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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.

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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.

When his fingers brushed against her skin next, they were a little less light and a little more assured so it probably wasn't her imagination this time. Lucky her, right?

She had the advantage (and he liked that at the moment) but he could still touch her and get familiar with her considering things were still pretty new between them.

Things were very new. Natalie shivered a little at the touch and considered herself just a bit lucky, yes. And she wasn't showing much of that famed restraint.

Though it was pretty calculated, the tiny little movement of her hips that put just a hint of more pressure on his, for just a moment.

It might have been tiny but it was enough to send a nice shiver down his spine. He didn't gasp this time but he actually nipped at her lip and pressed his fingers more firmly into the skin at her side.

Calculated and tiny still drew a reaction from him since he was looking for any sort of thing from her now.

Natalie made a very quiet sound at the lip nipping. Very quiet but still very much there.

She pulled back an inch or so just to breathe, just a few breaths before pressing her mouth to his again, almost demanding. Something. Anything.

Even if they had some issues with talking, they didn't seem to have any issues here and Sam guessed that was a good thing. When she breathed, he'd breathed too which meant he wasn't going to have to take a breathing break now.

That sound she'd made was encouraging and enticing and all kinds of things. Sam scratched his nails against her side, just seeing what that might do to her now.

Natalie muffled another little sound against his lips and found herself twisting a little to try and get more of that feeling. It wasn't anything extravagant, but it was instinct.

And it was rare for her to act on that alone.

It didn't have to be anything extravagant for Sam to appreciate it. And since she seemed to have liked that, he did it again, dragging his nails along the skin near her hip.

He was still kissing her but he could feel his breath fast leaving him once again. He'd have to breathe soon, breathe and focus and wonder where they were going with this and how far things were going to end up escalating.

Natalie probably wasn't helping with the air situation, either. Nor the focus, not with the way she was kissing him, intense, and moving a little bit against him.

She hadn't really gotten to wondering yet, either, though she'd get there. There were going to be some pretty good questions cropping up.

Sam had abandoned his focus a little while ago, honestly. He couldn't be asked to concentrate when she was all over him like she was. He was shifting the tiniest bit underneath her, unable to stop himself.

During one of their kisses, he actually licked her lower lip in an attempt to change things up slightly. It felt good to do and he wanted to feel good right now.

It was an admirable goal. One that Natalie could get behind, even if it was only because what felt good to him in this instance felt good to her as well. And when he shifted underneath her, she shifted against him because that felt good too.

Soon she'd have to breathe again, but not yet. With breathing would come clarity, however brief, and she wanted to stay completely fuzzy for a moment longer.

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