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A Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Evening

So, that had been an awfully short school dance experience for both Natalie and Sam. She couldn't speak for him but she personally was just fine with that. They'd gone there, they'd made an appearance, they'd talked to a couple of people for about ten minutes or so, and then they'd been on their way.

On their way here, specifically. The hotel. Where Natalie had just managed to get the door to their room open after some minor fumbling with the key. Or, major fumbling.

"That was weird."

Or maybe she was just a little distracted.

[ooc: For the hormone-addled necromancer, and bound to be NSFW. It's sex pollen time, what did you expect?]

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There was probably some distraction happening on both sides. He'd stayed close to her the entire walk over to the hotel and he was still close to her now.

Once she'd gotten the door unlocked, he did a little victory cheer in his head and pressed close against her, front to back.

"Obviously a defective key." Or something. At this point, he just wanted to get them both inside the room.

"Obviously," Natalie agreed, because why not? And since he was so close already, she indulged a whim to turn her head and try and catch a kiss over her shoulder.

He might have to give her nudge to get her to move forwards. She was getting forgetful.

He could kiss her and nudge her all at once. He leaned forward, catching her lips with his and gave her a slight push inside the room.

"Inside, inside," he murmured against her lips before they got indecent right out in the hallway.

"Right, I'm going, I'm going," Natalie sighed, and did move. Luckily it wasn't that many steps to actually get in the room, and she could take those steps and still remain close to him.

It was kind of the thing to do today.

Once they were inside, Sam kicked the door shut and did step back from her enough to lock the door so there'd be no interruptions or anything like that.

See, he was still...slightly focused.

Natalie turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow when he stepped back.

Then she nodded. "Good idea." There really didn't need to be interruptions. She'd been promised things that called for uniterrupted privacy. "Just us."

"Just us," Sam said, already stepping back towards her. His hands started to loosen his tie and his eyes were dark with lust and want for her.

"Let me help with that," Natalie murmured, reaching for his tie. Hey, he'd already confessed to wanting to get her dress off, and she wanted to do something too.

Because sure, this was a task where her hands wouldn't fumble. Priorities.

"Thanks," Sam said, dropping his hands away from his tie. They immediately found their way to her shoulders and the pieces of dress that were there.

He slid his fingers underneath, intending to see if the dress could be pushed down and off of her that way. He wasn't sure but he'd find out.

He was in luck, because that was probably going to work, if with some maneuvering of her arms. Hooray for a skinny frame.

Her hands were quick to loosen his tie further, and yank it off over his head. It landed somewhere on the floor, she didn't care where. Her hands had already moved to the buttons of his shirt.

Yeah, any thoughts of doing things slowly flew out of Sam's minds pretty quickly. He yanked his shirt out of his pants to make it easier to get off him.

As soon as he'd done that, his hands returned to the dress and he pushed the straps down, hoping she'd be able to wrangle her arms out of them while still keeping her hands on him.

He knew logically that wouldn't work but he could hope.

That was not going to happen. And Natalie decided to be stubborn and get those buttons undone before being helpful in his pursuit, probably out of some misguided sense of balance. She wasn't wearing much under that dress, you know. Not a bra, anyway.

But lucky for him, she was quick with his shirt. Once it was open, she was helpful again, managing to wrangle her arms free with relative ease.

And leaving herself topless in the process.

Yeah, the lack of bra meant he got to see breasts and that's all he was seeing for the moment. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out to touch one breast, fingers cupping it and thumb brushing over the nipple.

He was going to take advantage of the lack of bra, oh yes.

So it appeared. Natalie was just going to... make a little sound, almost as if in protest of her heightened senses. She was used to having one random weak spot besides the obvious ones (it didn't get much less obvious than the back of your knee) but right now it was a little like her entire skin was joining in on that.

She grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him closer for a kiss. He needed to be more physically affected too.

Oh, he remembered the manhandling. And this time, this time he didn't wonder if there was something wrong. His lips met hers instantly and eagerly. There was no build up into a deep kiss. It was deep and hard and amazing.

It wasn't going to take long for him to be physically affected at all. No time at all.

That was what Natalie was going for. Her hands went to his shoulders, trying to push the shirt off him. Skin. Lots and lots of skin, that was the objective right now. Scarred or smooth, she didn't care.

And she kissed him back with matched eagerness, almost a little harsh. Whatever was in the air was making it hard to hold back.

He shook his shirt off, letting it flutter to the floor so there was skin against skin now and it felt freaking amazing.

"Don't hold back, Natalie," Sam murmured, able to pick that up from her through the eagerness and the want the lust. She didn't have to hold back tonight. He didn't want her to hold back tonight.

Oh, was he sure he knew what he was asking for?

Natalie responded by pushing him back against the door. It might have also counted as a shove, almost. It was a different sort of manhandling from the last time, though. That had been annoyed and seeking distraction. This was... just about the want.

And she managed to keep kissing him, pressing herself against him.

He knew what he was asking for and when she pushed him back against the door, he got what he wanted. He wanted them both completely out of control with want and lust and anything else.

When she pressed herself back against him, he made sure she could feel him getting hard through his pants because this was different than the last time, yes. He wanted her to let go of her control and he wanted to be there when she did.

It was probably safe to say she'd felt exactly what he'd wanted her to feel. Judging by the sound she muffled against his mouth. And the way she pushed her hips against his. That was probably a little less controlled than she might've been, had the circumstances been different.

Her hands were curled around his upper arms and her fingers seemed to be tingling, but then that was no different from various other parts of her body right now.

Yeah, this wasn't going to be a controlled thing at all and Sam wanted it that way. He wanted it to be hectic and frantic and intense.

He reached for the waist of that dress, trying to push it down the rest of the way to get her all the way naked (or closer than she was now). He wanted that and he wanted her to keep not holding back.

Getting the dress off involved a little wiggling, but it was manageable. And considering her proximity to him, a little wiggle probably wasn't a bad thing at all.

And yeah, she just happened to be wearing a particularly fetching pair of underwear. Sure, her intentions had been more or less innocent but it would have felt wrong not to pay attention to the choice of underwear when she'd gone through so much trouble the rest of what she was wearing!

And she wasn't thinking about that, anyway. She was more focused on him and his pants, and reaching down for his belt.

A little wiggle was not a bad thing, no. He was already hard so wiggling just made him groan and grind against her as best he could from his spot against the door.

He wanted to help her with his belt, rip the damn thing off but he also wanted to feel her hands do it, feel her want of him so he refrained and concentrated on the feel of her breasts against his chest and her mouth on his.

He was greedy, but then so was Natalie right now, so that was just fine. And luckily she was fairly good with belts. She didn't exactly rip it off but she was quick to undo it, and then move on to doing the same to his pants.

There was a little fumbling but in this case, it might have been intentional. Hey, she'd never heard a groan sound so enticing before.

And yeah, he groaned. He groaned against her mouth and pushed against her hands even if she just was trying to take his pants and shorts off. He wanted those hands of hers on him and he wanted to feel the pleasure she could evoke.

"More," Sam requested, licking and nipping at her lips like a guy with a hot naked girlfriend who could manhandle him like a boss.

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