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.

[ooc: Door and post open!]

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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.

It didn't look like the promise not to do anything until they were in their own room was going to take, did it? Sam would have been sad to stop at this point so he wasn't going to bring anything up if she wasn't.

She'd get his hands on her skin and his mouth on her skin and whatever else she wanted him to do.

Yeah that promise was just going to go straight out the window right now, Natalie was pretty sure.

She pulled back from the kiss, but just enough to pull her shirt over her head.

Sam leaned heavily back against the door and sucked in several breaths. His eyes roamed over her newly exposed skin and it wasn't subtle at all.

He licked his lips again.

Natalie caught that. Of course she did.

It was a great reason to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra right now, and take that off as well.

Sam blinked a few times and just kept looking at her. He wet his lips again, not even realizing he was doing it in reaction to her taking off more and more clothes. His breathing increased slightly and his skin flushed a bit at the sight of her breasts now.

"You keep doing that to your lips."

Why was she staring at his lips? She didn't even know. She'd probably say it was because she wanted them on her.

She worried her own bottom lip between her teeth.

"What?"

Yeah, he hadn't realized. He stopped doing it though and just kept staring at her.

"Sorry."

Natalie chuckled. It was a little throatier than usual. Blame bing riled up.

"And now you're staring."

Not really a complaint.

"You're half naked."

That was a good reason for staring, he thought.

"I can't help it."

Natalie half smirked at him.

"And is staring all you want to do about it?"

"No."

Duh. He licked his lips this time but it was intentional and slower now.

"I think there should be...a lot more than just staring."

She nodded very, very slowly at him.

"Good."

Her hands went down to her belt.

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