Morgan & Sam | Backdated Tuesday

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Morgan hijacks Sam and drags him along in an attempt to find new and interesting ways to expend energy. With ice.

Done with classes for the day, Morgan was considering heading to the gym. She had her usual excess of energy built up making her restless and she didn't feel like hopping in the pool. It was too damn cold out to go running or consider the archery range, a fact which made her pout in a most childlike manner every time she thought of it. On her way to the stairs so she could go up to her suite to change and check on her sick suitemate she glanced down one of the classroom hallways only to spot a familiar blonde head walking away from her. With a look of mischief in her eyes and in her smirk, Morgan turned abruptly and headed down the hall after him. She moved silently, with each step carefully measured so that she didn't give herself away until her arms slipped suddenly around his waist and pulled Sam back toward her. "Oi, you, where do you think you're running off to?" She didn't laugh but it hung there at the edges of her words which were followed by a kiss to the back of his neck.

With a jump of surprise and a little laugh Sam turned around and laid a soft, sweet kiss directly onto Morgan's lips. "No where now. I've been ambushed and caught so I suppose I should ask you what I'm doing for the rest of the day." She was a very good excuse for him to not work as much as he had been and he needed a reason to become more of a normal person.

The kiss made her grin. It was silly how very easy it was, she thought, for a kiss to make her happy but his did. Mentally she gave Sam points because his kiss earned an entirely different sort of smile from her than the ones Jean-Paul got for his affectionate kisses. "Oh, well, you see, I've a lot of energy I need to expend," she told him, her voice so thick with innuendo that it made it quite difficult to imagine she was thinking about doing anything other than dragging him off and getting his clothes off. A mischievous little smile replaced her earlier grin. "And I've been looking for someone," she continued suggestively before her tone took a sharp turn toward playful, "crazy enough to go ice skating with me." Morgan gave him her best wide-eyed look of innocence as she finished speaking.

Sam laughed softly at her teasing delay and what she wanted to do. "I'm so awkward on the ice, like a fish out of water." It never got cold enough in Kentucky for the ice to freeze all the way through to be safe for skating. It wasn't really one of his hobbies otherwise.

"Good, then I won't have to feel bad about dragging you down with me when I fall on my ass." Morgan gave him a grin that only pulled up from the right corner of her mouth. "I haven't been since I was thirteen so I get the feeling I'm going to 'bond with the ice' kind of a lot."

"If that's what you want then I'll go fall with you and get all cold." He hooked his arm in hers, ending up looking more like he was escorting her. "But if I start turning blue then we'll have to call it a night." Sam grinned back to her. He liked her smile and how it was so genuine.

"I hear body heat's a brilliant way to keep warm." She looked at him from the corner of her eye and waggled her eyebrows at him. Clearly Morgan was feeling full of mischief. "Or, you know, you could just wear warm clothes. Just a thought. Just no doing that fire thing you do because if you break the ice and I end up in the water I'll be damn fucking cranky."

"I'll definitely be careful to keep you from getting cranky." Only Sam's blush responded to her body heat comment. He found it was best to not say anything or he'd just stutter and feel silly. He didn't want to do that at the moment, though Morgan did seem to enjoy it quite a bit most times.

She bumped his hip with hers as they walked down the hall and contained the pout that wanted to develop from him not responding. Though, she was considering the perks of body heat after they were both too cold, and likely bruised, to want to stay out on the ice any longer. "Reckon the lake's smooth enough to skate on?" Not that she owned ice skates so that was still a hurdle to jump.

"I'm not really sure. We can go find out together though. If we dress warm I'll even fly us down there if you're feeling brave." He said it teasingly, actually a really good flier but the speed had a tendency to scare and it was quite cold out. He knew she'd take any challenge though.

"Are you challenging my bravery?" She arched an eyebrow up at him. The comment reeked of being bait. Morgan was biting anyway, though.

