Morgan & Sam | Thursday evening
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xp_logsMorgan's tired but she decides she wants to see Sam anyway. Unexpected naked, sex talk, brief talk of the relationship that could be and distraction by mouth follow.
Morgan was doing a really awful job of adjusting back to the eastern time zone. She was getting better, not waking up at midnight or two in the morning for the day. She was back to a four am wake up call from her body, which meant most days she was passing out so early that she hadn't really seen a whole lot of most people aside from the usual suspects she could track down before any classes began or soon after them. Morgan, however, was in the mood for company even if she was already dead tired. Not too long ago that would have brought her to Jean-Paul's suite, but as she'd decided that was no longer an option she headed for the other person whose lap she wanted to occupy.
While she had balance, and could even be graceful when need be, Morgan had definitely never been a waitress. She was sure there was some way they trained you so you could carry things and still accomplish tasks, perhaps like knocking on doors, without wearing everything. Lacking that training, Morgan was very careful when she knocked on Sam's door with two mugs in one hand and a container of fruit salad in the other. She was obviously dressed for bed in a pair of low-slung shorts and a fitted tank. With all that skin exposed she wasn't in the mood to spill the piping hot chocolaty contents of the mugs she'd made more for him than for herself.
Sam opened the door to his suite when he heard the knock. He wasn't used to company and assumed it was for Kurt until he saw his blue... well, not girlfriend. He gave her a big smile and took a mug to help her, stepping back for her to come in. "I didn't reckon you'd be dropping by at random... well, not now that I'm doing better... not that it's a bad thing." He paused, sighed, and put his big smile back on. "You look like you're in for bed."
A white eyebrow quirked and her eyes managed to look rather curious despite the solid red of them. Morgan stepped through the door but instead of moving past Sam she stopped in front of him and kissed him. It was the sort of friendly, affectionate kiss that was more familiar than they should have been, the sort that said hello and that was all. It was followed by a smile. "I'm not allowed to want to see you at random? 'Cause I made you hot chocolate and everything." She nodded toward the mug in his hand and then leaned her head toward the doorway. "But I could always go."
"No. I like having you come by. It's a good surprise." He smiled and shut the door behind her, taking a sip from his mug while he watched her over the rim. Sam thought the greeting kiss was a good sign and he used the mug to cover his happy smile a bit. "Thank you for the drink." He said as he pulled the mug back down from his lips.
"I brought fruit, too!" Morgan held it up and grinned at him. She said it the way most people would declare having brought ice cream or cheesecake. She didn't really eat sweets much but fruit she adored. Morgan raised an arm to hide her yawn behind, though. "Aye, definitely dressed for bed. And no picking on me for my total grandma hours I'm keeping. My body's all for adjusting to timezones on the other side of Greenwich Time, but not so much for rewinding back here. I might actually pass out within the hour." She shrugged as if to say what can you do about it? "But I wanted to see you."
"I'm glad I get to see you too." Sam smiled down to her in the way an adoring teenager would. "You're welcome to come in and make yourself at home. I'm not much one to stay up late either so I'll probably fall asleep not long after you do." He took the fruit for her as well, so he could follow as she decided where she wanted to sleep. He didn't want to make any suggestions because he didn't ever seem to get his ideas out right with her.
Morgan's eyes glanced around, flickering between the couch she'd never spent any time on and Sam's room where she definitely had spent time. The couch might be comfy, but his bed definitely was and she didn't think he'd really care one way or another. Morgan sipped her cocoa, which had a lot less chocolate in it than the one she'd let him take, and hooked a finger under the waist of his pants. She wasn't about being subtle or dancing around or making sure it was okay in some long drawn out way when she knew it would be. Morgan had wanted to curl up with him so she would, that was about all there was to it. Pulling Sam along with her finger's grasp on his pants, Morgan headed toward his room. After all, she wanted to hang out with Sam, not whoever it was he lived with as nice as she was sure they were.
With a laugh at the tugging, Sam followed. He wasn't much surprised by how Morgan was anymore. In fact, he enjoyed that she was direct and that he didn't have to try to offer things in just the right way. He sipped from his mug again and then, as they reached his bed, set it on the nightstand. "I'm going to have to change into some shorts." It was gentlemanly to warn her, since he hadn't been ready for bed like she was. He knew she'd decide how she wanted to approach his changing and he would be fine with her choice.
