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[dust_of_life]

[She moves a lot underneath him, until she finally arches her back and moans, before falling back on the bed, completely out of breath and half-giggling against his lips.

Blame it on endorphins, Sammy. She's not laughing at you.

Which should become readily apparent as she takes his face in her hands and kisses him soundly.]

[runsaway]

[ He likes that laugh and he's more than happy to devour it when she brings him in for a kiss. He smiles against her lips, moving his hand away and reaching over the side of the bed to wipe it along the bottom of the sheets. (They're going to need to be washed, anyway.) ]

[dust_of_life]

[The kiss is long and deep. But when it ends, it's abruptly, Fatima pulling away to look at his face between her hands.]

We are crazy people. You know that?

[runsaway]

[ Sam gives a low huff, but the small smile on his lips doesn't fade for once. ]

"Crazy" is probably one of the nicer ways to put it.

[dust_of_life]

[She slides her knee along the side of his leg.]

Sam, I wouldn't want to be crazy any other way than with you.

[runsaway]

[ He runs his hands up and down her sides, not moving his face away from hers. ]

Be careful what you wish for.

[dust_of_life]

I don't like wishing for things. I see. I want. I take.

Which, in retrospect, probably explains the teenage kleptomania phase.

[She's not even kidding, Sammy.]

[runsaway]

[ It might also explain how they got together in the first place, but he's not complaining. ]

You know, that doesn't surprise me.

[dust_of_life]

Clearly, I'm gonna have to work harder to keep you guessing.

[She rubs her nose against his.]

Don't want you getting bored with me.

[runsaway]

Don't think that's going to be a problem.

[ Really, Fatima is fairly good at keeping Sam on his toes. ]

[dust_of_life]

Good answer.

[She sinks back down against the pillows with a pleased, sleepy smile.]

I don't think so either.

[runsaway]

[ Somewhat reluctantly, Sam moves to her side again on the bed that still feels much too small for the both of them. ]

Don't let me keep you up.

[dust_of_life]

Don't want to sleep. Don't want this day to end.

[Still, she rolls onto her side, leaning her back against him.]

[runsaway]

[ He wraps his arm around her, kissing the back of her head. He didn't really want to inconvenience her roommates, but leaving right now isn't something he'd like to do. ]

You're going to need to sleep.

[dust_of_life]

Of course. I'm only human.

[She sets her palm over the back of his hand, her thumb lightly playing against his fingertips.]

Sleeping isn't the problem. It's the waking up that's a bitch.

[runsaway]

[ He kisses her again before settling his nose in her hair. ]

Not if you have a reason to.

[dust_of_life]

Okay.

[She shifts her weight, snuggling back against him a little more.]

Give me a reason.

[runsaway]

Hmmm...

[ There are a few piles of promises he could offer, but knows better than that. ]

Raincheck for tomorrow night?

[dust_of_life]

[Oh, it's a good thing she's facing away from him. Because the grin that splits her face is embarrassingly big.]

That'll do.

[runsaway]

[ He doesn't need to see it, he can hear it in her voice and it's just what he wants to hear. ]

Good.

[dust_of_life]

[She's quiet a moment, just enjoying the heat and the weight of his body beside her. It's almost peaceful enough to fall asleep.

Until...]

Sam...

[runsaway]

[ He doesn't fall asleep that quickly, not even close, but it's still a calm moment he can enjoy. ]

Yeah?

[dust_of_life]

[She bites down on her lower lip for a second, torn between several emotions, before she says:]

This isn't my bed.

[runsaway]

...

[ WELP. It may be now, Fatima. ]

...You just noticed that?

[dust_of_life]

[She looks back over her shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow.]

I was a little distracted.