss him and shift a little against him.

The shifting made Sam gasp just the slightest bit but it was a good sound, a mumbled sound against her lips before he tried to cover it up by making their kiss even deeper and even a little harsh. He wasn't trying to one up her or anything but she'd pushed a button and he'd reacted.

He didn't think she'd mind too much though. He hoped what he was doing (with his lips and his hands and all) would make sure of that.

Natalie would have liked to tell him his attempts at covering up his little gasp were fooling no one.

... Well, she might've wanted to tell him that if she hadn't enjoyed both the sound and what he'd done to cover it up, and she had. So. No comments. Just kissing him, matching eagerness to eagerness, harsh to harsh. Staying still for the moment, though that may have been just to lull him into thinking she wasn't going to move again.

Sam hadn't been joking when he said he wasn't the greatest boyfriend so he didn't know to expect surprises like that. He thought he'd done something monumental when he'd changed the pace of their kiss.

One of his hands did brush against the hem of her shirt and they might have just briefly touched some skin there but that might have just been her imagination. And it probably was her imagination when his fingers did that again.

Well, she really must have had a pretty active imagination, then.

But then so did he. Because the way she shifted a bit just to get more of that ghost of a touch was entirely imaginary. Really.

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