Her eyebrows went up at the fact he'd need to change, then they waggled and little and her eyes trailed downward, slowly combing over his body is a very objectifying way. The grin on her face suggested she was kidding about all that picturing him naked she seemed to have been doing. Well, mostly. She sipped from her mug again and sat on the edge of his bed, long legs crossing in a manner a bit too pristine to seem like she wasn't acting a part. "I suppose I could behave, not look, leave the room," Morgan sighed, sounding very put out. "But I'm going to mope about missing the view." She was grinning at him again. Truth be told, yeah, she'd enjoy the view, but she didn't want to give him the impression she was going to strip him naked and have her way with him tonight. That just wasn't the sort of person she was.
Sam didn't seem to mind Morgan's looking, other than a slight blush coming to his cheeks. "You don't have to leave, I was just letting you know so you could decide what you wanted to do." He stepped over to his dresser, getting a pair of shorts out to sleep in. He got the feeling that she wanted him to offer and so, without further ado, he began to change, pulling off his shirt. He never slept in shirts anyway, he'd had a nightmare about snakes once when he was young because a shirt he was in had rolled up against him.
Watching a guy change wasn't all that exciting, really. They walked around without shirts on all the time, couple that with shorts and you pretty much had the same view of a guy in his boxers. Morgan went about plucking an apple slice out of the fruit salad she'd brought, eyes only occasionally glancing over to roam over Sam's upper body. She sipped her hot chocolate, which Morgan was almost starting to like when it was made with so much less chocolate in it, and watched Sam from over the rim of her cup for a moment. "I think changing in front of me is the least proper thing you've ever done. But you're still so polite about it." She shook her head a bit, but her cheeks gave away the smile that was hidden by her mug.
"It's important to be a gentleman in the South." Had Sam kept his boxers on under the shorts he was changing in to then the show would have been entirely tame. He didn't layer like that, however, and so after he pants were off his boxers followed so that he could get into his sleeping shorts the way he preferred. Since this was very much a time where he would stutter and stumble if he spoke, he kept his responses direct and brief.
The full on show was definitely not something Morgan had anticipated. The guy blushed over the smallest things she said but he could manage to strip down to nothing in front of her. Damn. "Uh-huh, I bet," was the highly distracted sounding reply that Sam got from Morgan. She busied herself by focusing on her apple splice, diverting her eyes and biting into it with a crisp crunch while her face flushed a faint purple.
Once he was changed, Sam made his way over to the bed. He knew changing in front of her was a bit out of character but he trusted Morgan and, despite being proper and soft spoken, he wasn't a coward. "Small town life is very much about reputation." He said very factually as explanation. His blush this time lingered for a bit, though he was comforted by seeing hers as well.
"I grew up in Boston and by time I was old enough to even have a reputation everyone thought I was dead. I had a hell of a reputation, though. Best fantasy lay in the Boston metropolitan area." She shrugged, not really bothered by it. Sure, Morgan had her ghosts and indelible marks left on her from that period of her life, but she didn't feel wounded over it or like a victim. Not anymore.
The rest of her apple was popped into her mouth while Morgan set her mug down. Once her hands were free Morgan reached out to take his and pulled Sam down on his bed next to her, laying a kiss on his lips that tasted of the apple she'd just eaten. "You know, I've never really been an ass girl," she told him in a conspiratorial whisper, "but I might have to rethink that now." Her blush was still visible, but her teasing ebbed it back a little and Morgan smiled at him through the lower lip she'd trapped by her teeth.
"I was always teased for still being a virgin..." Sam was on track with talking about that with her until she laid a big kiss on him and complimented his butt. She got the blush she was likely looking for. "Why thank you." He said as best he could with her nibbling on his lower lip and he grinned. He nuzzled his nose to hers softly, sneaking a couple more kisses when he was released.
She was definitely distracted by the kisses but her sleepy brain caught up belatedly and realized what he said. Pulling back a little, her head tilted to the side and she raised a curious eyebrow. "'Was' as in past tense virgin or 'was' as in past tense teasing?" It wasn't something that was really going to matter, but it was something she wanted to know nonetheless. There were two kinds of virgin males, after all, and one kind wasn't the sort she wanted to be curling up with all night. Morgan doubted Sam was that sort of virgin, but it was best to not assume things.
"'Was' as in past tense for the teasing." He wasn't exactly ashamed about that bit of information but considering how old he was, and the teasing from the past, he was trusting her to not tease him about it. It was unavoidable, he felt. Sam looked into Morgan's eyes as he waited to see how she was going to react, she pulled back and made enough of a to do about it that he knew it was about to be important.
"Are we talking the kind of virgin who's fine with it or the kind of virgin who really wants to be rid of it?" There was nothing in her voice to suggest preference over his answer. In fact she spoke more quietly and the Irish undertones of her accent fell away to being barely audible. All she wanted was the truth and she trusted Sam to give that to her. Though, to make the point that his virginity wasn't a problem Vanessa took up his hand and laced their fingers together. She was watching their hands until she laid them in her lap and looked back up at his eyes.
