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[dust_of_life]

[She moans softly, her contentment resonating in her chest and into his. All she wants to do is keep kissing him, but a few words sneak out between.]

I don't care if it's weird timing, I want you so much right now.

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[ That sound gets to him, swallowing it gladly and searching for more. What she does manage to get out mimics his own thoughts perfectly. ]

You've got me.

[ He bites at her lips, grabbing at the fabric on her back and pulling it up so he can get to her skin. ]

[dust_of_life]

[Finally. They can agree on something.

She raises her arms, humming into the kiss, biting him right back and thinking about going for his neck next.]

[runsaway]

[ He pulls it off without wasting a second, tossing the garment off to the side and reacquaints himself with the skin of her torso all at once. ]

[dust_of_life]

[It hasn't really changed all that much, Sam.

No trace of a scar, although she does take a deeper than usual breath when he touches her side. Phantom pangs from being shot. She'll have to get over that one.

Arms free, she starts working on his shirt, kissing his lips, then moving to his cheek, his jaw, and then finding her way to his neck. A few innocent kisses, and then she's going to town, catching his skin between her teeth--albeit gently--for some nibbling.]

[runsaway]

[ It doesn't matter if anything's changed or it's stayed the same, he wants to touch it all, to trace every inch with his finger tips, and that's exactly what he does. He's not sure if her fascination with his neck has anything to do with her vampiric heritage, but he only encourages it, craning his neck to the side as he works to remove her bottoms. ]

[dust_of_life]

[It would probably disturb Fatima to connect the dots between her Cainite blood and her obsession with giving Sam hickeys. Fortunately, she's not there right now. She's too busy squirming on the sink to try to help Sam with her skirt. A little awkward, but this is supposed to be hot, right? At least, that's what a decade worth of romantic movies seems to imply.]

[runsaway]

[ He really couldn't care less about appearances right then, he just wants her. He pulls it off with her underwear, stepping away just long enough to toss the skirt and undergarment to the side before sliding back between her legs. Sam grabs her ass, stealing a deep kiss while he can. ]

[dust_of_life]

[She kisses him back with a squeak of surprise. As she melts into the kiss, she peels off his shirt.

There's something humming in the back of her mind, something...

Can't be that important. Not as important as this.]

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[ He rolls his shoulders, helping her remove it and enjoying the feeling of having skin on skin contact with her again. He pulls her close, pulling on her bottom lip before he hisses, ]

No condom.

[dust_of_life]

[And that's what it was. She could kill herself for being so careless, but she's not sure what's making her angrier right now, the sheer stupidity of forgetting or the fact that he doesn't have one.]

Fuck.

[runsaway]

[ Despite the lack of preparation, Sam isn't deterred in the least. He leaves a few kisses along her lips and jaw before traveling lower. ]

Let me...

[ Much lower. ]

[dust_of_life]

Let you wha--

[Oh.

Oh.

Fatima's always been a halfway decent student, but she can't say she's ever enjoyed learning new things quite as much as she does with Sam. The buzzing in her head stops. Everything stops. At least for a little while.

She doesn't even realize that she's panting and breathless until she catches herself swaying on the edge of the sink.]

[runsaway]

[ Sam enjoys doing this, especially hearing her reactions. He wants her to feel good, it makes him feel good and damn if she deserves a bit of a break. It's not until he hears and tastes her ride out her climax that Sam pulls away, placing a few kisses along her inner thigh. ]

[dust_of_life]

[Her hand reaches out to touch his head, half for balance and half out of sheer and unapologetic affection.]

That...that was a thing.

[runsaway]

[ There's a smile on his face, glad to hear the breathlessness in her voice. His hans run up and down the outside of her thighs from her hips to her knees before he starts to bring his lips back up her stomach. ]

A thing.

[dust_of_life]

[Moaning, she shuts her eyes, digging her fingers into his shaggy, shaggy hair.]

A thing we're definitely doing again.

[Still. It can't be all that gratifying for him, can it?]

We'll have to figure out condoms. Because we're definitely doing that again too.

[runsaway]

[ He's got a feeling condoms are going to be much more scarce in Haven in comparison to Zelien, but he's not going to voice that opinion and ruin the afterglow. One final kiss next to her bellybutton before Sam stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. ]

We've been doing pretty good thus far.

[dust_of_life]

[She reaches over the sink, grabbing a washcloth and offering it to him. It's a little awkward, but then again...what hasn't been lately?]

Well. There had to be something good.

[runsaway]

[ He gives a thankful smile before using it to wipe himself a bit cleaner. But is there regret on his face? Not a hint. Despite what she may think, he actually enjoys that quite a bit. But a response like that causes a bit of worry.

Sometimes he concentrates on his own feelings of inadequacy too much. He places a hand on her shoulder and nuzzles the side of her cheek. ]

You are something good.

[dust_of_life]

[Sometimes, in her frustration with him, she forgets how sweet Sam can be. But then she sees it. That innate goodness to him. The kindness. The loyalty she witnessed the day they met.]

We.

[Because she hates the self-effacing crap he dumps on himself.]

We are something good.

[Lightly, she puts her hands on his shoulders, slipping off of the sink. She feels a little wobbly, but leans against him for support.]

[runsaway]

[ He huffs quietly, but doesn't argue and offers a smile for the effort. Though he steps back to give her room, he puts a hand at her own shoulder to help steady her. ]

You okay?

[dust_of_life]

Mmm.

[She set a palm on his chest, her fingers falling into the lines of his muscles. For a moment, she has the faintest smile.

And then she glances up, catching his eyes.

...and backs him up to the wall with a sudden, fierce grin.]

[runsaway]

[ Whoa, there. He wasn't expecting that and his expression says that much. But surprise bleeds into a tentative smile with a raise of his brow.

Guess they're not done yet. ]

[dust_of_life]

[She surprised herself a little, which becomes apparent as a bit of a line forms between her eyes.

Covering it, Fatima leans over, nipping at his neck again, burying her face in his skin.

Meanwhile, her hand slides down his stomach and into his jeans.]