The lake wasn't really that workable, what with not having the perks of a Zamboni to shave it down to glassy smoothness. The pair had ended up at an outdoor rink in town and the entire time they were in the air Morgan clung to Sam. She'd certainly taken him up on the challenge and found out he was fully capable of managing to fly with her attached to him in a somewhat koala-like manner. Flying, however, it seemed was not nearly as hazardous as the two of them on ice skates was. Morgan had gotten halfway around the loop of ice before she'd moved too fast and ended up flat on her ass on the ice. "Ow."

Sam was pulled down with her, trying not to land directly on her as he hit the ice. "I don't think we're quite amazing at this." He said it with a laugh as he looked at her, squeezing her hand affectionately. "We'll have to do hot chocolate and other warm things when we get back or this might be the last time I ever go out."

Morgan didn't bother getting up but instead shuffled over closer to Sam so she could curl up next to him on the ice. "Do these 'other warm things' involve things like lots of contact and blankets? Because if they involve you under blankets with me I might be inclined to fall even more often than usual just to get you to curl up in a bed or on a couch with me. Preferably on a couch." She didn't explain why on a couch was the preference but it had to do with less area and therefore more bodily contact being involved.

"You don't need an excuse to do that. Just need to ask." He gave her a big, sweet grin and carefully got to his feet. Although still wobbly he held his hand out to help her up. "I'm always glad to spend time with you." Sam was a very genuine guy and he was more so with her, if that was possible.

"Mmm, but I like excuses!" Morgan stared at the hand as if she was sure it was going to bite. The likelihood of her pulling him back down in her effort to get up was pretty high. She took the hand anyway. Her first attempt to stand up didn't go very far, she just ended up back on the ground again. A second try did get her up on her feet, though. "Whose brilliant idea was this anyway?"

When Morgan managed to get up Sam had to wrap her in his arms to keep them both standing. He kissed her neck softly as he stood behind her. "I think this one was yours. I reckon it was because you like me to be awkward and embarrassed." He spoke with a little laugh.

"Mmmhm." She nodded rather absently as she leaned back against him a little. Morgan's eyes fell shut and she leaned her head back until it rested on Sam's shoulder. She was taking a quiet moment to revel in the very simple feeling of being held like this. Though she didn't move she did eventually mutter, "I love when you're awkward and embarrassed. It's adorable." Her head turned and back arched so she could kiss him without dislodging him.

Sam kissed back sweetly. "Too bad I'm not adorable all the time." He said in a playful tone, "Then you wouldn't always have to find new ways to make me blush." He kept his arms around her waist and stayed close behind her gladly. He found himself looking forward to the rest of the day as much as enjoying the moment. He hadn't been able to do either in quite a while.

"Yeah," she affected a somewhat disappointed tone. "That's a real bitch. Can't have everything though and I've got to work with what I've got." Morgan grinned and then followed all that teasing with another kiss. Very, very slowly and carefully she turned within the circle of his arms and wrapped her own arms around his shoulders when she had accomplished the movement without falling. Little kids were zooming past them and giving them that look that kids got on their faces when adults were being "mushy."

"Think we can attempt the movement thing again?" Morgan didn't look like she actually wanted to move at all. Because of that she tacked onto the question, "Especially if there's a promise of serious non-movement to follow later?"

"We can try but I think we'll end up back on the ice." Sam was a bit wary of falling again and being cold. He also didn't want to let her go. "Unless you just want to say we're already cold and fly back." He gave her a little smirk, though he reddened a bit at his own suggestion of dropping pretense and just going back to cuddle.

Morgan bit her lip and her eyes shifted from one corner to the other and then back again. "But see then we'd have to lie about making an honest effort if anyone asked." She avoided the point of who would ever bother to ask since she was sure no one would. Hell, no one really knew they were doing the sort of together thing in the first place. That was entirely beside the point, anyway. The point was...well, she was still figuring out what the point was. "Not giving up on me already, are you?"

