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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[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."

[whenshewasnice]

"Really?" Natalie asked, only pulling back for a second or wo before ducking back down into his reach. She could be nice like that, sometimes. "That's news."

It really wasn't.

[necroslacker]

"Is it?" Sam asked, pushing himself up to steal another, longer kiss this time before he lowered himself back down. There were hints of a smile that wanted to come out on his face.

"My pretty large crush on you shouldn't be news," Sam murmured, sliding his fingers down one of her arms.

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, it is." Nope. And she leaned down to give his cheek a kiss to show she wasn't serious, and when she moved and her nose rubbed against his, it might not have been entirely accidental. "I thought maybe you were just bored."

[necroslacker]

"I'm not bored," Sam said, lowering his voice and smiling at that affectionate gesture of hers. "You're not boring and dating you isn't boring."

Challenging but not boring. "I thought you were slumming. Dating someone you're too good for."

[whenshewasnice]

"Someone with too low an opinion of himself," Natalie corrected him softly, with another kiss. This time on his forehead. Shush, she had affection to give out, if rarely. "Different thing."

[necroslacker]

"Mmm, I don't know if that's true," Sam said quietly. He closed his eyes and sighed at that gentle touch. "You're too good for me and that's just a fact."

He thought so, at least. "I'm not complaining about this, though."

[whenshewasnice]

"Your opinions are not the same as facts," Natalie replied just as quietly. She kissed the tip of his nose next, then his lips again. "But if you'd complain about it I would have to ask you to leave."

[necroslacker]

"I'm not complaining," Sam assured her, sighing and reaching up to nuzzle her cheek with his nose. "If you wanna take a chance with me, I'll never complainm. That's just my good luck."

[whenshewasnice]

"Good." She didn't like his unnecessarily low opinion of himself, but he would've liked it even less if it had made it seem like she was somehow stupid for wanting to be with him despite it.

She breathed in, and sighed. "Because I'm taking my chance."

[necroslacker]

"Take your chance," Sam murmured, bringing his hands up to cradle her cheeks. He brushed his thumbs under her eyes and smiled. "I'll do my best to make it an excellent risk and experiment in lameness."

He brought her face closer to his and kissed her lightly. "I can be scientific too."

[whenshewasnice]

"I see," Natalie murmured, sounding quietly amused. A smile tugged at her lips, though she obscured that by kissing him again.

Just felt like doing that. "Natural talent or my influence?"

[necroslacker]

"If I say it's your influence, are you gonna let that go to your head?" Sam mumbled against her lips. He even added a little lick just to add something to the affection.

"I don't do science so it's you," he admitted . "You're the one I want."

She hadn't asked but he said so anyway.

[whenshewasnice]

Indeed he did. It made Natalie pause, and just kiss him for a while. Repaying him for that lick and everything.

"Not very scientific," she commented after a moment of that. It was not complaining. In fact, she'd liked hearing that more than a little.

[necroslacker]

"Not everything has to be scientific," Sam murmured, smiling fondly at her. "You should try not being analytical about some things. See how it feels."

He didn't know if she'd say something similar but he could try and be encouraging to see if it would help.

[whenshewasnice]

"You're just hoping for confessions," Natalie returned, teasing. A little. "Almost like when you wanted me to define interesting instead of you."

[necroslacker]

"Hey, I've given you some confessions," Sam pointed out, kissing the spot underneath her chin. "I'm not hoping for anything, really. You wanna confess something, you should."

[whenshewasnice]

"If I confess something non-scientific," she sighed, "will you define interesting in your own words?"

So like her to barter for it.