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: 2020-07-31 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.