"Of course not. We can stay out as long as you want or until I turn blue." He shot back with a sweet vulnerability to it. He didn't mind letting her have control and decide what they would do. She seemed to know what she wanted most times and he appreciated that. in fact, he found it very attractive.

"You'd be cute blue." Morgan smiled and kissed his nose which was reddening in the cold. She drew away from Sam slowly, partially because she was strangely comfortable in the circle of his arms and partially because she was likely to fall on her ass again if she moved too quickly. As her hand fell down from his shoulders Morgan caught his hand and started to attempt to skate again. A small prayer was said on behalf of her ass and how much it didn't want to be bruised.

"Not as cute as you are, I'd think." Sam squeezed her hand as he tried to skate carefully as well. He didn't bruise too easily but that wasn't any reason to test his luck. He tried to keep them close to the wall in case they needed to steady themselves, also so that if they wanted to go they'd be more near the exit.

"It's true," she told him with a serious tone and a sage nod. "I set a high standard. It's hard to live up to. Not everyone can be this cute." Morgan sounded playful and even a little sarcastic. She didn't really put herself in the cute category. She found the term slightly too childish in a way unless it wasn't being used in a strictly serious way. It was okay for playful joking and teasing but beyond that it didn't work. Kids were cute. Puppies were cute. People in their mid-twenties were not cute. They were occasionally adorable, but they weren't cute.

Sam laughed a bit at her joking but after a few moments it was hard for him to keep from shivering a little. He had dressed warmly, enough so even for flying, but something about the ice sucked the heat straight from him. "At least we'll all have something to aspire to." He fired back playfully. He never second guessed using cute to describe her, or any of the other words he used for that matter.

"Well I'm aspiring to remember how to skate. Why's it only riding a bike that you can pick up like nothing? Anything else goes to shit after a few years of non-participation." Morgan frowned at the thought. Her eyes closed to slits so she could concentrate on her body and how it was moving. She needed to focus and cutting out most of her visual field helped with that. Sam's shivering, however, went down his arm and with her focusing on her own body she could feel his shiver from the hand she held.

One eye cracked open and looked at the man beside her. "Are you really that cold already?" The tip of her own nose was likely a bright purple from the cold but she was mostly going numb to it. Plus, movement helped.

"It's a little chilly. I don't think it's just me, either." He quickly and playfully kissed the tip of her nose. "You're starting to turn colors yourself." Despite being cold he still pressed on. He could tell she was dedicated to remembering how to skate and he didn't want to hold her back from what she wanted to do. He began to concentrate a bit more on the skating and less on her as well, squeezing her hand to bring her along.

Her nose wrinkled a little from the slight tickling of the kiss. "But there's endurable cold and then there's 'dear God, I can't feel my toes!' cold," she pointed out. She was counting on him to not be an idiot and to say when he really was cold to the point of becoming miserable. Since he hadn't asked to go she went back to her focused efforts. Morgan would swear that part of the problem was the stupid skates. Why did they give girls figure skating skates? Those stupid spiky bits were annoying. As a kid she'd learned to skate on ice hockey skates. She'd even been really good at racing the boys. Stopping had always been an issue, though. Usually little Vanessa had just crashed into the wall of the rink to stop or waited for momentum to run out until she was slow enough to step off the ice.

"I think the skates might be causing the numbness, not the cold." It was his only response, he didn't want to distract her. Sam wasn't going to stay out until he froze to death but he was a bit more concerned about Morgan. He wasn't sure how serious a purple nose was for her and he didn't want her to get so focused she forgot to take care of herself. He liked to think that was why he kept interrupting her skating and bringing her back to reality.

The purple nose wasn't any more serious than a pink or red nose on a normal colored person, really. Morgan turned purple when she blushed as well, not that Sam had seen her that one time. "I won't hold it against you if you want to get off the ice," she told him. "You can sit on the side and stare at my ass." Morgan gave him a mischievous smirk. It wasn't a very Vanessa thing to say at all, but it was a very Morgan thing to say.

