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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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"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.

Sam took his hands away from her only so he could push his pants and boxers the rest of the way down. Again, this wasn't going to be anything slow and sweet but it'd be good and Sam knew that. He was already hard, after all, and he figured she was just as aroused as he was.

He slid his cock against her belly a few times, just letting her feel that because this was still somewhat a game and he could be competitive. He wanted her to groan even if it got smothered against his mouth.

Natalie didn't groan, but she did make a somewhat accusatory noise in her throat and dug her nails into his sides when he did that.

She approved and disapproved at the same time. Disapproved of the teasing, approved of the fact that he was hard because she was really keyed up too.

"You want this, right?"

Look, there was a part of him that still worried that he'd turn into some bad guy who didn't listen to people around him. He had to check.

He licked at her lip as he said it and rolled his hips into hers slowly.

Okay fine, he got his little groan at that... hip roll. And also because of his insecurities, though that played a far lesser part in this. Far far lesser part.

"Yeah," she mumbled, a bit breathless. "Yes."

"We need condoms."

Hey, he'd remembered this time! That was an accomplishment in its own right.

"I want you."

"Did you bring some?"

She had, she just really didn't want to get off the table and go look for them.

"Want you too."

She was kind of radiating that again.

"Yeah. They're...somewhere," he said breathlessly, trying to remember where he'd put the frigging condoms. "Did you bring some?"

"In my jacket pocket." The location of which she had no recollection about. But at least she'd brought some this time. "Somewhere."

Sam cursed under his breath and decided he was going to have to go and find these condoms before they could do anything.

With another hard kiss, he actually did step back from her so he could blearily look around for her jacket or his pants or any magical condoms somewhere. It was a hard task when he was so aroused.

Natalie had to blink a couple of times, too, trying to make sense of the space around them even though all she really wanted to be looking at was him. He was naked. It was eye-catching.

But, her eyes did happen to fall on her jacket as well. It was draped over the back of her chair. That was... pretty logical.

She pointed at it. "There."

Sam dug into the pockets of her jacket and came back with the condoms. He didn't waste time, ripping the package open, and getting it on his cock.

He turned back towards her, saw her naked on the table, looking wanton and just...so gorgeous that he stopped for a second.

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