A Hotel on the Mainland, Sunday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Another week, another bad decision, another door to another hotel room.

And there was exactly nothing special about this hotel, or this particular room Natalie had just stepped into. Really, it could have been anywhere. It was clean and nice and all, sure, but it had exactly zero personality.

"... Wow. This place looks really generic."

It really did.

[ooc: NFB, and for that guy with the poor life decisions.]

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[necroslacker]

"Might have changed?"

He started walking around her, looking her up and down and letting his own want and lust be displayed in his expression.

"Or have changed?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie's gaze followed him, almost studying that expression on his face. It made her heart beat a little faster, her breathing quicken just a little bit.

"Now, why would I tell you?"

[necroslacker]

"Because I asked nicely," Sam said, stopping behind her and smacking her ass with the back of his hand. It was something new so he did it lightly, almost playfully, just in case.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie still twitched. But mostly out of surprise, because yeah, that was new. But not unpleasant.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear a please. It wasn't that nice."

[necroslacker]

Quickly, Sam stepped up behind her, arm going around and settling on one breast. He pressed his cheek against hers and brought his hips flush against her ass.

"I don't think I have to say please, do I?" he asked silkily in her ear.

[whenshewasnice]

Jesus, that was some voice he had going on there. Natalie found herself shivering again. And yet still...

"If you're going to claim you asked nicely, yes you do." She would not abandon her semantics that easily. "Other than that, maybe not."

[necroslacker]

He'd spent time training (or getting tortured, whatever) with a guy like Douglas Montgomery, a master manipulator. And considering all that was going on in his head lately, maybe he was using some of that training when it came to his voice.

"But, it was asking nicely," he said, continuing to use that voice against her. He squeezed a breast. "I didn't demand. I didn't snap. I just asked ever so nicely about something you made me curious about."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie swallowed, and let herself lean back against him a little bit.

"And I don't get to refuse an answer?"

[necroslacker]

"If you refuse to answer," Sam started, tracing a finger around her nipple through her shirt, "then I refuse to get you off. Do what I say, Natalie. Answer the question."

Well, she'd give him the power and he was running with it.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie smirked a little, mostly to herself. "I'm sorry," she breathed, "what was the question again?"

She actually remembered it just fine.

[necroslacker]

"Are you pushing me?" he asked, slowly moving his hand away from her breast and from around her body as well. "Do you want to risk that?"

[whenshewasnice]

"I was just asking to be reminded," Natalie retorted.

With some really very fake, wide-eyed innocence.

[necroslacker]

"Sure you were," he said, letting her go but not before smacking her ass one more time. He stepped back again and crossed his arms. "And I'm not going to touch you again until you answer the question."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie didn't turn around. Not when she could give him a coy look over her shoulder. Fluttered her eyelashes and everything. "The question I can't remember?"

Yeah, definitely pushing it.

[necroslacker]

"I can do this on my own," Sam told her, reaching down and cupping himself through his pants. He wasn't hard yet but he'd get there soon enough especially when he was doing that.

"And you can just sit there and try to think of the question," he added and squeezed his cock through his pants.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie made no effort to keep her attention on his face when he did that. None.

"I think you might have changed a little."

That was like... half an answer. At least she'd admitted to remembering the question. Progress.

[necroslacker]

"I'm just looking out for my own needs," he murmured, stroking himself through his pants and sighing as he did. "Since you're being uncooperative."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm not being uncooperative." Yes she was. Because it was fun. Even if watching him was kind of making her mouth go dry. "And I haven't changed. Much."

[necroslacker]

"Keep playing coy and I'll be done and ready to go before you've even gotten a taste of what I could to do to you," Sam chided, still running his fingers lightly over his cock.

"And you'll end up unfulfilled and unmarked because you just didn't want to answer a simple question," he added.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie's gaze flicked back up to his eyes. For the moment, anyway. "How much detail are you expecting for your simple question?" she wondered. "Didn't I just answer it?"

[necroslacker]

"Not to my liking," Sam said, shrugging a shoulder. "Try again, Natalie. If at first you don't succeed, try again."

[whenshewasnice]

"By blindly guessing at what might be enough," she drawled, turning more towards him, tapping a fingertip against her chin, as if pondering things. "I've changed. Not enough to leave my underwear off for you. But enough to consider it. Enough to consider a skirt, too."

[necroslacker]

"Interesting," he said, taking his hand away from his cock and stepping towards her again. "Haven't you worn skirts for me before?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Once or twice," she allowed, idly brushing her fingertips over what little was visible of her collarbones. "But with this... underwear-centric context it might not be quite the same."

[necroslacker]

"How so?" Sam asked, batting her hands away and replacing her fingers with his own. He moved them over her collarbones and up the column of her neck slowly.