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Room 223, Sunday Noon

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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"It's not nice to call me names when I've admitted things like that," Sam said though she could probably hear a laugh in his voice and feel an exhale of breath on her lips. "I might never tell you about my dreams again."

"No, you will," Natalie murmured, sounding similarly amused. She gave his lower lip a lick. "I'm fairly sure. Because you know I wasn't mocking you."

"You sound pretty confident about that," he mumbled, smiling briefly before leaning back in for another kiss. "I know you're naturally confident but what makes you confident I won't just withhold?"

"You can feel that I liked hearing that." And Natalie was dealing with his supernatural skills by learning to exploit them in positive circumstances. "And that should probably please you."

Sam couldn't help but snicker at her use of his abilities to prove herself right. She was since he'd loved feeling her pleasure at his words but still. She was a tricky one.

"You trying to tell me I haven't been racking up tons of points for you?" He hoped he was, at least. Hey, he did have an ego.

"You're twisting my words," Natalie accused, quietly. "You have points."

Tons, in fact.

"I'm not twisting anything," Sam retorted, nipping her lower lip before cattching her lips for another kiss. "What kinds of points do I have?"

If she could exploit his powers, he could do the same.

Natalie considered telling him they were point-like points but decided to be a little easier, just this once. She was comfortable, right now. That didn't happen often.

"Well, you get points for being entertaining," she told him, near his lips. "And you get points for your smile. And... dinner plans. And you got points for a good first time."

"A good first time," Sam repeated, trying to ignore the lightest of blushes that appeared on his cheeks. "It was okay?"

Well, they'd kind of just lazed around silently after so it was good to hear that she'd liked it just like he had.

If Natalie had been much of a blusher, she would've had one too. As it was, he had to make due with some light coyness and a lopsided smile.

"Better than okay," she told him. "It was good."

Great, even.

"Okay," Sam exhaled, smiling at her for both being truthful about it and for being open with him so he knew. "It was good for me too. Like, it was really good. Thanks for waiting with me till it felt right."

"No problem." It hadn't been, even if his refusal (though smart) had made her embarrassed the first time. That was in the past now.

She gave him another light kiss. "It was great. Worth it. Worth a repeat."

"You wanna repeat it?" Sam murmured, smiling at her again. She could probably feel it against her lips. "When?"

Oh, sue him, he was eager when it came to her.

"When?" Natalie repeated, and this time she was mocking him. A little. But with great affection. "I'm sorry, I don't have a schedule planned out."

"Why not?" Sam asked, deciding he deserved to be mocked for that one. "Is sex really supposed to be spontaneous?"

He frowned dramatically at her but his eyes were still amused.

Natalie chuckled quietly. "Yeah," she said. "I've heard it's supposed to be best that way. We can work out a schedule though, if you'd prefer that."

Yeah, that was a joke.

"I'm not great at sticking to schedules," Sam said, laughing up into another kiss. "Guess we'll just have to do it when the mood strikes."

He could deal with that.

Natalie had no objections, either. "Good," she murmured. "I doubt that arrangement will leave you having to skateboard your energy away unbearably often."

Sam laughed again and kissed her, letting it linger for awhile. "That a promise? Skateboarding's a lonely thing late at night."

"Promise might be too strong a word," she mused, nipping at his lip. "But you won't be lonely much, no."

"You won't be lonely either," Sam promised quietly. "Whenever you want me or need me, come find me. I wanna be there for you. I will be there for you. For whatever you need."

"A two-way deal," Natalie murmured. She could live with that arrangement. She couldn't admit to needing him but she could live with that. "Okay."

She kissed him, a little more like she meant it, this time. It could have been to shut him up, but really it was just because she felt like it.

.Well, if she wanted kiss him, he was just gonna return that kiss just as eagerly. He wasn't going to stop her to keep talking. He was going to reach around and pull her flush against him so he could feel all of her.

And he did that just because he wanted to. And he wanted her.

So, they could just... want each other. That was fine with Natalie, as he was sure he could tell from the way she let her weight settle against him, and from whatever she might have been projecting at him otherwise.

Plus the deepening of the kiss. Pretty safe to say she was content to be here right now.

Yeah, the deepening of the kiss was a pretty good indicator that she was good with kissing him too. He could feel her pleasure and even if she couldn't feel his in the same way, he did sigh and hold her tighter and kiss her deeper.

He was pretty damn content too. He really wanted to keep that feeling.

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