He squeezed her hand softly, glad for the reassurance. "I'm fine with it. I'm usually busy and I like to take things at my own pace. I don't want to have sex just to do it. It should be important and something worth sharing... even though I'll probably be horrible." Sam said the last part with a big smile and laugh to try and lighten the mood a bit. Things had become very serious very quickly and he wanted to help fulfill Morgan's search for fun.
She nodded slowly as she processed the information. How did she end up deciding the only virgin over the age of twenty in the entire mansion was the person she wanted? "Yeah, it should be." There was a faint hint of regret in Vanessa's voice. While she had come to terms with her past she still occasionally mourned certain things she'd lost. In an attempt to lighten the mood as well she smirked at him and agreed, "Aye, and you'll like be pathetic. But it's effort that matters, really." She patted his hand reassuringly and painted a look of comforting maternal figure on her face. It didn't really work on Vanessa's face though and she could feel that.
Sobering a bit, Vanessa cleared her throat. "I've never slept with anyone because I wanted to. Or while in my own body except for the first time but I picked up the guy's mimic that time so it doesn't really count. And none of them have ever known my real name." She wasn't sure if Sam would pick up on the inference that she still wasn't using her real name, but she didn't mind if he did. Nessa hadn't ever told anyone any of that. The fact she'd not slept with anyone in nine years should have been obvious given her line of work, but people didn't tend to think about it much.
"Then I suppose we're more the same then someone would think." Sam clearly caught that she wasn't using her real name. He also didn't want to pry into it; she seemed to be the type that if she wanted to tell him or have sex with him in her own body then she'd let him know. He squeezed her hand again and wrapped an arm around her waist, settling in more. "I thought it was supposed to be size that mattered." He quipped teasingly.
Careful to not cause his arm to fall away from her waist, Vanessa shifted so that she was straddling Sam's lap. He was safe for reasons that had nothing to do with him being so damn polite. She knew he wasn't going to push things and she was sure he got the point that she didn't want to push them either. That meant she could play around and tease him mildly without worrying about how to stop it when it got too far. "Aye, that we are." The Irish came back in her voice only for that first word and then fell back again into her native accent. "And you shouldn't let them fool you." A finger traced a meandering line up Sam's body after following along the line across his stomach his shorts created. "Size is only going to count for so much if you can't keep a rhythm or figure out where the G-spot is. Or the supposedly elusive clit. Technique counts for a lot."
A big, bright grin formed when she straddled him. Sam hadn't been given treatment like this ever. "Well, I hope when I get around to it I have someone to show me the ropes and where all these hidden but important parts are." Even considering their conversation, he still kept a clean mouth. He just wasn't used to talking about sex outside of academia. "I'd hate to not be able to do my best just because I hadn't been shown."
"Lucky for you I'm a very good teacher." She bit her lip and Morgan laid several kisses up the side of his neck. "And I happen to be experienced in this department." Several more kisses mirrored the first set on the other side of his neck. "And I promise not to break you. Or push. But I don't promise to not try to make your head explode because I give really good head." She laughed because she knew there was likely going to be a blush following her words.
Morgan was very right, as much for the reason she thought as for a different one. "Does that mean you want to?" Sam wasn't sure if this was theoretical or if this was a real offer for him and when. It was hard to focus with her kissing, making him squirm a bit and laugh softly in enjoyment. Very tentatively the Southern Boy's hands slipped down from around her waist, dropping to her backside and cradling.
When his hands moved her arms looped around his shoulders loosely, wrists crossing behind him as her fingertips drew lazy little designs up and down his spine. "Want to? Mmm, yeah." She kissed him and made a very serious reminder to herself to not rock her hips considering her position. She wasn't out to tease him that badly. At least not yet. "Going to? Not yet." He got another kiss, this one lingering longer than the first. "Eventually? Mmm, as long as I come down on the positive side of 'am I capable of having this relationship,' uh-huh. Can't say how eventual that would be. I don't really take virginity lightly."
"I don't either." Sam paused and smiled, though he was still very serious. "But you're very special and I think, if you wanted to, we could have a good relationship." He didn't do much of anything with where his hands were, they just rested there. He took the kisses when he could, each making him smile more. He didn't seem bothered at all that she didn't want to do anything at the moment. He was honestly a bit nervous about getting into anything himself.
