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talktogirlsHe knew the night they had shared together had not been a dream, but even so when he woke up from his slumber, he had the urge to run his hands over on the closest thing just to have that connection. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he saw Ruby staring at him and smiled sleepily.
"Morning!" he said. He didn't want to cheapen the moment by saying one of the million of other things that crossed mind.
"Morning!" he said. He didn't want to cheapen the moment by saying one of the million of other things that crossed mind.
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Date: 2023-11-26 08:32 pm (UTC)Once he takes her hand and she pulls him to a standing position, she goes up on tiptoe to kiss him. "Morning."
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Date: 2023-11-30 03:48 am (UTC)He turns in the direction of her voice. "How could you tell?" What he really means to ask is where did she go. Sam rubs the sleep from his eyes - the both of them had stayed up late - then accepts her help out of bed. Fully nude. "Sure. I like pancakes. I, uh, should probably eat a whole stack then." Meaning last night was amazing for him too. He gives her a flustered look.
Sam returns her kiss by cupping her face and leans down into it. He feels warm to have more confirmation that none of it was just another dream. It was all real. He doesn't consider where his clothes are until Ruby beckons him to the door. He follows like a lost puppy after slipping on his boxer-briefs. He's surprised to find Ruby already set up in the kitchen. The smell of bacon hits his nose first which causes his stomach to growl. In this lifetime, he finds bacon enjoyable because he doesn't experience diner food on the regular.
"Thank you for making breakfast." He takes a plate then waits for Ruby to sit first. He pulls her chair out for her.
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Date: 2023-12-01 12:17 am (UTC)The kiss just makes her want to abandon breakfast even more. Everything is very real, and they'll confirm that later. It's an act of willpower on her part that she continues to beckon to the kitchen. His stomach growling reinforces that she made the right decision.
"I figured I couldn't hold you hostage naked in bed unless I was also willing to feed you," she teases him. She flips the bacon then slides one pancake onto the plate. She prepares another pancake on the griddle then slathers the plated pancake with butter. "I'll have a stack ready soon."
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Date: 2023-12-08 07:16 pm (UTC)He breaths in then out, listens to what she means about his breathing. Though he can't quite hear himself the same way she can. Moving on, he notices her eyes rack him over and, with some of the confidence he had gained last night, he doesn't feel he should rush to put his clothes back on. He doesn't make it any more awkward by pointing it out either. The most embarrassment that shows itself is the small smile that he looks away to cover. The burning smell of bacon surely would alert them to the kitchen.
Breakfast will only serve to make her patience and his, by default, all the more impactful.
"I appreciate that." He rubs the side of his neck as it does feel that he is handicapped by his need for sustenance. It hasn't escaped his notice that his shirt was now hanging for dear life on her shoulders. For the ninth time already, he couldn't help think she was cute in his tee. He asks her if she needs any help but otherwise sits where he is so he can't be clumsy or in her way. "I could stare at you all day," he blurts out.
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Date: 2023-12-11 09:14 pm (UTC)True.
She's used to him needing food and she's better at making sure he's fed in this life than she was in the first. She prefers his shirts to her own clothes most of the time, particularly when they smell like him. She shakes her head and points him to the coffee so he can get some for himself if he wants. He knows where the creamer is in the fridge as well as the mugs. "I'd tell you to find a better view," she teases while she flips pancakes, "but then I'd miss you looking at me."
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Date: 2023-12-20 07:27 pm (UTC)It's warm in her house and no other else is watching so he is confident to stay as it is. If it's any sign that he is choosing to stay confident, it's when he combs his hair back out of his eyes into something that almost looks cow licked. Cute but messy.
Time and reincarnation has certainly flipped the scenario around. At one point, he used to enjoy making her try new things as a way to spend some precious time with her. Now, he sometimes still is caught off guard with how she knows exactly what he wanted before he knew wanted it. And when. Their lives are in sync that he falls in love with more every second of every day. He wore that shirt all day yesterday so his scent is all over it. He considers the coffee and eventually stands up to get some because of her earlier promise: the one about holding him hostage in bed. He was looking forward to it. He fishes out his favorite from the cupboard. Nothing in particular was special about it but it was the one she offered to him the first time he ever visited her place. He pours in a heavy dose of creamer as he didn't like his coffee fully black. He turns his eyes back to her mid way through. "Good thing...I don't have anywhere to go right away yet either."
