room 216 ; saturday afternoon

[necroslacker]

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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[necroslacker]

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.

[whenshewasnice]

"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.

[necroslacker]

"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.

[whenshewasnice]

"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.

[necroslacker]

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.

[whenshewasnice]

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

[necroslacker]

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

[whenshewasnice]

"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."

[necroslacker]

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

[whenshewasnice]

"Yeah." She sounded almost amused at the question, mumbled as the word was. She relaxed some more against him. "Yes."

Actually she was more than just okay.

[necroslacker]

"You think you're gonna stay for awhile?" he asked, sounding hopeful about that. His fingers played with the fine hair at her neck and he shivered at how he could feel her warm breath on his skin.

[whenshewasnice]

"Yes." Too bad he didn't get to see her smiling at his hopeful tone, but maybe he'd hear traces of it in her voice. "I don't have anywhere to go."

[necroslacker]

"Good," he mumbled, stretching out underneath and sighing contentedly. "I didn't want you to go anywhere so that's -- "

He sighed again, louder this time.

" -- that's good."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was pretty sure that didn't require agreement in words. She just gave a soft little sigh of her own and settled down.

She could stay here for a while, no problem.