whenshewasnice | Room 223, Sunday Early Evening

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Room 223, Sunday Early Evening

Natalie was actually pretty proud of herself, for walking away from the brunch like she had. Not getting along with one of your boyfriend's friends wasn't a reason to be proud, of course, but she'd stayed cool and not let herself get drawn into any kind of a bitchy cat fight with Brid. She felt she deserved some credit for that.

Of course, that meant she ended up spending a considerable portion of the day on her own, but that was fine. She'd had laundry to do, anyway, and a book she'd read only halfway through, not to mention things for the impending move. She'd been fine. Even now, she was rearranging stuff in her desk drawers in a way that would make them easy to move to another room in a few days.

And maybe wondering whether Brid was off the island yet. But she'd tell no one about that.

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Maybe some day.

"Missed you too," Natalie told him, idly glancing down at his lips again. Didn't even know why. Maybe it was a detail thing, since she was pretty close to him. "Had to be done but I missed you."

Sam didn't notice that she was staring at his lips so he worried his bottom lip with his teeth. He was just being thoughtful.

"I know," he said quietly. "What'd you do all day?"

Well that was just unfair. Even if he didn't know it, Natalie considered that unfair. And also wondered why that was so stupidly attractive to her.

So her gaze kept flicking down.

"You know what I did," she pointed out, thankfully without any real distraction in her voice. "Reorganizing. Laundry. Things like that."

Well, he was gonna be more unfair by licking his bottom lip again after biting. He still had no idea.

"I haven't started any kind of packing. I should probably get on that, huh? Really, it's just a few set of clothes, my vinyls and my board."

"... Hm?"

Yeah, she'd completely gotten distracted there for a second, and she swallowed before saying anything.

"Well, it's not gonna be a very long way to move. You won't have to pack much."

"I know," Sam said, going back to chewing on his lip again. "I'll just shove everything in a garbage bag and drag it down the hall. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am."

Natalie made a half exasperated little sound and went to kiss him. A little roughly.

Sorry, Sam. It was the only way to get rid of her distraction. Clearly.

Well, then.

Sam hadn't expected that even with the closeness but he wasn't going to argue. It took him a second to respond though because he was surprised but when he finally did catch up, he was matching her eagerness for eagerness and roughness for roughness.

He still didn't even know what brought that on but he also knew he didn't care.

Natalie could've guessed as much. And she wasn't sure she knew, either. Probably some mix of random attraction and the antsyness she'd been trying not to feel over getting Brid the hell off her island.

(And the hell away from her boyfriend, but she'd been repressing that even harder.)

She pushed her body hard against his. Okay. Maybe she was a little possessive.

Brid was definitely off the island now. She was gone and Sam wasn't thinking about her at all right now. All he was thinking about was Natalie's thin body against his, her lips moving over and under his, and how much he really did like when she was aggressive like this.

He liked the rare glimpses of possessiveness he saw. Right now, he was all hers.

Sometimes boys were so easy.

She bit at his lip, and it was sharp, and she didn't soothe. But since she was so quick to return to aggressively kissing him, it wasn't like he had time to concentrate on it that much.

Yeah, that was some nice pleasurable pain right there. Sam would have made a sound if she hadn't gone right back to kissing him. Instead, his body just surged closer to hers almost instinctively and he tried to possibly kiss her harder if that was at all possible right now.

It was getting to be on the side of impossible, definitely. Natalie didn't care, though. She loved that he tried.

He could tell by how she pushed her hips against his.

Sam did groan this time even if his mouth was still attached to hers. At this point, he couldn't help it. She'd surprised him, worked him up and now he was reacting very, very easily to all kinds of stimulus. Her mouth, her lips, her hips, everything.

He was trying to give back as good as he got though. He was trying to rock his hips forward and trying to roam his hands over her back and down her hips.

It was all working really nicely to make her forget she'd once said something about things not getting this heated before they moved into their new room. She did remember it, but... just barely.

She was far more aware of his hands and his hips and trying to get more of both and sort of vaguely wishing she'd been wearing less.

Sam was not remembering that at all right now. He was not as focused or as intelligent as she was so all that was going through his head was how good this felt, how much he'd wanted this, and how he continued to want more and more with each press of her lips and each stroke of his hand down her back.

He'd have to breathe soon because she as literally making him pant but he could hold out just a second or two longer.

There'd probably be other reasons to break the kiss in a moment, anyway. What with one of Natalie's hands heading down to his waist so she could get it tangled in his shirt, and everything.

There were too many clothes for all the pressing hips and wandering hands. She'd decided.

And Sam knew she could be determined when she decided on something. Really, he'd love to know later that this was spurred on by him fidgeting with his lips. Right now, he was still content to kiss her roughly, to nip at her lips and slide his tongue against hers while he waited to see what she was gonna do with those hands of hers.

Pull upward in a rather determined fashion, it seemed. Sure, he had his back against the door, still, but a girl had to try.

And falter a little when she got too focused touching tongues and licking at his lip.

When Sam figured out what she was doing, he took his arms from around her and raised them even if he didn't pull away from the kiss. So, he was kind of helping but there were tongues and lips to really contend with and those were preventing him from going all the way with his help. He just couldn't quite pull away yet.

Natalie could do that for him. She did at the very last moment, though, when the shirt was already almost at his chin.

The shirt got tossed aside, she didn't care where it went. She was already back to kissing him, just as harshly as before. Really, the only difference was that her hands were now on his bare shoulders, nails just lightly pressing into his skin.

Even if it was brief, Sam still had a few seconds to breathe before he was shirtless and his back was pressed against the cold door. He shivered both from that and from her nails on his skin. His arms came back around her, looping around her waist and pulling her back against him quickly.

Natalie didn't exactly need any help with pressing her body against his, but she loved the feel of him pulling her close all the same. And she was kind of allowing him to feel that too, because keeping barriers up just wasn't happening.

Her tongue flicked out to lick at his lip and slide against his tongue.

And all of this, everything, was just making him want more and more. It'd been awhile and even if he didn't remember that they were supposed to be waiting for their new room, he did remember that it had been awhile since they'd gone this heated and this intense.

He just wanted more though. He wanted more aggression and possessiveness and kissing and hands and skin. Of course, he was just too under her spell right now to take it but hey, he did want it.

And Natalie could be in charge. She was almsot fighteningly good at that, if you considered her general mild manner.

There was very little mildness in how she reached down for the hem of her own shirt, now. She wanted his hands on her skin.

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