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In which Alison goes looking for Sam, and a handsome fair-haired stranger helps her find him.

Tuesday evening

With a faint smile, Alison pads silently down the hallway, absently tucking one stand of hair behind her ear as she nears the door. Humming under her breath, she raises her hand to knock lightly, and then leans n the doorframe, waiting for someone to answer.

Grinning, Sam opens the door. "What c'n I do for you, Missy?" He winks, one hand still on the doorknob.

Alison chuckles at his appearance, shaking her head. He's one-upped her shorts and camisole, by only wearing only cut-offs - and no shirt at all. "Well," she drawls, looking up at him through lowered lashes, the tip of her tongue peeking through her teeth as she pretends to think out her answer. "There's this man I know, and I'm missing him something fierce..." She trailed off, giving him a woeful look.

"Oh, really? I reckon I could maybe help you find 'im...wassee look like, darlin'? Where'dja last see 'im?" Sam lets his accent get insanely pronounced, and smiles with lopsided charm as his eyes twinkle at Alison.

Eyes dancing in delight, she leans forward a bit, laying a hand on his arm and giving him a doe-eyed gaze. "Well, he's about so high," she stretches out her arm to match his height, and then continues in a feathery voice, "and has blond hair and the bluest eyes you ever did see." Sidling closer, she gives him a coy look, picking up on his accent slightly. "Pretty darn good looking fellah he is, too. You wouldn't have happened to see him by any chance?" She steps even closer, biting her lip as she bats her eyes at him innocently.

Hardly able to hide his throaty laugh, Sam snickers, chucking Alison under the chin with his finger. "Gosh darn it, ah could'a swore ah sawed 'im pass by, but ah ain't real sure...dunno, Miss... guess me an' you'd better go on and check in here, huh?" He gestures towards his room with a thumb, shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Why golly, sir. That'd be right kind of you," she purrs, slipping fully into a Southern lilt, aglow with mischief. "There's so few people willin' to help out a lady in need these days - why, it's a right comfort to know ah can rely on someone like you," the last word thrums with laughter as she leans into him, chuckling.

Wrapping his arms around Alison, Sam lets himself dissolve in laughter, pulling her inside the door and shutting it behind her. "I'm sorry...I can't..." he gasps between barks, trying to breathe and talk and laugh all at the same time.

Giving in and laughing uncontrollably, unable to even say anything at all, Alison manages to nod while leaning into his embrace. Fun! She reaches to fix the strap of her camisole which keeps sliding off her shoulder as she laughs, not even bothering with trying to calm herself down.

Sam hugs her tightly, picking her up in his arms as they both laugh, and carries her to the bed, sitting her down and taking his place next to her. As his chuckles die down to a manageable level, he plants a soft kiss on her lips, then another, and another. "I think maybe we found him..."

"Mmmm," she murmurs against his lips smugly, "fancy we have." She kisses him back, a faint chuckle escaping her momentarily before something else takes the place of the previous merriment. With a faint sigh of contentment she closes her eyes, arms loosely wrapped around his neck as she slides closer to him.

"This seems like a...common...activity...for us...these days..." His sentence is broken up by quick, teasing kisses and nips at Alison's bottom lip, and his voice is deep and hushed. Smiling against her cheek, he murmurs, "Not that I mind."

Chuckling under her breath she impulsively leans into him, nipping at his collarbone lightly before quite simply nestling into his shoulder, one hand sliding down to trace the hollow of his neck. She takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly before shifting again, looking up at him lazily, wordlessly. Reaching up she traces his lips with her fingers, before kissing the side of his mouth lightly.

Nuzzling Alison's cheek for a moment, Sam feels a sudden wave of tenderness pass over him. He has a soft smile on his face, and just looks into her eyes for a long moment. Resting his forehead against hers, and taking one of her hands in both of his, he whispers, "I love you, Alison Blaire." At that, he kisses her deeply and passionately, his tenderness replaced by desire, his tongue seeking hers frenetically.

Hand cradling his cheek Alison smiles in wonder, both at his words, and the emotion in his eyes as he says them. Any response she might have made is stilled as he draws her tightly to him however, and she responds to his kiss with equal fervour, thoughts dissolving to make way to pure sensations and emotions.