"You are ridiculously sweet. And I am ridiculously selfish. I shouldn't even be here starting anything if I'm not sure I'm going to continue it. It's not really fair and if I realize I can't then you get hurt and I don't want that." Her forehead leaned against his and Morgan slowly rubbed her nose against his affectionately. "But I want to be here with you." She gave him a light, soft kiss. "And you should probably tell me to leave so you don't go getting attached to a girl who doesn't even know if she's good enough to be with you."
He kissed back but gave her a frown at the last of that, not scolding but showing his reaction openly. "I get to decide if I think you're good enough for me. You get to decide if you think I'm good enough for you. That's how relationships are supposed to work." Sam didn't like when she put herself down. He thought the world of her and if she didn't date him because she didn't share his opinion then she'd be taking away his choice, which wouldn't be fair at all. "I want you here. I also think that relationships are about choosing to be together, not about just the opportunity to be, otherwise it's not really any sort of commitment." He had plenty of country analogies for relationships but he thought that might just get confusing.
"Can we not have this conversation right now? Some other time if you still want to I promise I will, but I'm so flippin' exhausted I just can't go down this path with you right now." Her fingers twirled and released locks of hair from around them as she spoke. "Mostly I'd rather just," her hands cupped his face and pulled Sam even closer until their lips met. "And just be with you," she whispered against his lips. "That's the whole reason I came. Just to be here with you." Morgan's hips wiggled a little from side to side to indicate where his hands were, "Like this."
"Just do me a favor and don't leave me out of the decision making, please." Sam replied sweetly, letting the topic drop from there. He moved right into laughing and smiling after their kiss, especially with her wiggle. He gave the lightest of squeezes. "Like this?" He wasn't exactly sure what she wanted but he was interested in finding out.
"Mmm, just," she kissed him, "like," then pushed him back down on the bed, "this," and kissed him again. Morgan paused for a moment and pulled back just enough to look at him. "Guess I should warn you that I'm moving out of the mansion in a few days, huh?" That would be the thing if they did the relationship thing wouldn't it? She'd have to tell him when she did things like take a job an hour away which involved having to move and the like.
Sam nodded, looking up to her. "Where are you going?" He didn't seem to worried about it, distance wasn't as big a deal for the flying speedster as it would be for others. In fact, she could probably move to Ireland and they'd be able to work out a visit schedule. He also didn't expect she was going to far off, since she was still considering a relationship with him.
"Just into the city." Morgan realized it wasn't as big a deal for Sam to get into the city as it would have been for some others. Still, it would have been pretty fucked if she took off, didn't tell him and he went looking for her in her suite one day only to find out from Laurie Morgan had moved out weeks ago. Assuming Laurie was still there at the time. "I took a job with Snow Valley. It's not like it's far, but I figured I should tell you." She smiled suddenly, warmly but it was tinged with mischief. "You know, before I went and got too distracted."
"I appreciate it." Morgan got a big, sweet, happy smile from Sam and he gave another tentative squeeze when she talked about getting distracted. Traveling into the city for him would be very easy and he was sure that she'd be back in the mansion often to see him and her other friends. At the moment his mind was much more focused on what she was planning to do. He sat up a little to press a couple soft kisses to her neck before laying back again.
Of course, hands and lips easily had her distracted again. Sam kept coming very close to a spot on her neck that made her shiver. Morgan wasn't entirely sure she wanted him to have that power yet. The answer, of course, was to turn the tables on him. After all, she liked reactions and the best way to get them was to find the spots that produced the best ones. Morgan nuzzled into the side of his neck and then nipped at a cord of muscle there. He may have been a skinny guy, but there was muscle to Sam. "Hmmm, here I have you all mostly unclothed and I'm not feeling that tired anymore. How ever will I pass the time?" The words were mused quietly, much of the volume swallowed by the skin she spoke into as Morgan kissed and licked a line down the side of his neck to Sam's collarbone.
Sam looked up to her expectantly with a small smile, as if he didn't know what she was going to do to pass the time. He wasn't adventurous enough to move his hands yet but he was getting there. Morgan had him feeling more relaxed and comfortable than he had been before and that was very reassuring, even if she was biting spots that made him curl up and shiver.
Morgan made note of every action and spot that got a reaction out of Sam. She'd need that information later. Not tonight later, but eventually later. Smiling to herself, she moved lower, her lips mapping out her path. Maybe she'd end up tired enough to sleep again by time her curiosity was sated. It wasn't likely but she could pretend.
Morgan was doing a really awful job of adjusting back to the eastern time zone. She was getting better, not waking up at midnight or two in the morning for the day. She was back to a four am wake up call from her body, which meant most days she was passing out so early that she hadn't really seen a whole lot of most people aside from the usual suspects she could track down before any classes began or soon after them. Morgan, however, was in the mood for company even if she was already dead tired. Not too long ago that would have brought her to Jean-Paul's suite, but as she'd decided that was no longer an option she headed for the other person whose lap she wanted to occupy.
