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abandoned makeout shack; wednesday evening

So, it was Natalie's first birthday with Sam as her boyfriend and Sam kind of wanted to make that a memorable experience for her. Of course, that had been before this week had come along, leaving everyone wanting to jump everyone else at a moment's notice. Sam went ahead with his plans though. He found his way down to the cabins, picked one and actually started filling it with books, trying to make it resemble a library of some sort. Then, he set up a small table and two chairs, complete with candle in the center.

The food, it was takeout, but it was still hot and Sam was in a suit (different from the one at the dance) that included a vest and that was rocking pinstripes. He'd been going for dinner in a library setting since he knew how much she loved books and while having dinner in an actual library wasn't happening, he had money, he could buy books and then give them all to her if she hadn't read them before. He'd lugged his record player down as well, giving them some softer music playing to add background noise.

Now, it would be a struggle to see if they could get through dinner but Sam would try. And he was currently waiting outside the cabin for Natalie since he'd had her meet him there so he could set up and surprise her.

[For the birthday girl only, please!]

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Ugh, thighs. Why were her thighs so perfect? Sam had to take a breath and steel himself to walk over to the plates. He exhaled.

"Well, that's just an assumption you shouldn't have made," he said, taking off the tops and then making a show of looking pleased with himself. He settled her plate in front of her and then took his own seat with his plate.

"Am I doing okay?" he asked after a few moment's of silence.

Natalie gave him an amused look for the question. "You're doing great," she said, picking up some pasta with her fork. "Not lame at all. I'm impressed."

She both meant and didn't mean that.

"Thanks," he said, chuckling. He shrugged. "I had some time to plan. You're lucky I just didn't bring you to a hotel again. I thought about it."

Sorry about those mental images, Natalie.

He should've just been forbidden from talking about hotels at all. The random thrill of memory Natalie had just experienced decreed it so.

"Well, we already did that," she remarked, after a... deep breath. "This is new and different."

"True," he mumbled, ducking his head to quickly eat some pasta. "We already did and so tonight we...won't do that?"

Was that right?

"Go to a hotel? Probably not." Oooh, semantic accuracy was a friend. Except she wasn't sure she believed herself, and she really wasn't going to make any claims about... any other stuff.

She'd just nonchalantly eat some pasta right now.

"Right! No hotel."

He swallowed and ate some pasta.

"Want me to be really lame?"

He had a way to do that, oh yes.

There was a pause, and then Natalie looked up again, and quirked a faint smirk at him.

"Sure."

She'd grown pretty fond of his lameness.

Sam leaned back in his chair and started singing. Yes, he started singing the birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Nataaaaaaaalie. Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuu!"

Enjoy the lameness, Natalie.

About as soon as he started singing, Natalie raised a hand to her face as if to hide behind it, and peek at him from between her fingers, like she was embarrassed (for him, not herself) but amused all the same.

Also he was a little adorable.

"... Thanks."

"You're welcome," Sam said, smiling in triumph at her. "I would have added a little hat and some party favors but I got us dinner instead."

"Dinner might be more appreciated." She wasn't really a party hat kind of person. "This pasta's good. My compliments to wherever you bought it from."

"I'll never tell my family secret," Sam said, smiling at her. "I got you gifts too. Birthday girl should have birthday gifts."

"So I've been told," Natalie drawled, though with a little smile. "Parents shipped me sheet music and some books. And a gift card for Turtle & Canary."

They were big on being sensible gift-givers.

"Good gifts," Sam commented, nodding. "And we didn't repeat each other so good stuff there as well. All I got you was some knee socks and a nose ring."

Not really but the knee socks on her would be intriguing.

Natalie snorted. "Stop picturing me in knee socks." Hey, if she was thinking about her legs in knee socks right now, then he had to be, too.

"It's hard to just stop!"

Look, at least he'd admitted it, right?

"Like, if I just said 'stop picturing me just wearing a tie and nothing else' could you do that really fast?"

Yeah, that was just payback, Natalie.

Natalie made a highly dignified choking sound. Dignified. Really.

"Unfair!"

Oh hey, he'd even managed to get an exclamation point out of her.

"It's not unfair," Sam said and even reached for his tie to wave it at her. "Are you picturing it?"

Going by that very dignified choking sound, she was.

Yeah, that image was in her head now, and the shack definitely felt a little warmer than it had a minute ago.

"Obviously," she drawled.

"Ah, I'm so sorry," Sam said, all sarcasm because he wasn't sorry at all. "Anything I can do to help you out there?"

"No," Natalie decided, fixing her necklace. You know, the one dangling right above her unusually prominent cleavage. That one.

Of course that move was on purpose. "I'm good."

Crap. Craaaaap. Sam was openly staring now and really wondering how in the hell they were going to make through dinner let alone gifts and something else Sam had stowed away when they were doing this to each other.

"Yeah." Sam leaned back and started yanking his tie loose because two could play at that game. He didn't have cleavage but he had floppy hair that looked good messy (which is why he ran his hands through it) and he thought he looked particularly nice in a rumpled suit as well. "So am I."

Natalie wasn't staring. Not really. She wasn't blinking, either, though, but when she didn't do that a lot anyway, it didn't count, right?

Her gaze kept flicking to his neck and up to his hair, though. A lot. So, she didn't even say anything, just tilted her head and leaned forward a bit. Because he hadn't been staring at her chest enough yet, clearly.

This was nice and insane, wasn't it?

Sam knew the next logical step for him would be to remove clothes but that wasn't really something he wanted to do just yet.

"What are we doing?" Sam asked her quietly because he pretty much knew what he wanted to do especially when his eyes were on her cleavage again.

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