"I was hoping that if I stayed tough and stuck it out I'd get better staring opportunities when we went back." He wasn't one to curse really, though he didn't seem to mind that Morgan was. He was pretty adept about making it seem natural to avoid the cussing, actually. He smirked back to her happily, the cold helping to cover any blush he had in response. "Wait, no. I'm supposed to say..." He thought for a moment. "What would make you hold it against me." He raised an eyebrow, the delivery being far more cheesy than even the usual use would be. He couldn't stop smirking, either.

She laughed and a hand was slapped over her forehead. "Slick. Real slick. Remind me to teach you to have some game some time there, waffles." She used the nickname on purpose. Calling a guy waffles really did undermine any and all masculinity he might try to assert. Waffles was just not a manly name. If he thought about it Sam might eventually become kind of offended and wonder what it said about her view of him. "Staring opportunities aren't going to be as good when we get back anyway," she pointed out. "'Cause you won't get me far enough away for you to get anything good enough to stare at." She grinned and let go of his hand as she skated away, picking up speed and moving more smoothly than she had thus far.

Sam laughed and actually did take the opportunity to look. He tried to follow as well but ended up being much more shaky on his skates than she was. There was a good, sincere effort but before long she had pulled far away. He enjoyed solo skating for a bit, catching glimpses of her here and there, then he carefully went back to his boots, sat, and took off the skates.

Morgan had planned to gain on him until she was able to grab hold of him again from behind, but before she could he was retiring from the ice. Well, if he couldn't hang then he couldn't, but she had energy to expel so Morgan stayed on the ice, slowly regaining some semblance of adequacy. It wasn't like riding a bike, but it was familiar enough to pick up a bit at least.

While she practiced, Sam slipped off for a moment. When he came back he stood at the edge of the rink with a smile and two steaming cups. He didn't step off because he was tired or cold, in his mind; he wanted to give her the chance to really practice without worrying about him so he got them hot chocolate in the meantime. He watched as she became more comfortable and when she went by he smiled appreciatively. "Doing well!"

Morgan had noticed Sam disappear. She thought it was a little odd given that he was usually excessively polite, but she ultimately shrugged and set her attention back on the task at hand. Her body was relearning the movement of skating and luckily she had decent balance so it went fairly well. A couple times she ended up sprawled out on the ice from pushing herself farther than she was capable of handling. Speed was against her. So were those stupid spiky things which got in the way when one was used to hockey skates. Of course, when she heard Sam say something from the sidelines she was surprised he'd returned. Craning her neck over her shoulder to look at him in some sort of gesture of acknowledgment, Morgan just ended up on the ice again.

Sam cringed when she fell again, looking to make sure she got up and she was alright, still holding on to her cup for her. He wanted to call out and check on her but he knew from experience he could be over bearing. Instead he was content to practice giving people room and showing his trust. He enjoyed the opportunity to watch her and enjoy the moment. His toes had even started to regain a little feeling now that they were out of the skates.

Morgan did manage to get up just fine, but her ass was definitely going to be sore after the next time she swore. She went around the loop of ice the rest of the way instead of backtracking and stopped in front of Sam. She was rubbing at her backside when she did. "It's a good thing I said no relationship, 'cause I think I'm dating the ice now. Or at least bits of me are." Her nose wrinkled but it was obvious her mood wasn't brought down by the fact that the ice and herself had bonded more than she would have liked in the manner they had. "We need a rule about how there's no surprising me when I've sharp metal things visible whether they're skates on my feet or knives in my hands. Suppose if I've got them stuck in me or sticking out the other side it wouldn't matter none though."

With a little frown he held out her cup of hot chocolate. "Yeah, I probably should have said something. You were just all focused and I wanted to get you something for a reward because I knew you weren't going to stop until you got it." Sam knew that he rubbed the wrong way on people sometimes. In fact, he did on his siblings most of the time; he just couldn't help it. Things backfired on him, probably because he was better with books than people.