While she had balance, and could even be graceful when need be, Morgan had definitely never been a waitress. She was sure there was some way they trained you so you could carry things and still accomplish tasks, perhaps like knocking on doors, without wearing everything. Lacking that training, Morgan was very careful when she knocked on Sam's door with two mugs in one hand and a container of fruit salad in the other. She was obviously dressed for bed in a pair of low-slung shorts and a fitted tank. With all that skin exposed she wasn't in the mood to spill the piping hot chocolaty contents of the mugs she'd made more for him than for herself.
Sam opened the door to his suite when he heard the knock. He wasn't used to company and assumed it was for Kurt until he saw his blue... well, not girlfriend. He gave her a big smile and took a mug to help her, stepping back for her to come in. "I didn't reckon you'd be dropping by at random... well, not now that I'm doing better... not that it's a bad thing." He paused, sighed, and put his big smile back on. "You look like you're in for bed."
A white eyebrow quirked and her eyes managed to look rather curious despite the solid red of them. Morgan stepped through the door but instead of moving past Sam she stopped in front of him and kissed him. It was the sort of friendly, affectionate kiss that was more familiar than they should have been, the sort that said hello and that was all. It was followed by a smile. "I'm not allowed to want to see you at random? 'Cause I made you hot chocolate and everything." She nodded toward the mug in his hand and then leaned her head toward the doorway. "But I could always go."
"No. I like having you come by. It's a good surprise." He smiled and shut the door behind her, taking a sip from his mug while he watched her over the rim. Sam thought the greeting kiss was a good sign and he used the mug to cover his happy smile a bit. "Thank you for the drink." He said as he pulled the mug back down from his lips.
"I brought fruit, too!" Morgan held it up and grinned at him. She said it the way most people would declare having brought ice cream or cheesecake. She didn't really eat sweets much but fruit she adored. Morgan raised an arm to hide her yawn behind, though. "Aye, definitely dressed for bed. And no picking on me for my total grandma hours I'm keeping. My body's all for adjusting to timezones on the other side of Greenwich Time, but not so much for rewinding back here. I might actually pass out within the hour." She shrugged as if to say what can you do about it? "But I wanted to see you."
"I'm glad I get to see you too." Sam smiled down to her in the way an adoring teenager would. "You're welcome to come in and make yourself at home. I'm not much one to stay up late either so I'll probably fall asleep not long after you do." He took the fruit for her as well, so he could follow as she decided where she wanted to sleep. He didn't want to make any suggestions because he didn't ever seem to get his ideas out right with her.
Morgan's eyes glanced around, flickering between the couch she'd never spent any time on and Sam's room where she definitely had spent time. The couch might be comfy, but his bed definitely was and she didn't think he'd really care one way or another. Morgan sipped her cocoa, which had a lot less chocolate in it than the one she'd let him take, and hooked a finger under the waist of his pants. She wasn't about being subtle or dancing around or making sure it was okay in some long drawn out way when she knew it would be. Morgan had wanted to curl up with him so she would, that was about all there was to it. Pulling Sam along with her finger's grasp on his pants, Morgan headed toward his room. After all, she wanted to hang out with Sam, not whoever it was he lived with as nice as she was sure they were.
With a laugh at the tugging, Sam followed. He wasn't much surprised by how Morgan was anymore. In fact, he enjoyed that she was direct and that he didn't have to try to offer things in just the right way. He sipped from his mug again and then, as they reached his bed, set it on the nightstand. "I'm going to have to change into some shorts." It was gentlemanly to warn her, since he hadn't been ready for bed like she was. He knew she'd decide how she wanted to approach his changing and he would be fine with her choice.
Her eyebrows went up at the fact he'd need to change, then they waggled and little and her eyes trailed downward, slowly combing over his body is a very objectifying way. The grin on her face suggested she was kidding about all that picturing him naked she seemed to have been doing. Well, mostly. She sipped from her mug again and sat on the edge of his bed, long legs crossing in a manner a bit too pristine to seem like she wasn't acting a part. "I suppose I could behave, not look, leave the room," Morgan sighed, sounding very put out. "But I'm going to mope about missing the view." She was grinning at him again. Truth be told, yeah, she'd enjoy the view, but she didn't want to give him the impression she was going to strip him naked and have her way with him tonight. That just wasn't the sort of person she was.
