Envy Adams (
whenshewasnice) wrote2012-02-26 04:18 pm
Room 334, Copacabana Palace, Rio, Sunday Morning
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)!]
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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He pulled his fingers out a bit, deciding she deserved the tease.
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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."
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"And now look at what you've done."
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"Really? You're going to talk about your mom now?"
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She flicked her fingers against his nose, this time. "You know perfectly well."
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She could also slide her fingers back into his hair. "Am I being tasked with getting you back on track?" she wondered. "Is that where this is going?"
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Of course, she was really only distracting him from the fact that her hands had come down to his shoulders, and right now, she was going to use that hold on him to try and roll them over for a change of pace.
He had to have his back pressed against the mattress for a change.
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"Not a cat," he confirmed, smiling up at her. "I'm a lot less furry."
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"Guess you're lucky you've got me then," he mumbled since he was pretty much sans hair except in the places he had to have it. Nothing weird on his chest or back.
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And since that was more truthful than playful, she obviously had to lick over one nipple to try and distract him from that.
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