That's definitely the most important thing. She'll always get a little jealous and sad that so much time had passed for him. She comforts herself with the fact (hope) that they'll be able to make up for that lost time. Straightforward is one of his favorite qualities about her, right? She ponders his question, her fingers twining in his hair and trailing along his neck and jawline. "Backwards," she finally says, snuggling closer to him.
For the next few days at least, all his time is hers. The best thing he can
hope to do is make up for lost time. Yes. It's right up there with that
blonde hair of hers that first helped him notice her. He doesn't realize it
but he leans his head closer to hers. It's cute how she ponders his
question, a turn on when she leaves tingles to follow behind the trail of
her fingertips. "I recall us having a picnic. You stole most of the fries.
But then we came back here and things got a little uhm." His eyes appear
more green than blue. "Hot in here. I remember you did the same thing you
highlighted on page 173." No one ever accused Sam of being a romance
novelist, but he throws his arm around her.
She knows he didn't want to be away from her as long as he was so there's no real blame, just regret and jealousy. Those both will be soothed by time spent together. Subconsicously (and maybe a little consciously) she'll want to ensure she's the last person to have kissed or touched every inch of him. He might not realize it, but she notices the way he leans his head closer to her. His memory has her smiling fondly. "I prefer to think of it as you didn't bring enough fries to share," she teases then hums appreciatively. "Yes. Post picnic made up for the not enough fries. Page 173 is a good page. Just wait until you find page 254." She slides one hand just underneath the hem of his shirt to rest against his skin. "What's the last thing you remember from....back there." At one time she would have called it home, but home is here now.
Yes, being next to her again is very soothing. It takes him no time at all
to realize just how much he's missed her when the memories of his time as
an eighteen year old take a backseat to the few more years he's lived on
the road. He might not realize how close his head leans towards her, but
he's every bit aware that his hands won't rest on one spot and must
explore. A little part of him is still checking that all this is real. Her
smile definitely helps bring him into the day. "Right, uh, of course. Next
time I can leave it up to you?" he motions to her with his chin, teasing
but offering to let her be in charge of that next time. He flashes her a
little teeth behind a curious twinkle of the eye. "What's on page 254?" The
next bit of freetime he has will definitely go to catching up on his
reading, but that is neither here nor there. Her hand is cool against his
skin and his eyes move to follow where her hand goes before his fingers
move to unbutton his shirt, starting from the bottom. He pauses about
midway to think about what the last thing was. "Driving, I guess. South
Dakota to look into a potential vampire nest." So he believes.
She'll make it her mission to make certain he's relaxed and happy so he can slip back into the life they've got here. Those roaming hands certainly don't go unnoticed. She stretches a little beside him so that there's plenty of access for his hands. She slides one leg over his leg, hooking her knee behind his legs to keep them close while his hands are exploring. "You plan the dates, I'll bring the food?" she suggests, though he's got to know that if she's bringing the food, it'll be mostly fries and milkshakes plus a side salad in deference to his health consciousness. "That's for me to know and you to find out." Her fingers walk along the edge of his waistband, slipping across his hipbone and following the slice of skin he exposes by unbuttoning his shirt. Sh hums a little. "South Dakota. I'm not sure I've ever been there."
She's good to have a mission with him in mind. His mission is to make sure
she knows that he's not slipping away from her every time he returns home
and comes back -- see: The Kissing Booth for more on that romantic
sentiment. His hands do what they always do when she invites him to
explore freely eventually till they find the bottom hem of the shirt. He
knows exactly what she is doing. It's working. "What if I bring the food
for a change? You plan the date." The offer is genuine but also teasing.
Fries and milkshake aren't so bad but lately that sort of diet hasn't felt
right. "In other words, we should put this on hold so I can read and find
out?" Of course they're not putting anything on hold. Her fingers along his
waistband see to that. He just wants to see her riled up a little in the
same way his skin feels hotter where her fingers trace along his skin. He
manages a nod. "I'm not sure it ever counts if it's a business trip. We
can't change that. But we can think about the places we haven't visited
here."
She'll always worry that one day he'll return and no longer love her; either too much time will have passed or he'll fall in love with someone else that is on the watch list. Fortunately for him (both of them) she'd been settled in to actually sleep a little and she's not wearing anything underneath his shirt (and it should be noted it's his shirt that she's wearing and not one of the ones the younger him collected). Good. She's worry if it weren't working. She hums a little and regards him from with a half lidded gaze. "Alright, but you know I'm not as good at the romantic things as you are," she warns. She arches a bit into his touch, a physical protest at the idea of putting this on hold. "Are you kidding? I'm not letting you leave this room for at least 72 hours. There are snacks in the fridge and you've got plenty of time to read." They are definitely not putting anything on hold. Her hand climbs higher beneath his shirt, inching toward the tattoo on his chest, knowing it's still broken (she can feel that much in her bones) but needing to check anyway. One hand rests over his heart as her other hand creeps up to make short work of the remaining buttons on his shirt. "We'll make a list tomorrow," she offers. "Pick a vacation house and stay in it a few days," she suggests. Yes, a part of her wishes they could visit everywhere together, but she's happy enough with their life here that it's all she really wants, even if they're stuck in one place for the rest of their lives; they're stuck in one place together and that's what really matters.