Sam didn't seem to mind Morgan's looking, other than a slight blush coming to his cheeks. "You don't have to leave, I was just letting you know so you could decide what you wanted to do." He stepped over to his dresser, getting a pair of shorts out to sleep in. He got the feeling that she wanted him to offer and so, without further ado, he began to change, pulling off his shirt. He never slept in shirts anyway, he'd had a nightmare about snakes once when he was young because a shirt he was in had rolled up against him.
Watching a guy change wasn't all that exciting, really. They walked around without shirts on all the time, couple that with shorts and you pretty much had the same view of a guy in his boxers. Morgan went about plucking an apple slice out of the fruit salad she'd brought, eyes only occasionally glancing over to roam over Sam's upper body. She sipped her hot chocolate, which Morgan was almost starting to like when it was made with so much less chocolate in it, and watched Sam from over the rim of her cup for a moment. "I think changing in front of me is the least proper thing you've ever done. But you're still so polite about it." She shook her head a bit, but her cheeks gave away the smile that was hidden by her mug.
"It's important to be a gentleman in the South." Had Sam kept his boxers on under the shorts he was changing in to then the show would have been entirely tame. He didn't layer like that, however, and so after he pants were off his boxers followed so that he could get into his sleeping shorts the way he preferred. Since this was very much a time where he would stutter and stumble if he spoke, he kept his responses direct and brief.
The full on show was definitely not something Morgan had anticipated. The guy blushed over the smallest things she said but he could manage to strip down to nothing in front of her. Damn. "Uh-huh, I bet," was the highly distracted sounding reply that Sam got from Morgan. She busied herself by focusing on her apple splice, diverting her eyes and biting into it with a crisp crunch while her face flushed a faint purple.
Once he was changed, Sam made his way over to the bed. He knew changing in front of her was a bit out of character but he trusted Morgan and, despite being proper and soft spoken, he wasn't a coward. "Small town life is very much about reputation." He said very factually as explanation. His blush this time lingered for a bit, though he was comforted by seeing hers as well.
"I grew up in Boston and by time I was old enough to even have a reputation everyone thought I was dead. I had a hell of a reputation, though. Best fantasy lay in the Boston metropolitan area." She shrugged, not really bothered by it. Sure, Morgan had her ghosts and indelible marks left on her from that period of her life, but she didn't feel wounded over it or like a victim. Not anymore.
The rest of her apple was popped into her mouth while Morgan set her mug down. Once her hands were free Morgan reached out to take his and pulled Sam down on his bed next to her, laying a kiss on his lips that tasted of the apple she'd just eaten. "You know, I've never really been an ass girl," she told him in a conspiratorial whisper, "but I might have to rethink that now." Her blush was still visible, but her teasing ebbed it back a little and Morgan smiled at him through the lower lip she'd trapped by her teeth.
"I was always teased for still being a virgin..." Sam was on track with talking about that with her until she laid a big kiss on him and complimented his butt. She got the blush she was likely looking for. "Why thank you." He said as best he could with her nibbling on his lower lip and he grinned. He nuzzled his nose to hers softly, sneaking a couple more kisses when he was released.
She was definitely distracted by the kisses but her sleepy brain caught up belatedly and realized what he said. Pulling back a little, her head tilted to the side and she raised a curious eyebrow. "'Was' as in past tense virgin or 'was' as in past tense teasing?" It wasn't something that was really going to matter, but it was something she wanted to know nonetheless. There were two kinds of virgin males, after all, and one kind wasn't the sort she wanted to be curling up with all night. Morgan doubted Sam was that sort of virgin, but it was best to not assume things.
"'Was' as in past tense for the teasing." He wasn't exactly ashamed about that bit of information but considering how old he was, and the teasing from the past, he was trusting her to not tease him about it. It was unavoidable, he felt. Sam looked into Morgan's eyes as he waited to see how she was going to react, she pulled back and made enough of a to do about it that he knew it was about to be important.
"Are we talking the kind of virgin who's fine with it or the kind of virgin who really wants to be rid of it?" There was nothing in her voice to suggest preference over his answer. In fact she spoke more quietly and the Irish undertones of her accent fell away to being barely audible. All she wanted was the truth and she trusted Sam to give that to her. Though, to make the point that his virginity wasn't a problem Vanessa took up his hand and laced their fingers together. She was watching their hands until she laid them in her lap and looked back up at his eyes.
He squeezed her hand softly, glad for the reassurance. "I'm fine with it. I'm usually busy and I like to take things at my own pace. I don't want to have sex just to do it. It should be important and something worth sharing... even though I'll probably be horrible." Sam said the last part with a big smile and laugh to try and lighten the mood a bit. Things had become very serious very quickly and he wanted to help fulfill Morgan's search for fun.
