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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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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.

"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.

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?"

"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."

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.

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.

"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.

"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.

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."

One corner of Sam's mouth lifted into something a smirk and he pulled his belt loose, dropping it on the floor. The buttons and zippers of his pants came next and...

...he left them there, hanging open, just giving her a brief peek of his boxers within. And then he sat back down at the table and looked at her expectantly and curiously.

Natalie... leaned an elbow on the table and perched her chin on her hand. Yes, even though her blood seemed to be screaming at her, or something.

"Not really dinner-appropriate attire."

"Seems fine to me," Sam said, shrugging. "I'm your boyfriend, we're alone, it's your birthday."

He shrugged and took a bite of the now cold pasta.

"I think I'm fine."

He wasn't. He just wanted to come across the table to get to her but the game was on, apparently.

"Your food has gone cold," Natalie pointed out, just as a guess. Also, why was it attractive that he was sitting there shirtless and with his pants undone and eating cold pasta? That was ridiculous.

Her fingers were itching to touch him, so she brought her hand up to her chest to touch her necklace. It was a poor substitute.

"But, if you say so."

His food was definitely cold but he didn't care. He was just going to sit there and eat his cold pasta without his shirt and with his pants undone. Hey, he'd made the first move, now it was her turn to do...something.

And he said nothing to her, acting like he was totally unaffected and just fine with how things were.

Something.

Natalie supposed she should have done something, yes. And there was a part of her brain that was saying that something ought to have been dramatically sweeping everything off the table to make room for dirtier things.

She wasn't going to do that. But, after a moment of silence, she did get up. Just got up, quite nonchalantly. Then reached behind her back for the hidden little zipper of her dress.

Sam knew what she was trying to do. He knew what she was going for and he was going to try like hell not to fall for it. He kept eating the cold pasta even while his eyes kept flicking up to her to see what she was doing and if she was actually going to take off her dress.

Well, not completely. See, she kept her other arm pressed against her chest, keeping the dress up even as she pulled the zipper down.

And after she'd undone the zipper, her arm was the only thing keeping it in place. But it didn't drop.

And since he was so cool about this, he wasn't going to be disappointed, was he?

"Take your arm away."

It took him awhile to say that and when he did, it was quiet and rough. His self control was just about at the end of its rope.

Natalie considered refusing. Or at least requesting the magic word. Another game.

But she was getting tired of games, and she supposed sometimes it didn't hurt to go along with something that sounded half like an order.

So, she took her arm away. The dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet.

Sam stood up and very methodically cleared the plates of food, utensils and drinks from the table. Then, he came around the table, reached for one her hands and pulled her up.

When he crushed his mouth to hers, his lips were warm and probably tasted of pasta. His hands were moving quickly down her body to her underwear, already thinking about getting those off and just using the table for something so much better than eating.

Natalie actually quite liked eating, but she was fairly sure she didn't like it half as much as she would like whatever he had on his mind. Since she didn't even mind that he tasted of pasta. That was just a thing that happened with this scenario.

Her hands grasped his shoulders and she kissed him back, eager to say the least. Holding back? That was so over.

Sam pushed her underwear down and turned them around, nudging her towards the table because he wanted her up on that and he wanted her up on that table naked. He'd figure out the rest once she got there.

But, he wasn't going to stop kissing her or pulling her closer to his body while turning them around and getting her closer to hopping up on the table.

Good thing Natalie had no trouble following his lead. She could move with him and stay close to him and hop up on that table like he wanted her to. And she even managed to let her hands wander down his body and tug on his pants a little before she did that.

She was very efficient. Or something.

Maybe she was just horny. He knew he was. And everything this week was centered on her and him wanting to just do this with her constantly.

He'd need to remember condoms in a second. He was forgetting those (again) right now. Practicalities were hard when he was so keyed up.

Sam tried to urge her legs around his waist so she could grip him with her thighs. It meant he was gonna end up doing her sitting up right on the table but Sam hoped she didn't mind.

Honestly? Natalie was fine with just about anything at this point. Her legs around his waist just felt natural, if anything, so she was more than willing to do that.

Maybe she'd even find the presence of mind to remember about the condoms. In a second. When she wasn't so busy kissing him, hard and harsh.

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