[rp] but I don't know why it's so damn hard for me to do things right
Sam: [Jo was dead. Ellen was dead. The Winchesters weren't having the greatest week, but Dean at least had someone to go home to. Sam didn't know Remy, but Dean seemed to like her a lot, and he figured that having something to go home to was a good thing. But Sam, on the other hand, was left to fend for himself, which had him landing in a bar. He didn't stay there long -- he was too frustrated to drink -- so soon he was back in the car and somehow wound up at Bela's front door. he wasn't sure why he was there, but he figured that it couldn't be a coincidence. so he heads up to her door, and knocks]
Bela: [Has been doing her thing in recent months. Mostly staying out of the way of the Winchesters and everything they were doing. She had heard rumors, but she was staying away. Bobby hadn't saved her life for her to be stupid and die, and she knew it. So she was doing her own thing. Part of that was relaxing at home when she actually could, and that was what she was doing that night. She was going through some articles for a pendant she was after, and enjoying a glass of wine. The knock at the door makes her frown, and she gets up to go answer it. She's clearly surprised to see Sam Winchester there.] Hello.
Sam: [swallows a bit, as he straightens a little more] Hi. Can we talk?
Bela: [Raises a brow. She really isn't in the mood] About what?
Sam: About the Apocalypse.
Bela: [stiffens at that, but sighs slightly.] Fine. Come in. [steps aside]
Sam: [licks his lips as he steps inside, looking around. He's never actually been in her place before, so this is new for him]
Bela: [crosses her arms] Yes?
Sam: [sighs] You might want to lay low for a while.
Bela: Have I not been?
Sam: Lower. Lucifer ... he's pulling out all the stops on this one. Nobody's safe.
Bela: Then it's all true?
Sam: Gonna have to be more specific than that.
Bela: I have associates nearly certain we're on a sinking ship.
Sam: Well, we're trying to salvage it. But yeah -- things aren't looking that great.
Bela: [actually looks a little worried, but tries to push it off.] You know, when I told you to take care of yourself I had hoped that would include not getting the rest of us killed.
Sam: [huffed] I fucked everything up before you told me that.
Bela: Maybe I should have said something sooner?
Sam: [and that actually gets him to laugh a little] Yeah, probably. But now I've gotta put him back, which I'm doing my best to do.
Bela: [pauses. She'd love to push him down another peg, but... it really isn't the right time. She sighs instead.] That's all you can do, Sam.
Sam: I know. [it doesn't feel like enough, but he does know that]
Bela: I'm sure you'll figure it out. [doesn't really know what to tell him]
Sam: [nods] Just ... Lucifer's going after things I care about. Using people I care about. [he really hopes that he doesn't have to spell this out for you]
Bela: [stiffens a bit more] I see.
Sam: [voice softens a bit as his eyes drop to the ground] I don't want anything to happen to you. [for a reason he still didn't understand, but it was how he felt and he didn't know how else to say it]
Bela: [looks down and steps away again, arms tighter across her chest] I didn't think it would make a difference to you either way.
Sam: Well, it does.
Bela: [asks before she can stop herself] Why?
Sam: [the look on his face softens for a moment, before taking a step closer to her] To be honest? I haven't a damn clue. But for some reason ... I keep getting pulled back here.
Bela: [she doesn't know what to say to that, but she's taking another step back. It'd be a lie to say she hadn't thought about that kiss multiple times, but that didn't mean she knew how to deal with it.]
Sam: [watches her for a minute, before pulling back. He shouldn't have come. It was a stupid idea, but Sam's been prone to a lot of stupid ideas lately. He took a breath and started to head towards the door. He wasn't going to force himself where he wasn't wanted] Just ... watch your back, alright? Things are going to get worse before they're going to get better.
Bela: [closes her eyes for a moment. It's these little social cues that she fails so miserably at. She should probably let him go, but she knows chances are....this is it. She lifts her head and takes a single step after him] Sam.