He could be there all weekend if it worked out that way. At least once he told his parents where he was staying and how long.
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Date: 2023-12-21 10:54 pm (UTC)He'll still make her try new things: for example, they'll be going to prom together. In their other lives, they often got involved in rebuilding a world and then having the twins. This time, they get to focus a little more on themselves. She does have the advantage on him right now and she is going to enjoy it. He doesn't know it yet, but she's keeping the shirt. It'll become what she wears around the house. The coffee was a good choice. She doesn't like her coffee black either unless she's got no other choice so there's a variety of creamers to choose from. "I wouldn't let you anyway. Hostage, remember?" she teases.
She hopes it works out that way. They might leave the house to do some grocery shopping for dinner, or they might just order delivery. Speaking of his parents, "you should probably send your mom a text and let her know that you're alive." She hasn't eaten him up. Yet.
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Date: 2024-01-01 01:30 am (UTC)He sneaks looks every so often back at her. It isn't the first time he's caught her eyes on him or vice versa. Sexy is a good word to attach to what it is he thinks of her in his shirt.
Absolutely. He still needs to ask her to prom but he will in due time. It's just a matter of waiting for it to be closer in time. In many ways, this lifetime they share, whether he ever remembers it or not, is their repayment for their deeds. Any other person with such an advantage over him would make him feel more awkward. Though he trusts Ruby and always feels like he can be himself. The shirt is hers for as long as she wants it. He finds the creamers and chooses one at random. In time he might find one he prefers above all others but like other things, he's in a period of discovery. He nods at the gentle reminder. "Right. What're the expectations of being a hostage?" He smiles down at his feet, playing along.
He knows how she doesn't like the hustle and bustle of a typical grocery story, also keenly aware it would take away from their time alone, so he would opt for delivery if given the choice. He agrees with her and looks around for his phone. He remembers he left it upstairs where the layers of their clothes had fallen last night. He points in the direction of the hall. "You're right. I need to get my phone. I'll be right back." It doesn't take him long to retrieve it and return to the kitchen after he bounces back a few texts between his mom and himself. By then, he can see Ruby has finished cooking and plated something for him, hot and ready. He lingers over the plate and takes a deep breath in. "Smells good. Thank you for making this."
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Date: 2024-01-03 12:52 am (UTC)Even after all of these years, she picks and chooses when to be around people. Delivery is the perfect option for both takeout and groceries. When she does choose to go to the store, it's usually very early in the morning when most people are asleep. While Sam texts with his mother, Ruby plates the pancakes and sausage then slides it in front of him with a small bottle of maple syrup. "You're welcome." She puts one pancake on her own plate along with a piece of sausage and sits down next to him. She's got a cup of tea as well.
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Date: 2024-01-04 03:37 am (UTC)As for his preferences already, tea and honey go well together. He'd never turn down milk or juice either. Some might rightfully assume his taste buds might never fully adjust to coffee. He's fortunate not to have the stress that comes with being a hunter that requires coffee to be a staple in his life this time around. "You want the truth?" He's going to tell her either way but waits for some indication to lay it out there. "I've been waiting a long time for you to say that." Some of his dreams prior to being of age were very suggestive.
All it would suggest if she were to go get groceries for him early in the morning is that she cares about his well being as much as he does hers. It would confirm that she's always loved him. He always felt like she did. His mother texts him back almost instantaneously and they text back and forth a few more times before he sets the phone aside. His plate is in front of him and he looks up with a twinkle in his eyes to express thanks once more to Ruby. The sausage proves irresistible to him and he cuts a piece to have a bite of first. He turns to her when she sits besides him and chews while expressing a reasonable and measured amount of pleasure. Before long half his plate is devoured. "I have an idea. You should let me cook for you tonight. Just name it." If it's too complicated, he might feel a little bad for changing the deal, but they could do it together.
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Date: 2024-01-05 12:40 am (UTC)She's loved him even longer than he knows. It's good to see him eating and enjoying it. Thus far, Ruby hasn't cooked much for anyone in a long time. That's likely to change a bit with Sam living with her. She's equally as happy to have him take over the cooking. "Cheeseburgers and fries," she suggests. They're relatively easy to do. "We can even use the grill on the patio for the burgers if you like."
