whenshewasnice | Room 334, Copacabana Palace, Rio, Sunday Morning

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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)!]

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"Lucky in general."

Teeth? Teeth, then, just lightly grazing sensitive skin.

"That's a n - nice compliment," Sam stammered, biting his lower lip and trying to stay focused. He didn't have her control though so it probably wouldn't last too much longer until he was just sighing her name and enjoying himself. "You like me a lot."

He could still say that though.

"Yeah." Well, she supposed it wasn't much of a secret right now. She moved a little further down, from chest to the upper parts of his stomach, with kisses and little nips here and there. "You like me too."

"Yeah. Of course I do. I like you too." It hadn't been a secret for him in a while. He glanced down at her and even reached to twirl some of her hair around a finger. "I'm lucky too."

She was complex but he was growing fond of that trait of hers.

Natalie hid a smile by letting her little kisses trail over his ribs. The hair twirling got some sort of a pleased little noise from her, though. "If you say so."

She honestly didn't mean it as anything other than a joke.

"I say so," Sam said, nodding and pressing his head back into the pillow. "That feels good."

It felt really good, in fact.

"Nice to have someone and for it not to hurt." It was something he'd said before in other words to her but he still meant it. He kept sliding his fingers through her hair.

"I don't have any plans to hurt you."

She knew she was more than capable, though, both physically and emotionally. But she was capable of a lot of things she had no intention of doing.

Her tongue traced a circle around his navel. "But I do have plans to stick around."

"That's good," Sam sighed, eyes closed and breathing steady for the moment. "I'm not going anywhere either. Guess you're stuck with my lame self. Hope you don't get bored."

And he hoped she didn't stop kissing him either.

Natalie had no real plan of doing that, either, he could rest assured.

"I haven't been bored yet," she murmured, soft kisses trailing a little more to the side instead of staright down because she was a tease like that. And enjoying herself. "Probably speaks for itself that I suggested rooming together. I'm not expecting to get bored."

"Yeah." Yeah, she had suggested that and it had surprised him but now he was warming to the idea. He was also warming because she was getting closer to where he really wanted her to kiss.

"Yeah, you did suggest that." He nodded and sounded distracted. "We should do that."

Not for the first time this morning, Natalie chuckled at him, quietly, with a few puffs of warm air against his skin.

"You sound distracted," she murmured, tracing the curve of his hipbone with her lips.

"I'm distracted." He was, he really was. "You should keep making me more distracted. I could do with more distraction, Nat. Think you can do that?"

It was hard to sound challenging when he felt so nice.

Natalie snickered at his attempts again, anyway. "Mmm." She moved, though. More towards the center, with kisses that were soft and almost lazy.

And then, after some hesitation/teasing (hard to tell, really), just with the tip of her tongue, she drew out a long lick along his cock.

Yes, she could distract him further.

Yeah, he was definitely distracted. And he was letting a quiet moan slip out unbidden. His back arched off the bed just slightly and he sighed after that man."

"God," he mumbled, having not experienced that kind of feeling for a long time.

Well, it was his lucky moment then, wasn't it? Because, encouraged by that reaction she did it again. And then again, but with more the flat of her tongue.

Experimenting. There was nothing she couldn't be analytical about.

Of course she was analytical about it. Of course she was. And his responses ranged from squirming (there was a lot) to sighing (and a lot of that) to even her name slipping out from between parted lips every so often.

His hips wanted to move but he kept them still and just gripped the sheets of the bed to keep himself from arching up towards her.

Being analytical was a helpful skill in life, especially when faced with new things. Such as this one. Which may have explained the slightly tentative quality to her licks, and the few kisses she dropped against his skin in between.

Though maybe it just read as teasing. For the moment.

"You know," she said, after a slightly different kind of hesitation, "I haven't done this before."

Somehow she felt obligated to state that out loud. To... lower his expectations of whatever might happen, or something.

"What?" Sam asked, sounding a little distracted before he blinked and processed what she said. That -- Sam didn't know why it made her sound vulnerable but she did. Luckily, he wasn't going to say that to her.

"Oh Nat, you don't have to," he said, already trying to reach for her to pull her back up towards him. "You don't have to. We can do something else."

He didn't even have to say it. Natalie knew it made her sound vulnerable, because saying it made her feel vulnerable.

Though so did the fact that it felt like he was protecting her now, so she didn't immediately move when he tried reaching for her. "I didn't mean it like that," she said, though perhaps pointlessly, as she was pretty sure that particular moment had now passed.

"I know but I want you to know that you don't have to do anything for me like that," Sam said, still trying to reach for her since he wasn't trying to make her feel vulnerable either.

"There are lots of other things we can do," he mumbled, glancing down at her.

Natalie relented and moved up, though slowly. "Such as?"

Okay, no, she could have named various things but she just felt a little weird now. Vulnerability was not her strong suit. It'd pass.

"Such as a lot of things," he said, leaning up to kiss her. "I could do that sort of thing to you. Think you'd like that?"

"Possibly." If she could relax again. Her words got murmured against his lips, though, because she could still kiss him, softly. "Probably."

"We'll do that, then," Sam murmured, rubbing her shoulders and feeling some of that tension. "Nat, relax. Relax. It's okay. Lay back and relax."

"Easier said," Natalie muttered, and snagged another kiss from him. And then she shifted off him and flopped onto her back beside him.

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