Sam: [turns and faces her, a questioning look on his face as he waits for whatever she has to say]
Bela: [tightens her hold on herself] I'm...not good with this.
Sam: [watches her carefully, sliding his hands into his pockets] Take your time.
Bela: [glances up at him] You...don't have to go.
Sam: [nods, and waits. He doesn't move forward again, but he doesn't keep leaving either]
Bela: [realizes he's making her work for it, and it frustrates her. She looks away] What else do you want me to say?
Sam: [fights a small smirk] I just told you that being friends with me is going to get you dead. But you still want me around? Why?
Bela: I must have lost a few braincells before Bobby rescued me.
Sam: Apparently. [takes a step closer] But you want me to stay.
Bela: Maybe you're less boring now that you're so destructive. [she's trying to throw jabs, but she knows they're terrible at this point]
Sam: [laughs slightly as he continues to move closer] You like me better now that I've actually screwed up?
Bela: [a bit quieter] At least you can't hold your moral highground anymore.
Sam: [nods slowly]
Bela: [watches him quietly]
Sam: [takes another step closer so he's in her personal space] So why am I staying?
Bela: [can't help but tip her head back to look up at him] I don't know. Why are you?
Sam: You asked me to.
Bela: You don't have to stay if you don't want to.
Sam: I never said I didn't want to.
Bela: Then why are you... [stops and clamps her teeth down on her lip, looking down again]
Sam: [moves one hand under her chin, pushing her eyes up to meet his] Why am I what?
Bela: [can't not look up into his eyes, her own scared and uncertain, her voice is soft] Here. With me.
Sam: [looks back at her for a moment, before leaning in to kiss her softly, not pushing, just trusting that to speak for him]
Bela: [closes her eyes at that. She doesn't lean into him just yet, but she doesn't pull away]
Sam: [holds the kiss for a moment, before breaking the kiss but staying close]
Bela: [sighs softly, thinking for a moment before speaking, her voice still soft] Is this happening because you may never see me again? [she's teasing, but it comes out somewhat serious]
Sam: [shakes his head, his hand shifting to brush against the side of her face] No.
Bela: [closes her eyes at the touch]
Sam: [waits for a moment, before leaning in to kiss her again, this time with a little more intent, but still not pushing]
Bela: [a soft whimper as her hand finds the back of his neck and she kisses him back]
Sam: [moans softly into the kiss, one arm snaking around her waist to pull her closer]
Bela: [everything starts to warm up and she presses herself close without really thinking about it]
Sam: [his fingers slide back into her hair, cradling her head gently as he kept the kiss, just trying to keep her as close as possible]
Bela: [leans up into the kiss, her free arm circling his waist]
Sam: [holds the kiss for a little while longer, before pausing and take a moment to catch his breath, his hand splaying against the small of her back, keeping her pressed close]
Bela: [eyes closed still, she lets out a breath. Heat is still pushing through her at being so close still, and she's just trying to think through that]
Sam: [he doesn't want to think. thinking would have him out the door already, and that wasn't somewhere he wants to be. So he takes a breath and just stays close, his hand rubbing her back gently]
Bela: [but she prides herself on thinking, and she knows thinking would get her out of this. She should be getting herself out of this...but it feels good. It feels really good. Her body has a mind of it's own and her hips press into his.]
Sam: [that seems to be enough of a signal for him to continue and he's kissing her again, pulling her as close as he can get her and deepening the kiss more than it was before]
Bela: [a soft moan as she leans into it, returning the kiss the best she can]
Sam: [takes a step forward, pushing her towards the nearest surface, but not too fast]
Bela: [and that's when she pushes him back just slightly] Sam…
Sam: [and lets her push him back] Sorry.
Bela: [just stands there, her hand still on his chest, trying to catch her breath] It's okay.
Sam: [stays close to her, just keeping his arms around her]
Bela: [watches him, because she really doesn't know what she wants right now]
Sam: [he doesn't want to let her go, but he will if she wants him to] If you want me to go ...
