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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[necroslacker]

"Are you frustrated right now?" Samm asked, ducking down to give her lower lip a light lick. "Feeling like giving me a push right now?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Right now? I'm pretty comfortable." But who knew how long that would last. Or whether she was even telling the truth. She could be tricky like that. "No pushing."

[necroslacker]

"No pushing," he murmured, ducking down and giving her several light kisses just because he could. "I'm pretty comfortable too. You're a surprisingly comfortable pillow. And it helps that I can do this --"

He pushed his hips against hers slowly, staying flush against her for a few seconds before smirking at her.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie knew she could've suppressed the little groan that ensued. But, wickedness had to be repayed, or something, and she knew he liked her noises.

"Weird thing to do to a pillow," she drawled.

[necroslacker]

"Don't make me feel weird," Sam said, laughing and nipping her chin for that one. He did slip one hand down her side as subtly as he could. He shifted just a bit, giving himself some space to stroke his fingers down her stomach and towards her thigh.

"Make me feel weird and I might not do anything to you," Sam added, giving her chin another kiss.

[whenshewasnice]

"How could I make you feel weird?" Natalie asked, and was actually quite proud of herself for the logic she was about to show off. Under the circumstances, shivering a bit and wanting to chuckle at the kisses on her chin, she thought it was an admirable feat. "You are weird."

It didn't sound like a bad thing.

[necroslacker]

"I'm weird?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow and sounding mock skeptical. His fingers brushed oh so lightly against her thigh, getting ever closer to a spot that he knew would make her moan. "How am I weird?"

[whenshewasnice]

"You know how," Natalie told him, and squirmed a bit. No reason. Really. "You're a weirdly lame slacker necromancer."

[necroslacker]

"Uh huh." He brushed one finger against her before pushing it the slightest bit inside her. "And you get points when we sleep together."

That finger pressed just a little further inside her. "You're weird too."

[whenshewasnice]

Her head tipped back with a little gasp, even if it wasn't nearly enough to do anything to her ability to talk.

"I'm normal for my world."

[necroslacker]

"You're weird," Sam said again, adding another finger and pushing them both in a little deeeper. "You've got weirdness in your bones and something else inside you."

It was a lame attempt at talking dirty for Sam.

[whenshewasnice]

Yeah. That was actually lame enough that the strangled little noise she made turned into a laugh about halfway through. Sorry, Sam.

Well, she wasn't particularly sorry.

[necroslacker]

"Did you just laugh at me?" Sam asked, giving her a look and wiggling those fingers a bit. "You're just asking for me to go for a walk on the beach on my own."

He pulled his fingers out a bit, deciding she deserved the tease.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie wrinkled her nose at him. She was above pouting.

Though not above making a disappointed sound at the teasing. "You're asking to get laughed at," she retorted anyway. "It was funny dirty talk."

[necroslacker]

And that meant he pulled those fingers all the way out of her, giving her a smirk as he did. He slid those fingers of his against her thigh.

"And now look at what you've done."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm a woman of principle," Natalie drawled, with just the lightest of disapproving frowns up at him. Like she wasn't kind of aching or anything. "Sometimes that doesn't pay off."

[necroslacker]

"Obviously," Sam pointed out, giving her a shake of his head and stroking her thigh again. "You've lost out. Guess you'll have to adapt."

[whenshewasnice]

"You haven't taken off for a walk alone yet," she retorted. With a shiver. "I don't think everything's lost before you do that."

[necroslacker]

"I felt that shiver," Sam said, giving her another smirk that looked almost smug. "You cold or is it something else?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Don't play dumb, Samhain," Natalie drawled, even as she reached up to trace that smirk with a few fingertips. "You come by it naturally easily enough."

[necroslacker]

"Your enjoyment of my full name is funny," Sam said, kissing those fingertips and letting his own fingers wander a little closer to where they'd just been again. "My mom would like you."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie tapped her fingertips against the tip of his nose and didn't bother holding back another laugh. It was so rare that she laughed at all, you see.

"Really? You're going to talk about your mom now?"

[necroslacker]

"What else should I be doing?" Sam asked, going back to playing dumb because it was fun and because he really did like her laugh.

[whenshewasnice]

He was awful. And she kind of liked that so clearly there was something wrong with her.

She flicked her fingers against his nose, this time. "You know perfectly well."

[necroslacker]

"I don't," he said, all wide eyed innocence. "What should I be doing? Skateboarding? Doing homework? Eating?"