She nodded slowly as she processed the information. How did she end up deciding the only virgin over the age of twenty in the entire mansion was the person she wanted? "Yeah, it should be." There was a faint hint of regret in Vanessa's voice. While she had come to terms with her past she still occasionally mourned certain things she'd lost. In an attempt to lighten the mood as well she smirked at him and agreed, "Aye, and you'll like be pathetic. But it's effort that matters, really." She patted his hand reassuringly and painted a look of comforting maternal figure on her face. It didn't really work on Vanessa's face though and she could feel that.
Sobering a bit, Vanessa cleared her throat. "I've never slept with anyone because I wanted to. Or while in my own body except for the first time but I picked up the guy's mimic that time so it doesn't really count. And none of them have ever known my real name." She wasn't sure if Sam would pick up on the inference that she still wasn't using her real name, but she didn't mind if he did. Nessa hadn't ever told anyone any of that. The fact she'd not slept with anyone in nine years should have been obvious given her line of work, but people didn't tend to think about it much.
"Then I suppose we're more the same then someone would think." Sam clearly caught that she wasn't using her real name. He also didn't want to pry into it; she seemed to be the type that if she wanted to tell him or have sex with him in her own body then she'd let him know. He squeezed her hand again and wrapped an arm around her waist, settling in more. "I thought it was supposed to be size that mattered." He quipped teasingly.
Careful to not cause his arm to fall away from her waist, Vanessa shifted so that she was straddling Sam's lap. He was safe for reasons that had nothing to do with him being so damn polite. She knew he wasn't going to push things and she was sure he got the point that she didn't want to push them either. That meant she could play around and tease him mildly without worrying about how to stop it when it got too far. "Aye, that we are." The Irish came back in her voice only for that first word and then fell back again into her native accent. "And you shouldn't let them fool you." A finger traced a meandering line up Sam's body after following along the line across his stomach his shorts created. "Size is only going to count for so much if you can't keep a rhythm or figure out where the G-spot is. Or the supposedly elusive clit. Technique counts for a lot."
A big, bright grin formed when she straddled him. Sam hadn't been given treatment like this ever. "Well, I hope when I get around to it I have someone to show me the ropes and where all these hidden but important parts are." Even considering their conversation, he still kept a clean mouth. He just wasn't used to talking about sex outside of academia. "I'd hate to not be able to do my best just because I hadn't been shown."
"Lucky for you I'm a very good teacher." She bit her lip and Morgan laid several kisses up the side of his neck. "And I happen to be experienced in this department." Several more kisses mirrored the first set on the other side of his neck. "And I promise not to break you. Or push. But I don't promise to not try to make your head explode because I give really good head." She laughed because she knew there was likely going to be a blush following her words.
Morgan was very right, as much for the reason she thought as for a different one. "Does that mean you want to?" Sam wasn't sure if this was theoretical or if this was a real offer for him and when. It was hard to focus with her kissing, making him squirm a bit and laugh softly in enjoyment. Very tentatively the Southern Boy's hands slipped down from around her waist, dropping to her backside and cradling.
When his hands moved her arms looped around his shoulders loosely, wrists crossing behind him as her fingertips drew lazy little designs up and down his spine. "Want to? Mmm, yeah." She kissed him and made a very serious reminder to herself to not rock her hips considering her position. She wasn't out to tease him that badly. At least not yet. "Going to? Not yet." He got another kiss, this one lingering longer than the first. "Eventually? Mmm, as long as I come down on the positive side of 'am I capable of having this relationship,' uh-huh. Can't say how eventual that would be. I don't really take virginity lightly."
"I don't either." Sam paused and smiled, though he was still very serious. "But you're very special and I think, if you wanted to, we could have a good relationship." He didn't do much of anything with where his hands were, they just rested there. He took the kisses when he could, each making him smile more. He didn't seem bothered at all that she didn't want to do anything at the moment. He was honestly a bit nervous about getting into anything himself.
"You are ridiculously sweet. And I am ridiculously selfish. I shouldn't even be here starting anything if I'm not sure I'm going to continue it. It's not really fair and if I realize I can't then you get hurt and I don't want that." Her forehead leaned against his and Morgan slowly rubbed her nose against his affectionately. "But I want to be here with you." She gave him a light, soft kiss. "And you should probably tell me to leave so you don't go getting attached to a girl who doesn't even know if she's good enough to be with you."