Bela: I... [a breath] I don't.
Sam: Okay.
Bela: [diverts her eyes from his, a bit of a smirk] After all, this might be it, yeah?
Sam: [smirks a bit] That is a fair assumption.
Bela: [lets her fingers brush his chest a bit] So if it were your last night...
Sam: I'm right where I want to be.
Bela: [a soft smile, then she leans up and kisses him.]
Sam: [kisses her back, a little gentler than he was before, and a bit more playful]
Bela: [returns it, just keeping it soft]
Sam: [he keeps her close, not wanting to rush things again, and just stays where he is and keeps with the kiss]
Bela: [is happy with that, and continues, letting herself warm up to it more. After a bit she'll pull him closer to her]
Sam: [moves where he's pulled, his hand landing on her hip and pressing closer, liking the feel of her pressed against him]
Bela: [another light moan, pressing back]
Sam: [moans a bit himself, his hand moving to the small of her back and pushing her up closer to him]
Bela: [holds the back of his neck again, trying to shift closer]
Sam: [leans in to meet her, before pulling back for a second] Wait. I have an idea. [pauses for a minute before shifting onto the couch and pulling her closer] This'll put us more at eye level?
Bela: [meets his eyes and slowly wraps her arms around his neck with a smirk] Like that?
Sam: [nods with a bit of a grin] Yeah. Like that.
Bela: [leaning in close, but not kissing him] I'm a terrible hostess. I didn't offer you a drink.
Sam: [shakes his head] Not thirsty.
Bela: [brow goes up a bit, and she asks even though she's pretty sure she knows the answer] Then what can I offer you?
Sam: [raises an eyebrow right back, before leaning in and nipping at her lips] Pretty sure we can think of something.
Bela: Hmmm. [kisses him]
Sam: [kisses her back, one hand slowly drifting down her side]
Bela: [moves her body with his hand with a bit of a whimper]
Sam: [hand lands on her hip and starts to pull her closer, his hand pressing her into his side more]
Bela: [shifts against him, pushing in more]
Sam: [groans at that and deepens the kiss, his fingers wandering between the waistband of her pants and the edge of her shirt]
Bela: [grips a handful of his shirt at that]
Sam: [tipped his head to the side brushing his lips down her neck, nipping gently at the skin there]
Bela: [her breath catches, but she leans her head back a bit to let him continue]
Sam: [takes that as a cue to continue, slipping his hand under the edge of her shirt to press gently against her skin]
Bela: [a sigh, as her arms tighten around his neck]
Sam: [pulls her in closer, letting his hand slide up her back]
Bela: [curls in closer, just enjoying the slow touches]
Sam: [takes this slow, his fingers exploring her skin and pulling her closer]
Bela: [relaxes close, her lips brushing his jaw]
Sam: [sighs softly as he pushes closer, sliding her shirt up her torso slowly]
Bela: [sets her hands on his, stopping him for a moment...before letting go and letting him continue]
Sam: [pulls back a bit meet her eyes] If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.
Bela: [meets his eyes and shakes her head slowly] Reflex. I don't want you to stop.
