Room 223, Sunday Noon

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie's Sunday mornings and afternoons tended to be the same every week, when there wasn't any weirdness afoot. She got up earlier than most, got coffee, and then either wandered somewhere else in the dorms (generally either Sam's room or the roof), or came back to her own room where she sat down and read something.

This Sunday was no different. She sat cross-legged on her bed, a book in her lap, occasionally eating a piece of candy or two from the bag beside her. The Petey Sci-Fi soundtrack played on in the background at a moderate volume, and every once in a while she hummed along.

A day like this didn't need much more than that.

[ooc: Open post, half open door! I'm onna traaaain.]

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[necroslacker]

"Define other things," Sam asked, smiling as he did because did a question like that sound so familiar?

[whenshewasnice]

Yes, yes it did. Natalie rolled her eyes, but in a tolerant way. "Things that are other. Not reading."

And she called him a tease. Tsk.

[necroslacker]

"And what other things am I sometimes doing?" Sam asked, going about it a different way even if he wasn't sure it'd help.

[whenshewasnice]

"What other things do you think you might be doing?" Natalie countered. "Guess and maybe I'll tell you if you're right."

Familiar, familiar.

[necroslacker]

"I don't know what else I might be doing which is why I need your help in figuring it out," Sam tried. "I'm not good at the guessing game like you are."

[whenshewasnice]

"Lame." It was the word of the day. "Okay. Sometimes there are candlelit dinners."

Which was actually more of a confession for her than saying anything about how underneath all her mild ways there was still a teenager who sometimes had dreams about skin on skin.

[necroslacker]

"Candlelit dinners?" That was an interesting confession. He smiled over at her and gave her hand a little squeeze. "I don't cook these dinners, do I? That might turn the dream into a nightmare."

[whenshewasnice]

"Dreams don't work on real world logic," Natalie replied, looking down to hide whatever borderline coyness might have crossed her face. "Doubt there's much actual cooking involved."

[necroslacker]

"Not much cooking involved?" Sam repeated, leaning over towards her to press a few kisses against her jaw. His voice was pressed against her skin when he said, "What's going on instead?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Dinner. Duh." It was meant to sound a little more... eyeroll-y, but she ended up sighing softly. Oh well. "I meant I don't dream of anyone cooking, or bout who cooked the food. The food's irrelevant."

[necroslacker]

"You dream of the romance," Sam murmured, moving those kisses up near her ear and temple. "You dream about the good, warm stuff. Those are good dreams."

He nuzzled her cheek, deciding she didn't even need to ask for comfort because he just wanted to touch her right now.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie wasn't objecting. "They're just dreams." Well, except about that. But he should rather have focused on the hints of her pleased reaction to his affection that she was letting slip past her guard.

[necroslacker]

"What, you don't think they can become reality at some point?" Sam asked, brushing her hair back with his fingers and kissing a spot near her eye. "I can take you to a candlelit dinner. I can do that."

[whenshewasnice]

"What, you won't trip over your lameness?" Natalie retorted in a murmur. And by his lameness she really meant her own reluctance to be fun like that. But details. "Set a tablecloth on fire?"

[necroslacker]

"I'll do my best not to be lame," Sam promised, whispering the words into her ear before dropping his head down and kissing her shoulder. "Even if I was, you'd still like it. But, we should go out to dinner. You should let me take you to dinner. My treat and everything."

[whenshewasnice]

"Fine, you can take me out to dinner," she sighed, turning her head towards him. "Even with your overconfidence regarding how much I like your lameness."

It was not overconfidence.

[necroslacker]

"If you didn't like my lameness, I don't think you'd still be here," Sam murmured, leaning forward to just barely catch her lips in a brief kiss. "You'd be gone."

[whenshewasnice]

"Probably," Natalie admitted quietly, even as she tried to reach for more of his lips in turn. "So I guess it has its merits."

[necroslacker]

"And you're not gone," Sam pointed out, pulling back slightly just to tease her a bit. "So, I must be doing something right."

Or she was lazy. He guessed it was the first one.

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe." Well, if he was going to tease with actions, she could do the same in words. "It's possible."

[necroslacker]

He was going to guess that possible was probable and she was just trying to get back at him for not letting her get a kiss. Just for that, he was going to stay where he was, just out of her reach (unless she took initiative and moved).

He smiled just a bit. "It's probable. I'm dumb but not that dumb. You'd be gone if you didn't like it."

[whenshewasnice]

"Sometimes people do weird things they don't like, Samhain."

This wasn't one of those, though. And he could probably tell. Since she was actually going to do that rare thing of taking initiative. She rolled onto her side and tried to push him back into the mattress to climb on top of him.

He wouldn't be able to refuse her kisses as easily then.

[necroslacker]

Sam hadn't expected that much initiative but he found he liked that rare display. He endeed up on his back, arms going up to reach for her as she moved on top of him. He wouldn't be doing much resisting now, no.

"Yeah, but I know you like this because you like me," Sam murmured. "Don't you?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Hm." Yeah, she hadn't quite given up on teasing and making him wait, even though she'd climbed on him. But she did duck down to kiss him. Softly, lightly enough to mutter, "I do like you."

[necroslacker]

"I like you too," Sam murmured against her lips. This time, he did lean up to try and kiss her in a reversal of roles. He tangled his legs up with hers and said again, "I really like you."