Room 227, Late Friday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was pretty fed up with today's weirdness already. And she was a shut-in, as a result – well, mostly. Her door was cracked, because Moxy had decided this was a day for wanting to wander back and forth between the room and the hallway. But Natalie herself was staying put on her bed now, trying to focus on reading and not think about any weirdness or annoyance.

Although of course, even being alone hadn't entirely stopped the singing from happening. And her distracted thoughts wandered, and before she knew it, her lips were moving again.

"Olly olly oxen free, all the people you will never be..."

Sigh.

[ooc: Posted expecting a certain massively SP'd thread, but the post is open, the door is cracked, and the girl is wary but can carry a tune like whoa!]

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[pursuedthestars]

She was not making him want to talk. He was enjoying her hands on his skin, her nails scratching him up and her voice reaching his ears. He was relaxed and content right now and that really made him want to keep quiet and keep this going.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was probably going to make him talk again. Probably. Once the singing let off for a while. But it hadn't yet.

"I would kill to make you feel." Harsh nails down his arms, all the way down to his wrists, then back up again. "I don't mean kill someone for real. I couldn't do that, it is wrong; but I can say it in a song, a song, a song, and I'm saying it now."

[pursuedthestars]

But it hadn't yet and Jim was just stretching underneath her and reveling in the attention he was getting from her. He didn't car that it meant he was getting marked up. The marks would fade and he felt really good right now.

There was still a smile on his face even as she dragged her nails down his skin.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie stopped scratching him for a moment. She took his hands instead, twined her fingers with his and only lightly pressed her nails into the backs of his hands. More attention. "Girl and boy, everything in full swing. Heads or tails, doesn't make a difference. Beneath the glamour there was always gonna be amateur dramatics, a lot of bad behavior."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim gave her hands a squeeze but still remained silent. He watched her face and listened to her voice and just enjoyed it while it was lasting.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie brought one of his hands up so she could press a kiss or two against his knuckles.

And it seemed the singing had ceased for at least the time being. She was almost surprised.

[pursuedthestars]

Jim didn't chance trying to talk just yet because he didn't want to sing. Instead, he sighed quietly and smiled at that kiss. He liked gentle touches sometimes.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave him a few more of those gentle touches. His other hand, too. Because that was just fair.

She didn't say anything, either. Maybe in a moment.

[pursuedthestars]

He smiled again and watched her kiss his fingers. He squeezed her hands again and contemplated talking.

Not yet, though.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie glanced at him over their joined hands.

"Scared of singing?"

[pursuedthestars]

Jim shook his head and lengthened his silence for just a little bit longer. Just for a few more moments.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave him an amused look for his wordless answer. Didn't say anything about it, though.

Hey, she didn't want to risk another long bout of singing for herself.

[pursuedthestars]

"I look like I rolled around in a thorny bush," Jim said, finally using his voice again. He glanced down at his torso and then back up at her.

[whenshewasnice]

"Mmm." She rested their hands against his scratched-up stomach. "That's what you get for being a jerk."

Not a terrible punishment considering she knew he enjoyed that kind of thing.

[pursuedthestars]

"I wasn't a jerk," he said even if he knew he had been. "I was just taking advantage of a situation because it was there and all. But, if this is what you do to jerks, I might have to do it more often."

[whenshewasnice]

"You were a jerk." There was no use arguing that point. He was more often a jerk than he wasn't, anyway. "And now you're a jerk who's covered in scratches."

[pursuedthestars]

"I'm also a jerk who you stripped half naked," Jim felt compelled to point out. "So, you must like the jerk side of me."

[whenshewasnice]

"I have bad taste." Jerks liked jerks, or something. "It's been established previously."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, must be it. But, you still stripped me so that just encourage me to be a jerk more often."

[whenshewasnice]

"There are limits to when it's attractive," Natalie admonished, giving his hands a light squeeze. "Sometimes being a jerk is just being a jerk and can get you booted out."

[pursuedthestars]

"I'll be careful." He probably wouldn't be. "But, I'm always gonna be attractive."

[whenshewasnice]

"Mmh." Noncommittal sound. "Maybe. Am I going to have to nudge you towards topics that aren't your jerkitude?"

[pursuedthestars]

"What topics are you trying to get me to come around to?" Jim asked curiously.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you playing dumb or genuinely curious?"

[pursuedthestars]

"Curious because we've talked about a lot and I'm not sure where you want me to go circle around to," Jim admitted.