He'll always come back and it will be like no time has passed and like
falling in love with her all over again. Right now, the difference between
his shirt having buttons and his shirt not does not find his focus. It's
obvious nothing else is underneath the token she's taken from him. It's
more obvious that he thinks she would look better with it off when hands
slide the material off her shoulders. He shrugs at her warning. "How bad
can you be at it?" In all honesty, he hopes it will give her a chance to do
what she thinks is romantic. Sometimes Sam feels like he is second guessing
himself when it comes to his ideas. His hands wander to her breasts as an
apology for the suggestion to put things on a hold. Of course he never
meant it. His smile grows wider at her 'offer.' "Is that a promise? I have
to warn you that for 72 hours I will need more than snacks." If she
catches his drift. Her hands distract him from his thought the second her
fingertips find their way to his tattoo and his eyes look down to check if
it's still broken as well. The number of times he can recall it being
broken by demons and repaired can't be counted on both his hands but thus
it surprises as well as comforts him to see it unchanged. "South Dakota is
known for its Black Hills National Forest. I'm up to have a little
imagination if you are." He would give her the world if he could, but will
settle for their piece of backyard whichever way she wants to explore it.
What really matters to him is that she is happy with that.
Well, she was sleeping with him. She might have had nothing on at all. Ruby is all too happy to let him slide the shirt off her shoulders, slipping it off to lie in a pile underneath her. She hums a little at his question. In all honesty, she's not bad at it, just a little unconventional and a bit awkward. There was the time he'd walked into their bedroom to scattered daisies rather than rose petals. "I guess we'll see soon," she teases. He's done well so far; he ought to trust his instincts. She gasps softly, distracted from the conversation for a moment. His words remind her that they are still having a conversation and she tilts her head up, lips pressing against his quickly before she nips his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking on it then breaking the kiss. "I've come well prepared. I'm like a sexy boy scout," she assures him.
She slides her hands up across the width of his shoulders, slipping his shirt off as well. After all, fair is fair and she's more naked than he is. "That sounds promising. I think a camping trip is in our near future." They can pretend it's the Black HIlls National forest. He's back; he loves her. She's estatic with that.
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Date: 2020-07-24 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-24 03:39 am (UTC)For the next few days at least, all his time is hers. The best thing he can hope to do is make up for lost time. Yes. It's right up there with that blonde hair of hers that first helped him notice her. He doesn't realize it but he leans his head closer to hers. It's cute how she ponders his question, a turn on when she leaves tingles to follow behind the trail of her fingertips. "I recall us having a picnic. You stole most of the fries. But then we came back here and things got a little uhm." His eyes appear more green than blue. "Hot in here. I remember you did the same thing you highlighted on page 173." No one ever accused Sam of being a romance novelist, but he throws his arm around her.
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Date: 2020-07-25 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-29 03:04 am (UTC)Yes, being next to her again is very soothing. It takes him no time at all to realize just how much he's missed her when the memories of his time as an eighteen year old take a backseat to the few more years he's lived on the road. He might not realize how close his head leans towards her, but he's every bit aware that his hands won't rest on one spot and must explore. A little part of him is still checking that all this is real. Her smile definitely helps bring him into the day. "Right, uh, of course. Next time I can leave it up to you?" he motions to her with his chin, teasing but offering to let her be in charge of that next time. He flashes her a little teeth behind a curious twinkle of the eye. "What's on page 254?" The next bit of freetime he has will definitely go to catching up on his reading, but that is neither here nor there. Her hand is cool against his skin and his eyes move to follow where her hand goes before his fingers move to unbutton his shirt, starting from the bottom. He pauses about midway to think about what the last thing was. "Driving, I guess. South Dakota to look into a potential vampire nest." So he believes.
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Date: 2020-07-31 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-31 03:55 am (UTC)She's good to have a mission with him in mind. His mission is to make sure she knows that he's not slipping away from her every time he returns home and comes back -- see: The Kissing Booth for more on that romantic sentiment. His hands do what they always do when she invites him to explore freely eventually till they find the bottom hem of the shirt. He knows exactly what she is doing. It's working. "What if I bring the food for a change? You plan the date." The offer is genuine but also teasing. Fries and milkshake aren't so bad but lately that sort of diet hasn't felt right. "In other words, we should put this on hold so I can read and find out?" Of course they're not putting anything on hold. Her fingers along his waistband see to that. He just wants to see her riled up a little in the same way his skin feels hotter where her fingers trace along his skin. He manages a nod. "I'm not sure it ever counts if it's a business trip. We can't change that. But we can think about the places we haven't visited here."
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Date: 2020-08-01 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-04 04:37 am (UTC)He'll always come back and it will be like no time has passed and like falling in love with her all over again. Right now, the difference between his shirt having buttons and his shirt not does not find his focus. It's obvious nothing else is underneath the token she's taken from him. It's more obvious that he thinks she would look better with it off when hands slide the material off her shoulders. He shrugs at her warning. "How bad can you be at it?" In all honesty, he hopes it will give her a chance to do what she thinks is romantic. Sometimes Sam feels like he is second guessing himself when it comes to his ideas. His hands wander to her breasts as an apology for the suggestion to put things on a hold. Of course he never meant it. His smile grows wider at her 'offer.' "Is that a promise? I have to warn you that for 72 hours I will need more than snacks." If she catches his drift. Her hands distract him from his thought the second her fingertips find their way to his tattoo and his eyes look down to check if it's still broken as well. The number of times he can recall it being broken by demons and repaired can't be counted on both his hands but thus it surprises as well as comforts him to see it unchanged. "South Dakota is known for its Black Hills National Forest. I'm up to have a little imagination if you are." He would give her the world if he could, but will settle for their piece of backyard whichever way she wants to explore it. What really matters to him is that she is happy with that.
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Date: 2020-08-05 01:58 am (UTC)She slides her hands up across the width of his shoulders, slipping his shirt off as well. After all, fair is fair and she's more naked than he is. "That sounds promising. I think a camping trip is in our near future." They can pretend it's the Black HIlls National forest. He's back; he loves her. She's estatic with that.