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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[whenshewasnice]

"Ah, yes, breasts make you smile," Natalie teased as she stopped next to the bed. "You should take your pants off."

She was reaching behind her back to undo her bra as she said that.

[pursuedthestars]

"So, I have a question for you."

He said this as he reached to undo the buttons of his pants and push the zipper down.

"What's so special about me kneeling for you?"

Yes, he remembered that from awhile ago.

[whenshewasnice]

"You remember that? I'm surprised."

No she wasn't. She knew he took note of interesting things the same as she did.

The bra fell on the floor at her feet.

[pursuedthestars]

"No, you're not," Jim said, pushing his pants down his legs and tossing them towards the floor. "You gonna tell me?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Mm." She reached for the buttons on her own jeans for good measure, now. Didn't really need much but her underwear, did she? "It's a power thing. Symbolic."

[pursuedthestars]

"So, me kneeling was like giving you power or something?" Jim asked, crossing his feet at the ankle and making himself comfortable.

[whenshewasnice]

"Something like that. Kneeling before someone more powerful in reverence." Buttons and zipper dealt with, she pushed the jeans down her hips. "It's really just the idea of power, though. A little thrill."

[pursuedthestars]

"Didn't know you liked power just as much as you like being overpowered," he said, licking his lips and giving her a slow once over. "Mmm."

[whenshewasnice]

"I guess you could say I swing both ways," Natalie quipped, kicking the jeans away before getting her knee on the bed so she could return to her rightful place over his hips. "Control can be just as intoxicating as it is to lose."

[pursuedthestars]

"Do you have a preference?" he asked, smiling when she settled herself back on is lap.

[whenshewasnice]

"Now or in general?" she asked, running her hands over his chest while she settled her weight on his lap. Well, she didn't settle entirely. Had to rock back and forth just a little bit, to take advantage of the clothing situation. So little fabric between them. "Because I like to go with my mood."

[pursuedthestars]

"Just in general," Jim said, sighing and stretching out because despite the rocking, he was pretty damn comfortable right now. "Majority of the time might be a better way to describe it."

[whenshewasnice]

"I think it depends on mood and company too much for me to really say," Natalie mused, scratching idly at his skin again. "With you? I seem to veer more towards a lack of control, loss of power."

[pursuedthestars]

"That differ from the last guy you were with?"

Yep, Jim was asking that because he was curious.

"Just wondering what makes you want one thing and not the other."

[whenshewasnice]

"You'd have to be a psychoanalyst to figure that out." Not to say she hadn't tried analyzing herself on this front too. "I guess it may have been more the opposite. Or a nice balance of the two. Until the break-up, anyway."

[pursuedthestars]

"And after?" he asked though he kind of remembered her saying a few things about her and the guy's time after they'd broken up.

[whenshewasnice]

"Surrendering to the point of getting spanked for being bad." She knew she'd told him about that before, yeah. Her voice took on an airier, breathier quality for some of that statement. Masking actual feelings with an act.

For all the progress she'd made, she still missed that closeness with Sam. Unhealthy though it may have been.

"Such a bad girl sometimes, you see."

[pursuedthestars]

"I know you are," Jim said, smirking at her and sliding his fingers up and down her sides. "I've seen that bad side of you. It comes out a lot when you're with me."

And he liked that.

[whenshewasnice]

"Mm hmmm," Natalie nodded, pushing aside all thoughts of Sam because she didn't really need them around right now. Especially not when she might sing them. "You're no angel either. It's contagious."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim hadn't sung in awhile and he was getting lolled into a false sense of self. He probably should have been more on his guard.

"I know," Jim said, smiling up at her. "I never claimed to be an angel and take pride in that. You missed out when you weren't with me. All that time and you didn't know what you were missing."

Hey, he was a jerk but he was also a competitive jerk. Sorry, Natalie.

[whenshewasnice]

"You are such a self-absorbed jerk sometimes," Natalie told him, because sometimes she felt like pointing out the obvious. "Yes, I missed out. But I'm making up for it now."

[pursuedthestars]

"Are you?"

Well, she was just sitting on his lap.

"You're not doing much at all right now, Natalie."

[whenshewasnice]

"I meant in general, jerk," she retorted, rolling her eyes. And then her hips, against his.

[pursuedthestars]

Jim laughed and pushed his hips against hers because that felt good. That felt really, really good.

"Insistent on calling me names, aren't you?"

[whenshewasnice]

"If you're insistent on being a jerk."

She rolled her hips again. And again. Because it did feel good and good things out to be repeated.