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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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Natalie gasped at that initial push, her back arching and her hands grabbing a tight hold of his shoulders again. It was the same as last time, all the buildup making for an intense start that made her wonder how she didn't just come from that alone.

"So have me," she choked out.

There was so much time for romance later. They could spend all Spring Break on that if they wanted to. Right now, she wanted this.

Yeah. Yeah, that was a damn good idea. He was gonna have her right on this table out in the middle of nowhere because he couldn't resist.

An arm slipped around her back, giving him some leverage so he could pull out of her almost entirely and start thrusting back in, quick and hard. Just like last time, this wasn't going to be soft and gentle.

It was going to be hard and intense and amazing. Sam's hips started moving faster, driving in and out of her hard enough that the legs of the table scraped noisily along the ground.

There really wasn't much for Natalie to do but hold on, with hands and legs, pretty much at his mercy. She did not dislike that at all. He could probably tell, from the whimpers escaping her parted lips, her head tilted slightly back.

Gentle was not on the menu tonight, and she didn't mind that. In fact, he was probably going to have her handprints in red on his skin for a while after this.

He didn't care about the handprints at all.

Breathing hard, Sam started thrusting harder if that was even possible. He drove into her with enough force to move the table a bit and to drive the breath right out of him.

He tried to catch her lips in a sloppy, messy kiss but didn't really succeed. That was okay, there was enough pleasure radiating out from his hips to cover him for the moment.

Kissing was nice but necessary right now, apparently. Natalie was doing well with just everything in the general hip area too. That was all she cared about. He was thrusting hard and fast and she couldn't really thrust back, but she could calamp her thighs harder around his waist.

That hadn't actually been a conscious decision. More like hanging on for dear life while tension was building up in her body. She was panting.

He was panting too. He spread his legs a little further apart which meant the angles of his thrusts changed slightly.

It was what he wanted and he picked up speed, driving into her harder than he had before. He didn't think she'd hurt, not with her specials talents, but he figured she'd never forget this time together either.

He started gasping her name, trying to hang on for a few seconds longer because he didn't want this to end.

It was going to, Natalie felt it all over herself, but they still had a moment. She did, anyway.

A moment she was going to spend clinging, and whimpering, and knowing she was going to be feeling this for a while (even though nothing was hurting) and remembering this for a whole lot longer.

It was intense and amazing and she really wanted it to go on forever.

Sam didn't even feel his orgasm coming on. It hit him so hard and so suddenly that he gasped out her name and felt his strokes into her go erratic and shallow. He hoped they were still strong enough to make her come because he didn't know if he'd have enough sense to do anything to help her along.

He came with a shout or a groan or her name or something and held onto her. He shut his eyes tightly, vision blurring before he'd done and felt the pleasure pulse throughout his body.

God.

His strokes were strong enough. Natalie didn't really need much and honestly, some of it was probably psychological because she really did adore hearing him sound like he did and feeling him hold onto her.

She was very much the same. As her orgasm started, she moaned, almost surprised herself even though she knew that was coming, and clung to him as pleasure rolled through her, and left her panting and her entire skin tingling.

God, indeed.

Sam couldn't breathe. Well, scratch that, yes he could. It was just a harsh, panting breathing that was he muffling against her shoulder. He hoped she wouldn't mind.

He was still on his feet but he was leaning more heavily against her and the table, trying to catch his breath and stay upright after all that.

The twitchy energy was gone for the moment (thankfully) and he just felt relaxed and content and not so ready to completely come out of his skin anymore.

Natalie leaned against him and together they formed a sort of a precarious balance that would probably keep them both upright-ish for the time being. She was just trying to breathe, too. Happy to have skin on skin and just... not move for a moment because while the twitchy energy was gone, so was regular energy.

It'd come back in a moment but she was enjoying this.

She thought she could hear the distant ding of experience points, somewhere past her content feeling.

"You all right?" Sam asked after letting the silence lengthen for awhile. "Happy birthday again."

So, maybe being naked and inside her while she was wrapped around him counted as a present? Sort of? He had others, though.

It wasn't something she could report back to the parents about but sure, she counted it as a present.

Insert joke about hard packages here.

"Thanks," she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. "That was great."

"Yeah, you're welcome," he said, chuckling at that and reaching up to stroke her back a few times with his fingertips.

So, they'd just had sex on the table meant for the food. This was certainly one of the weirder birthday celebrations Sam had ever been a part of.

Natalie as well, but for Fandom, she figured, this was par for the course.

She sighed at his touch. The new, soft one. "Not what I was expecting from this birthday."

"Me either," he admitted with a quiet little laugh. "It's been really hard not to think about this all week though. I thought being together after the dance would scratch the itch but..."

Well, here they were again.

"It was just temporary," Natalie filled in. Because it was pretty obvious she'd been feeling it too.

He had evidence of that all around him. "It's the island. Something in the air. Good chance it won't stop before we leave for Spring Break."

"Something in the air."

Sam glanced around like maybe he'd be able to see this thing in the air she was alluding to but he couldn't.

"Should I...should I stay away so it's not island forced anymore?"

He was trying to be a good guy here, yeah.

Natalie could tell. She quirked a crooked smile at him.

"It's not taking away my free will," she pointed out. And, shut up, maybe she liked how whatever was in the air could make her lose control. It wasn't like she'd do that on her own. "Don't saty away."

She might get annoyed at him if he did, in fact. He was providing important release for her tension.

"Okay, I won't stay away," he decided, leaning forward to kiss her lightly since her lips were right there and all. They just needed to be kissed.

"Just wanted to check," he explained quietly. "Just in case you felt like it wasn't...your choice kinda deal here."

Natalie nodded. She understood. She knew enough about the way he thought about himself to even expect that kind of courtesy. In his fear of becoming evil he ended up being kind of an exceptional guy.

She kissed him back, and said. "It's my choice. This was my choice."

"Okay," he sighed, both in relief and enjoyment of how nice that was to hear and how good she felt around him. "Think we ruined dinner."

Oops.

"Guess we made it longer than the night at the dance, at least."

They'd had some food before clothes started coming off.

Natalie exhaled. It sounded like it had a hint of laughter. "In each other's company, no less." Since they'd gone their separate ways for a bit at the dance. "I don't care about the dinner. It was nice as long as it lasted."

But this had been nicer.

"I do have gifts for you," he said, reminding himself as much as her. "I...should I put on clothes to get them?"

Was it safe or not weird to walk around naked in the shack? He wasn't sure.

"You could put on pants," Natalie suggested, because for some reason it did feel weird to just hang out naked. Also she might not have entirely trusted herself around his naked body. "I could... put on your shirt."

She wasn't getting back in that dress yet.

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