abandoned makeout shack; wednesday evening

[necroslacker]

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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[whenshewasnice]

"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."

[necroslacker]

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

[whenshewasnice]

"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.

[necroslacker]

"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.

[whenshewasnice]

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.

[necroslacker]

"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.

[whenshewasnice]

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

"Unfair!"

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

[necroslacker]

"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.

[whenshewasnice]

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.

[necroslacker]

"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?"

[whenshewasnice]

"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."

[necroslacker]

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."

[whenshewasnice]

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?

[necroslacker]

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.

[whenshewasnice]

"Playing a game," Natalie replied. Factually. She knew what she wanted to do, too. It involved him removing his clothes.

She was trying not to go with that instinct. "It's not a very smart game."

[necroslacker]

"Mmm."

A game, yes. So, Sam was just gonna keep playing by unbuttoning his suit back and tossing it aside. He unbuttoned the sleeves of his dress shirt and slid those up his forearms a bit but he left the vest buttoned and the tie loose.

It wasn't cleavage but he wanted to try and keep up with her, at least.

[whenshewasnice]

It wasn't cleavage but it really very attractive. Very attractive. And Natalie didn't really know what to counter with. It wasn't like she was wearing much to begin with.

She settled on idly fiddling with her hair, letting a few long blonde strands come loose. Somehow it still fit the hairdo.

[necroslacker]

"Natalie..." He groaned her name and took a breath because, yeah, he was barely hanging onto that control he'd been trying to fortify since before she'd gotten here.

"You're gonna make me ruin your birthday." Or maybe make it better. He wasn't sure.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie just barely smirked at him. Sure, she was affected (really affected, he had no right to look as god as he did right now) but at least she hadn't been the one to groan.

"Does that mean I won't get presents?"

[necroslacker]

"You'd get them."

They'd just come after he took off her clothes and did the hell out of her or something. That was such a dirty thought.

"Of course you'd get them."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged a shoulder in the most measured way possible. While trying not to be obvious about having to swallow and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.

"Then I'm not seeing what the problem is."

Hey, maybe if he took off her clothes and did the hell out of her or something, she'd be able to concentrate on something that wasn't his arms or his neck for a moment.

[necroslacker]

Sam eyed her for a second or two after that statement and then stood up. But, he was just going to see what she'd do when he actually took his vest off and dropped it near his jacket.

The dress shirt got pulled out of his pants so he could actually start to unbutton it because, well, because his skin was hot. Yeah, that's exactly the reason he was taking his shirt off right in front of her.

It wasn't to drive her insane or anything.

[whenshewasnice]

"You're just doing that to drive me insane."

And she was standing her ground, staying seated and trying to look what passed for relaxed with her. Ignore that she wasn't even looking at his face right now.

[necroslacker]

"If you say so."

Maybe he was doing it to drive her insane. But, when he slid the shirt off his shoulders and let it flutter down into his pile of clothing, insanity was the furthest thing from his mind.

His hands went to his belt down, slowly pulling it loose.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie forced her gaze to flick upwards at his words. That didn't mean she wasn't aware of what his hands were doing.

God, was she aware.

"That is the single most irritating thing you ever say."