Room 334, Copacabana Palace, Rio, Sunday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Despite some major bumps along the way, this Spring Break week had righted itself eventually, even if it hadn't been without a lot of painful past things discussed. Natalie supposed that was something you did when you wanted your relationship to be about more than just hanging out.

Not that that made it any easier.

But waking up seemed to be easy today, at least in the sense that coming into consciousness wasn't immediately followed by being metaphorically hit in the face with the mistakes of days past. With a sigh, she covered the arm around her with her own, and slid her fingers between Sam's. This morning was already better than the previous one had been.

[ooc: For one, and inna separate post to not break the trip one (again, sorry about that)!]

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[whenshewasnice]

Did a gasp count? It probably did, and it was what happened, along with just the slightest arching of her back.

And since he'd finally released her wrists, she could run her fingers through his hair, mussing it up even further. "Never said I'm not," she murmured.

[necroslacker]

Sam ran his tongue over her nipple again, pleased that there weren't any clothes getting in the way right now. Her hands in his hair felt good though and he had to pull away and soak up that attention for a few moments.

He hummed in appreciation and closed his eyes, sighing.

[whenshewasnice]

Poor Sam. By closing his eyes he unwittingly deprived himself of one of Natalie's softer smiles, because he looked... Well, it just made her feel nice to see him like that.

And at least he wasn't deprived of her attention. One hand stayed where it was, playing with his hair, while the other travelled down his face, tracing the bridge of his nose and the curves of his lips.

[necroslacker]

"Feels good," he murmured, letting himself get caught up in the warm, happy feelings her touch was evoking. He almost forgot about trying to work her up because that felt so nice and intimate.

After months of people just beating the crap out of him, this felt amazing.

[whenshewasnice]

And Natalie was definitely not going to beat the crap out of him.

... Well not at least unless he did something seriously wrong first.

Her hand moved back, over his temple, to trace the rim of his ear. "Mm."

[necroslacker]

She was really getting him off his focus since he was pretty much just melting underneath her touch. He sighed and nuzzled against her hands, looking content and happy and utterly relaxed.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie's fingers circled his ear, then moved down along his jawline, softly. "I've thrown you entirely off your track," she murmured.

She sounded lightly amused, and oddly proud, almost.

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, you have," Sam agreed, sighing. "How dare you. What am I supposed to do now?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Get back on track?" she suggested, tapping her fingertips against his chin. "Choose another one? Try not to be so easily distracted?"

[necroslacker]

"Easier said than done," Sam murmured, leaning down and kissing her fingertips lightly. "You're not helping me get back on track, you know. Making it hard to think."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm not even doing anything," Natalie told him quietly. While her fingertip brushed lightly over his lips again, yes.

[necroslacker]

"You're touching me," Sam pointed, trying to kiss her finger again. "That's all it takes. I'm easy, you know."

[whenshewasnice]

"Should I stop touching you?"

She doubted that.

[necroslacker]

"Why do you wanna do that?" Sam asked, sighing and moving to actually rest his dead on her chest. She couldn't stop touching him now. So there.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie chuckled quietly, and he probably felt it as much as he heard it.

She brushed her fingers back and forth through his hair. "I asked you if I should."

[necroslacker]

"You shouldn't." See, he could give her the right answer to her question. "I feel pretty safe right now."

And that was a huge compliment at this point in his life.

[whenshewasnice]

"Safe?" she asked, with a little smile down at him even if he couldn't see it. "Well, I guess few dangers lurk around when you're laying on top of your girlfriend."

[necroslacker]

"And I'm sure you could manhandle those dangers if you wanted to," he said, picking his head up and giving her another light kiss. And then another. "How strong are you, exactly?"

Curiosity!

[whenshewasnice]

"Strong." Wasn't that specific? Whatever, she was distracted by the kisses and trying to repay them. "Strong enough that if we move, we probably won't need to ask anyone to help with furniture."

[necroslacker]

He kept kissing her even while he tried to keep asking question because it was fun to see her try and answer and kiss him at the same time.

"That's pretty strong," he admitted with a little smile before kissing her again. "Do you get points when you manhandle me?"

He was still being playful and still trying to kiss her.

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe a couple here and there," Natalie murmured against his lips, not really caring if the words weren't enunciated all that clearly. Because kisses. "Do you think you'd get points for liking it when I manhandle you?"

Oh like she hadn't noticed.

[necroslacker]

"It's kinda hot," he said, going in for a longer kiss so he could say those words against her mouth. "Do you think it's weird that I like it?"

[whenshewasnice]

"No." She tried nipping at his lip. "People like weirder things than being pushed around."

Plus, he was a necromancer. You had to put things into perspective.

[necroslacker]

"I think it's more that you know what you want and you use your skills to get it," Sam explained, smirking at that nip at his lip. "And usually when you push me around, it's for good reasons."

[whenshewasnice]

"Mmhmm." Since he'd smirked, she caught his lip between her teeth for a slightly longer moment, then licked over the same spot once she released it. "Define good reasons."