He kissed back but gave her a frown at the last of that, not scolding but showing his reaction openly. "I get to decide if I think you're good enough for me. You get to decide if you think I'm good enough for you. That's how relationships are supposed to work." Sam didn't like when she put herself down. He thought the world of her and if she didn't date him because she didn't share his opinion then she'd be taking away his choice, which wouldn't be fair at all. "I want you here. I also think that relationships are about choosing to be together, not about just the opportunity to be, otherwise it's not really any sort of commitment." He had plenty of country analogies for relationships but he thought that might just get confusing.
"Can we not have this conversation right now? Some other time if you still want to I promise I will, but I'm so flippin' exhausted I just can't go down this path with you right now." Her fingers twirled and released locks of hair from around them as she spoke. "Mostly I'd rather just," her hands cupped his face and pulled Sam even closer until their lips met. "And just be with you," she whispered against his lips. "That's the whole reason I came. Just to be here with you." Morgan's hips wiggled a little from side to side to indicate where his hands were, "Like this."
"Just do me a favor and don't leave me out of the decision making, please." Sam replied sweetly, letting the topic drop from there. He moved right into laughing and smiling after their kiss, especially with her wiggle. He gave the lightest of squeezes. "Like this?" He wasn't exactly sure what she wanted but he was interested in finding out.
"Mmm, just," she kissed him, "like," then pushed him back down on the bed, "this," and kissed him again. Morgan paused for a moment and pulled back just enough to look at him. "Guess I should warn you that I'm moving out of the mansion in a few days, huh?" That would be the thing if they did the relationship thing wouldn't it? She'd have to tell him when she did things like take a job an hour away which involved having to move and the like.
Sam nodded, looking up to her. "Where are you going?" He didn't seem to worried about it, distance wasn't as big a deal for the flying speedster as it would be for others. In fact, she could probably move to Ireland and they'd be able to work out a visit schedule. He also didn't expect she was going to far off, since she was still considering a relationship with him.
"Just into the city." Morgan realized it wasn't as big a deal for Sam to get into the city as it would have been for some others. Still, it would have been pretty fucked if she took off, didn't tell him and he went looking for her in her suite one day only to find out from Laurie Morgan had moved out weeks ago. Assuming Laurie was still there at the time. "I took a job with Snow Valley. It's not like it's far, but I figured I should tell you." She smiled suddenly, warmly but it was tinged with mischief. "You know, before I went and got too distracted."
"I appreciate it." Morgan got a big, sweet, happy smile from Sam and he gave another tentative squeeze when she talked about getting distracted. Traveling into the city for him would be very easy and he was sure that she'd be back in the mansion often to see him and her other friends. At the moment his mind was much more focused on what she was planning to do. He sat up a little to press a couple soft kisses to her neck before laying back again.
Of course, hands and lips easily had her distracted again. Sam kept coming very close to a spot on her neck that made her shiver. Morgan wasn't entirely sure she wanted him to have that power yet. The answer, of course, was to turn the tables on him. After all, she liked reactions and the best way to get them was to find the spots that produced the best ones. Morgan nuzzled into the side of his neck and then nipped at a cord of muscle there. He may have been a skinny guy, but there was muscle to Sam. "Hmmm, here I have you all mostly unclothed and I'm not feeling that tired anymore. How ever will I pass the time?" The words were mused quietly, much of the volume swallowed by the skin she spoke into as Morgan kissed and licked a line down the side of his neck to Sam's collarbone.
Sam looked up to her expectantly with a small smile, as if he didn't know what she was going to do to pass the time. He wasn't adventurous enough to move his hands yet but he was getting there. Morgan had him feeling more relaxed and comfortable than he had been before and that was very reassuring, even if she was biting spots that made him curl up and shiver.
Morgan made note of every action and spot that got a reaction out of Sam. She'd need that information later. Not tonight later, but eventually later. Smiling to herself, she moved lower, her lips mapping out her path. Maybe she'd end up tired enough to sleep again by time her curiosity was sated. It wasn't likely but she could pretend.
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Date: 2009-02-06 04:06 am (UTC)(and as Sam's former player, I maybe am enjoying this a bit vicariously. Shuttup.)
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Date: 2009-02-06 04:08 am (UTC)(Is she vicariously involved with Sam and Sam-that-was, then?)
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Date: 2009-02-06 04:20 am (UTC)(re: also, a-dur)
(also also, my kryptonite)
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Date: 2009-02-06 04:23 am (UTC)(which kryptonite? boobies?)
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Date: 2009-02-06 04:26 am (UTC)(Do I have another kryptonite?)
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Date: 2009-02-06 04:28 am (UTC)(Well it was possible.)
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Date: 2009-02-06 04:29 am (UTC)(I guess...)
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