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Date: 2024-01-08 12:32 am (UTC)Eventually, he will have long hours at the hospital when he reaches his student doctor years, but also will decide to start his own practice when the time is right shortly after. There seems to be a lot of options just as effective as coffee but not as healthy. Tea is a good option. "You're one of the only people I tell everything to." He turns much more red than as second ago with her devilish smile. He tells her a little bit about the last dream he had and how it's connected but also being honest that it might also just be what he thinks about on a daily basis.
He could get used to her cooking for him because there's love in it. Likewise, he's appreciative of it. Only seems fair to repay the favor in love. She must be going easy on him when she could have named any Polish dish, but burgers and fries he knows anybody can do. "Oh, yeah? And what toppings? Ketchup I know is a must, but should we get pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, bacon... I feel like I'm missing something." He pauses. "Right, I know. That ugly potato farm can deliver a bag of massive potatoes so we can make giant fries." He'd been meaning to suggest that for a while.
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Date: 2024-01-08 11:31 pm (UTC)It's really the only reason she cooks at all these days: love. She's definitely going easy on him because she understands what he's trying to do. They'll have other days where she teaches him to cook all of those Polish dishes. She ponders his question a moment. "Red onion and bacon," she suggests. "Giant fries sound perfect. We could do garlic and truffle on them to make them special if you like."
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Date: 2024-01-09 03:25 am (UTC)He feels the heat in his face grow as she gets close enough to talk in his ear, but holds it together relatively well. His eyes search hers to assess just how serious she is. "I think you said something like that in one of them too." Take that as she will, but it is not a no. He describes a little more in turn not resisting the urge to respond to her wicked eyes with him wetting his bottom lip and coming inches closer to her face so his lips touch hers.
If she'd like, she could also give him the recipes to practice with. Of course he will want to be there to make each one with her as that's quality time for them. Half the ingredients she listed are ones they're able to get at the farm as well, which makes him smile. He makes a mental note to stop at the grocery store for bacon, though. He tries not to give a slight raised eyebrow at the mention of truffle. He's more curious than anything, if she'd like to explain.
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:04 am (UTC)"I've got truffle oil here. I think you'll like it. It's an umami flavor. It compliments the potatoes, butter, and garlic and makes the fries special." And if they're going to get dressed to go out in public, she thinks there ought to be a very good reason.
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Date: 2024-01-10 02:06 am (UTC)He wouldn't be scared away if she were to be a little more aggressive at any point, but her restraint certainly lets him figure out for himself how far he wants to take things. He might not realize it right now but yes, sharing his dreams with her so easily does equate to him feeling safe enough to discuss his own deepest desires. He had a certain amount of upper body strength in his dreams to lift her up into his lap, but right there he wasn't so confident he could while on the stool. Instead his legs dip to the sides to let her close. His hands slide across her back to press her a little bit closer, his long fingers snag against or dip under the fabric of her (his) shirt. It's entirely by accident at first but becomes more explorative quickly. He doesn't want to be the one to break the kiss first but he sucks her bottom lip gently as he pulls back to catch his breath.
"Sounds perfect. I'll place the order after breakfast so it comes a little later." In this case, there's more joy found in being alone with her rather than spending their hours as a new couple in public.
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Date: 2024-01-10 11:55 pm (UTC)After a few days of discovery, she'll come to that realization and be more aggressive and bossy. Sex with someone as inexperienced as Sam is new to her as well. In their first lives, they'd had different types of experience and she'd discovered early that he liked it when she was bossy. It won't take her long to figure out that he still does. Right now, she's concerned that this more naive version of Sam is comfortable with everything. She readily moves closer when he makes room for her. When he pulls her closer, she slides her hands into his hair, hips thrusting forward just enough to brush up against him. She gasps a little, his name coming out in a sigh as his hands start to explore. She lets hers drift down his chest, as if by letting his hands wander, he's given her permission. When the kiss breaks, she presses her forehead to his for a moment then levers herself onto the counter, her feet resting on his thighs. "Good morning."
"Good idea," she agrees with his decision that they can save being in public for later.
