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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.]

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[ 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.]

[runsaway]

[ No, he's definitely not complaining. Her teeth at his neck is par for the course, adding to the bruise he's already sporting, but being so bold--well, he can't help the grunt that comes up with the addition of the pressure and warmth of her hand mixed with the constraints of the denim. There's a noticeable bulge down there. ]

[dust_of_life]

[The biting turns to a few tender kisses, fierceness giving way to a bit of uncertainty.

Lightly, she trails her lips up along the side of his neck, to a spot behind his ear.]

You may need to...tell me what to do. A little.

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[ He's gripping her own hips again, willing her to just do anything. He was planning on taking care of it himself, maybe give her a moment to get dressed, but if she wants to do this... ]

Just--keep your hand moving.

[dust_of_life]

[That seems surprisingly simple. Maybe she's spent too much of her life building up this kind of thing. Hard to say.

Hard to care, at the moment.

Nodding just slightly, her cheek brushing against his, she complies.]

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[ His eyes fall shut, but his brows twitch as she touches him. He's usually someone who prefers not to talk in moments like this, but he still walks her through it. It only takes a few minutes before he's jerking his hips and finishing in her hand. ]

[dust_of_life]

[Somehow, it's a bit more satisfying than she would have anticipated. Probably because it's Sam. He makes her feel so...

...not dead.

Inside thought. Definitely an inside thought. At least until she parses it out. For now, it's a few more tender kisses along the side of his neck, before she rests against his shoulder.]

Was that...?

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[ It's not as good as being inside of her, but it's a lot more enjoyable than his own hand, that's for sure. Sam takes a moment to even out his breathing as he simply nods, hopefully abating her fears with that single motion. He takes a moment to readjust and tuck himself back into his pants, placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. ]

Thank you.

[dust_of_life]

[She smiles slightly, half embarrassed, half proud.]

Not a bad way to say, "Glad you're still here."

[Or "Glad you're not dead."]

I...

[A pause.]

Don't laugh. But, I mean...I miss you. When you're not around.

[runsaway]

[ He doesn't laugh, but she does get an amused huff as the corners of his mouth quirk upwards. Gingerly, Sam runs his fingers through her hair. ]

I miss you too.

[dust_of_life]

Huh.

[She closes her eyes, head on his shoulder.]

Better than I was expecting.

I would have laughed.

[She could get very, very sentimental right now. But that phantom pang in her side reminds her that she can't. That having Sam means...not having Sam.

So there are no remarks to the tune of "I wish we could spend more time together" or "I hate this sneaking around." Only an absent smile and a teasing:]

I think I got a little carried away on your neck.

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It's not quite Nick Cassavetes, but that's probably for the best.

[ He, apparently, is okay with some Soap Operas, but Sam has his limits.

At the mention, he reaches up and absently rubs the area in question before leaning to the side to admire it in the mirror. ]

Holy crap.

[ That's not going to be easy to hide. When he looks back down at her, he's a mix of surprise and impressed. ]

You work fast.