"Until I got what I wanted to until I got a reward," she asked with an amused tone and a smile to match it. Accepting the cup, Morgan blew into it to cool the steaming liquid a bit before sipping it. She wasn't really a huge fan of chocolate, but it was warm and she could endure it. Sam could find out that little fact later. Preferably when he hadn't just gone and done something sweet for her which involved chocolate. He received a light kiss on the lips and a whispered, "Thank you. It's very sweet."

She got a light kiss in return and a smile. "You're welcome." Sam had his boots on already so he offered his arm to help steady Morgan while she walked with a hot drink on awkward skates. She definitely didn't need to fall again while holding that.

Morgan sighed as she walked carefully along with Sam to her own boots. "Next time I should really manage to work most of my energy out first. Too much energy and I just get impatient with not moving faster. Hence my ass and the ice having gotten to like second base." Her tone had an edge of sarcasm and flatness to it that could have been mistaken for annoyance rather easily. Only her body language suggested differently.

"If you just wanted to go fast you could have asked. I'm the fastest around." Sam's statement didn't sound like a joke at all; in fact, it wasn't. He wasn't one to be vain about things but, of all the things he had to be proud of, his speed was his vice. He loved being fast. "No...wait..." He thought for a moment. "If you wanted to get to second base you could have asked." The line delivered horribly but with a big, sweet grin.

"Sweets, when I want to get to second base I won't be bothered to ask." Morgan returned the big, sweet grin and affected an innocent expression which held far more than her tone had. She'd said it playfully enough, but she's meant every word. Morgan thought if you wanted something and that something involved someone else, well what was the point in asking for permission if you already knew you had it?

Sam laughed softly at her response, not having anything in reply other then a slight blush. He sipped from his drink and sat next to her when she changed back into her normal footwear. "If you're still high energy I could take a bit on the flight back and we could do some sight seeing."

"But that only expends your energy," she pointed out with a poke to his side. "All I do is cling for dear life and hope I don't end up plummeting to the ground. Which, for the record, I've done enough to not have it on my list of stuff to do anymore." Morgan finished tying her boot and then stood back up, sipping her hot chocolate dutifully. "Besides, I've seen the city."

"Back to the Mansion then, I suppose." Sam stood with her and smiled. He pushed a little nagging voice into the back of his head. He was afraid he was boring and plain to someone like Morgan, who was so exciting and complex. Maybe that's why he didn't have much experience with women, he was always told that mystery and depth was appealing. Well, told by the television, at least.

There was an acute feeling of relief that Sam didn't hand her some cheesy line about how she'd never seen it the way he saw it or from the sky or whatever. Some guys would have gone with the stupid chick flick line. He got points for not. She did make a mental note that she was likely going to be taken at face value for anything she said to him unless it was really obvious she was kidding. Sarcasm, it was possible, could be lost on him at times in the name of giving her what she wanted. "There are worse places to end up. Nebraska, for one." Morgan grinned at him and stretched.

"Have you been there?" He asked curiously, heading out with her once they were ready. "I haven't really been many places but here and Kentucky for more than just a few days." Sam wasn't much for lines, not real ones anyway. As she had pointed out earlier, he was gameless, even of the worst kind.

She nodded. "Aye, and it's fucking dull as shit. You should only send people to Nebraska if they're really rotten and you really can't stand 'em. Otherwise the punishment doesn't fit the crime." It was possible that was only her experience of Nebraska, but Morgan refused to believe that.

"I don't imagine I'll be taking too many trips there. To drop people off or visit myself." Sam said to her with a smile and a laugh as they headed to turn in their skates and fly back to the mansion for the rest of the evening. "I don't punish people too often, being a history teacher and all." He gently slipped his fingers into hers as they walked, wanting to hold her hand for a moment before they were off. He didn't know how to feel about Morgan all the time but he knew how to feel at the moment.