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Date: 2024-01-13 04:54 am (UTC)He's had his dreams to help guide him in what he desires in a sexual relationship. On the other hand, it isn't wrong that he is completely inexperienced. For the foreseeable future, his heart rate might beat faster than what he knows how to deal with sometimes. If his attention could plausibly focus on her any more than was human, it would when her body brushed against his and again, when her fingers combed his hair bringing more of his natural curls to life. Could be goosebumps, could be sparks but a sensation crawls under his skin and absolutely, he is giving her mutual permission to do as she likes. Fair is fair. He sighs, wishing in that moment air wasn't necessary in his lungs, but to give himself to her in that moment, his forehead stays against hers, eyes watching her every movement. She has his attention when his feet touch skin to skin against his thighs or slightly the fabric of his boxer-briefs. He bows his head to glance down at his little situation that grows, taking a slightly deeper breath. "Morning."
"Unless you have any other suggestions." Is it a joke? Yes.
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Date: 2024-01-13 10:24 pm (UTC)"I thought we might go get our taxes done, but your idea is better."
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Date: 2024-01-14 02:26 am (UTC)He'd tell her one way or another if he ever didn't want to. She can't boss her way across his boundaries. It's the second or third time in the last twelve hours that she causes a friendly jolt to shoot throughout his body. He glances down at where her foot presses against his sensitive area and then back to her green eyes with his blue. It's perfectly clear what she has in mind. He shows that on board when his hands glide over her calf and then holds it firm. He places his lips to the spot she desires, placing a little suckon behind it.
"I don't know. I've never done taxes before either." He jests and tells the truth in the same breath.
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Date: 2024-01-14 05:45 pm (UTC)"You will, but this is way more fun."
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Date: 2024-01-16 04:24 am (UTC)If what her foot is doing is what she calls open communication, it's amazing. He's had no idea that she's waited so long for this yet. He does understand that she wants more than what they had last night through her actions. He breath hitches under that little bit of extra attention, first. His lips return to a new spot below her knee, teeth grazing and tongue pressing on the skin to leave a true treasure mark. He breaks away to see her composure waver, turned on by the chance in her voice. He barely remembers to breathe for himself so his voice is deep. "Maybe we should move this somewhere else." It doesn't matter that he barely had breakfast. He could always come back to breakfast.
"What else did you have in mind?"
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Date: 2024-01-16 11:34 pm (UTC)"OH I think we should forge ahead in our mission to have sex in every room in this house," she answers matter-of-factly.
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Date: 2024-01-20 06:11 pm (UTC)What about his green-blue eyes being a good form of open communication? Or his hands? His eyes travel up across her skin much the same way his hands do when she scoots back towards the counter, at times stopping and starting so neither of them lose their balance. He moves from his seat, away from her knee, and works his way up to eye level with her. His hands on the other hand stop at the first bottom button of the clothing covering her and tugs it open. Her language is very clear and he steps closer to close the gap. "You might be right. Only one way to find out."
"All of them?" His left eyebrow lifts up to express his intrigue.
Around lunchtime is when the two of them settle down again. They had already shared a plate together to more than make up for the energy they spent on each other. Sam turns to her after putting in an order of potatoes straight to their door and getting off the phone with his mother to tell her where he's been. "I ordered a few other things I'll need, too. My mom said it was okay if I stayed over a little longer. I hope you like tomatoes, carrots and strawberries-- though I hope you don't mind if I ordered more than that. Is it okay if I stay until Sunday?"
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Date: 2024-01-23 11:53 pm (UTC)"You can order whatever you want. This is at least half your house now. I would be very disappointed if you didn't stay until Sunday," she tells him.
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Date: 2024-01-27 11:28 pm (UTC)The low husky voice of hers draws him closer. The corner of his lips twitches upwards. "Yeah? Well, I guess only if I get to pick the next one." Nothing about this agreement pressures him at all. He knows there's enough time in the future to take advantage of the house.
He smiles widely, showing off his well taken care of whites. "If I'm being honest I'll have to get used to the sound of that. Don't get me wrong, I love it here. This place is big enough for both of us, almost too--" Shut up, Sam. You're rambling, he tells himself.
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Date: 2024-02-02 11:58 pm (UTC)The rambling is adorable though. She chuckles softly at his unfinished sentence. "We can get something smaller in New York City," she promises.