necroslacker | 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.

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It didn't need to be brilliant for Sam to appreciate it. He smiled at the quietly said three words and reached up to brush her hair back behind her ears gently.

"I know," he returned softly. "I like you too."

And that was true too.

"Good." She had some more complicated thoughts too, honest. She was just... taking this moment to not be complicated or guarded. For once. It wouldn't last and he shouldn't expect it to. "You kiss well."

That drew a smile from Sam. It even lingered for a bit longer than usual. His own thoughts were a chaotic jumble but his feelings and affection for her were clear.

"Thanks," he replied, still half smiling. "You do too."

Hopefully his enjoyment of her skills had been evident there.

She'd maybe had the idea, yes. "Thank you." There was a flicker of a smile, a small upwards quirk of a corner of her mouth. "You... also smell nice."

Since they'd ended up on the topic of compliments.

"Thanks," he murmured, brushing his fingers down her cheek again. He sighed which she probably felt against her skin. "You feel nice."

He could do compliments too especially when he meant them.

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"You're warm," she replied, quietly, turning her head just a bit, more towards his hand. "Warm and good."

You know, just in general.

This was the most she'd ever complimented him ever. It made him smile and shift underneath her. It was just nice to hear and it was nice to feel her too. Warm and good.

"Thanks," he murmured, tracing her lips with a single finger. "You're soft and nice."

Truth there too.

"I'm not soft," Natalie objected, even though her tone said otherwise. "Never heard that one before."

"I'm the one touching you so I can say you're soft," Sam said, smiling crookedly. "Don't argue."

"I'm thin," she replied, because she could. "I'm drawn pointy, not soft. And I'll argue if I want to."

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"Fine, fine," Sam relented, not seeming too serious about it. "You can argue but that doesn't mean a damn thing in regards to you being soft. You are."

"Hurtful." It was not. "What if I prefer my sharp corners?""

"While I completely understand your preferences, we're just going to have to agree to disagree here," Sam decided, smiling crookedly at her. "You're soft. I've felt you. I know."

"You're the worst boyfriend ever."

Her tone, though, suggested he wasn't. And maybe also that she was still getting used to using that word about him.

"Yeah, and I'm lame too," he answered, snickering quietly. "Guess you're doubly unfortunate, huh?"

"Guess so." She moved a little, to press a soft (shut up, Sam) kiss against his lips. "But at least you're dating up."

That made Sam snicker quietly against her lips. It didn't affect the kiss much at all but he couldn't help the amusement with that statement.

"You're not confident at all," he murmured, chuckling.

"No, I think very lowly of myself." Yeah, right. "People walk all over me."

And other untruths. Whatever, she was kissing him. Just little pecks, really, but lips on lips all the same.

"Sure you do," he mumbled, not really caring about arguing with her when she was kissing him like that. "You're just a doormat. Yeah, that's exactly what you are."

Not at all.

"Yes." Not really, no. "I never go my own way."

There was probably something telling in that shewas being more open about herself by talking in opposites than she was straightforwardly.

Sam gave her a light smile at those words and leaned up to kiss her lightly. "You're an awful girlfriend too. Just awful."

He didn't mean that.

"Too bad," she murmured against his lips. "Though you don't seem to mind."

"I don't mind," he said and sighed, relaxing about as much as he had in months underneath her. "Lucky you."

"Lucky me." She shifted again, and buried her face against the crook of his neck. It was there and available and she wanted to do that. Not that she needed a reason. "Lucky Natalie."

"Lucky Natalie," he said and curved a hand around the back of her neck. "You okay?"

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