Room 328, Friday Morning

[likethegun]

There was some serious reluctance on Sam's part when it came time to get up in the morning. He'd woken up in the middle of the night after having a nightmare (the generic creepy kind that faded as soon as he woke up, thankfully), and at some point, he'd twisted the wrong way in his sleep, and now his back was killing him. Between that and the realization that everyone had to go to the cabins that evening, spending some quality time curled up with Dawn seemed like the best option he had.

[For the girlfriend! NWS!]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn snuggled back against Sam. She was about halfway awake, but in no rush to get the rest of the way there. Because, well, Sam snuggles.

[likethegun]

Sam smirked and leaned in a little closer, kissing a soft line along Dawn's neck. Since he was right there and all.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn felt the kisses and wasn't convinced it wasn't a dream, but, hey, she was willing to go with it. She moved her hair out of the way and sighed, "Sam..."

[likethegun]

There was something about the way Dawn sighed his name that made Sam's blood rush every time she did it. He kept going on his trail of kisses, letting his hand wander down her side as he did so.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"If this is a dream, I'm gonna be ticked," she murmured, doing some exploring of her own and smoothing her fingers down Sam's back.

[likethegun]

Sam laughed against her skin. "Do you have dreams like this a lot?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn opened her eyes and smiled at Sam. Yay, not a dream! He didn't talk as much there, and there was generally more kissing, "Not so much anymore, but for a while? Yeah."

[likethegun]

Sam shifted a little, moving over Dawn to get almost on top of her as he continued exploring with his hands. "Oh? I assume they're all good dreams, yeah?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Not as good as this," she admitted, adjusting herself so she was comfortable under him. There was a little wiggling and Dawn had closed her eyes again, enjoying the sensations from Sam's movements. She really did love his hands, "and they were pretty vague in spots. I think you should refresh my memory."

[likethegun]

"I think I might be able to do that," Sam said quietly, smirking as he got a bit more into nibbling than kissing for the moment. "What's the most vague?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

It took her a moment to answer, mostly because there was a concentration issue. She opened her eyes and glanced over at Sam, tracing her hands downwards, "Well, for a while, it was anything below the waist..."

[likethegun]

"Hmm, I can see how that might have slipped your mind," he said, bringing his hands down to her hips, pausing for just a moment before sliding the fingers of one hand over her thigh.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I have memory issues," she told him, shifting her leg so he could explore as he wanted to, while reaching around and rubbing her thumbs over his hipbones, scratching lightly with her nails.

[likethegun]

"I'd better help you refresh your memory then," Sam said, pushing unnecessary fabric out of the way as he slipped his hand between her legs. "If you keep having memory issues, I might have to keep reminding you over and over again."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn gasped. "That--that's not a," another quick breath, and she grasped onto his hips as she felt his fingers, "that's not a reason for me to remember things."

[likethegun]

"Well, I don't know if I want you to remember on your own. Then I wouldn't be able to help you." He brushed his fingers over the spots that he remembered, particularly the ones that made Dawn gasp in the past.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Nothing wrong with your memory," she said, breathily, her eyes almost crossing. She let go of Sam and clenched the sheet in her fingers instead. "God, Sam."

[likethegun]

Sam didn't say anything at all this time, perfectly content to just listen to the sounds Dawn was making as he pushed a little deeper, and stroked a little faster.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Her breathing hitched and she squirmed under Sam's touch, trying not to make too much noise, but geez, and he liked the noise and his fingers hit just the right spots and..."Sam!"