Sam: [nods, nipping at her lips again, before pushing the shirt up the rest of the way over her head and pulling her in closer again]
Bela: [lets the shirt fall and leans in against him]
Sam: [wraps his arms around her, brushing his lips over her shoulder and down her chest]
Bela: [her breath deepens and she moves her body to meet his lips]
Sam: [just lets his lips dance over her skin, teasing and nipping as he goes before letting one hand slip down to her pants]
Bela: [her hands grip to his shoulders tighter at that]
Sam: [pulls her closer for a moment, before moving his hands to get his shirt off over his head]
Bela: [helps him with that, before gently letting her fingers brush his chest]
Sam: [hand moves to cover hers before leaning in to kiss her again, pulling her closer]
Bela: [kisses him back, letting her skin press against his]
Sam: [keeps her close, his hands moving to slide over her skin and down to the clasp of her pants again]
Bela: [lifts her hips a bit for him]
Sam: [takes the moment to pull the material off her hips before pulling her in closer again]
Bela: [straddles his waist more]
Sam: [lets his hands slide to her hips, fingers gripping them tightly for a moment, before moving between them to press against her]
Bela: [moans a little louder, her fingers gripping in his hair]
Sam: [continues to move his fingers against her, nipping at her neck]
Bela: [moves with his fingers, gasping his name softly]
Sam: [sucks on her neck gently, just continuing to move with her hips, getting her closer]
Bela: [eventually she relaxes again him, her nails scraping his neck lightly right before she does]
Sam: [smiles softly when he feels her relax, before leaning in to kiss her again, pulling her closer]
Bela: [meets him in the kiss warmly, her hand sliding to cup his cheek]
Sam: [moves his hand from her, slipping his hand to the fly of his jeans, and starting to push them down his hips]
Bela: [helps him, shifting against him]
Sam: [slows the kiss a bit, before shifting a bit and pressing up into her]
Bela: [a soft cry as she starts to move against him]
Sam: [groans as she moves and moves with her]
Bela: [keeps close, after a bit she pulls from the kiss to brush her lips against his cheek and his jaw]
Sam: [closes his eyes, gripping her hips as they continue to move]
Bela: [keeps focused on him and them and eventually collapses against him, dropping her head to his shoulder]
Sam: [collapses back himself, pulling her in against his chest]
Bela: [a bit of a smirk as her fingers trail his chest]
Sam: [smiles as he slides his arms around her gently, keeping her close]
Bela: [stays there for awhile, her smirk fading to bite at her lip]
Sam: [shifts and presses a kiss to her forehead] You okay?
Bela: [sits up a bit, reaching for a nearby blanket] Fine. I'm sure...you'll have to be on your way soon.
Sam: I don't have to. Only if you want me to leave.
Bela: [thinks quietly, pulling the blanket close. Sex was one thing...sitting there in front of him naked...that's another.] You don't have to.
Sam: [small smile, before adjusting the blanket around her] We should get some sleep.
Bela: We might be more comfortable in the bedroom...
Sam: [nods] Okay.
Bela: [pulls away and gets to her feet, ducking her head slightly as she moves towards the bedroom]
Sam: [watches her for a minute before getting up to follow her]
Bela: [is already pulling something loose on to wear, before slipping into her bed]
Sam: [slides in next to her, before reaching for her again and pulling her closer]
Bela: [it take a moment, but she relaxes against him, curling up close]
Sam: [settles his arms around her and presses a kiss to the top of her head] Night, Bela.
Bela: Goodnight, Sam.
Sam: [curls up to go to sleep]
Bela: [does as well]
Bela: [Has been doing her thing in recent months. Mostly staying out of the way of the Winchesters and everything they were doing. She had heard rumors, but she was staying away. Bobby hadn't saved her life for her to be stupid and die, and she knew it. So she was doing her own thing. Part of that was relaxing at home when she actually could, and that was what she was doing that night. She was going through some articles for a pendant she was after, and enjoying a glass of wine. The knock at the door makes her frown, and she gets up to go answer it. She's clearly surprised to see Sam Winchester there.] Hello.
Sam: [swallows a bit, as he straightens a little more] Hi. Can we talk?
Bela: [Raises a brow. She really isn't in the mood] About what?
Sam: About the Apocalypse.
Bela: [stiffens at that, but sighs slightly.] Fine. Come in. [steps aside]
Sam: [licks his lips as he steps inside, looking around. He's never actually been in her place before, so this is new for him]
Bela: [crosses her arms] Yes?
Sam: [sighs] You might want to lay low for a while.
Bela: Have I not been?
Sam: Lower. Lucifer ... he's pulling out all the stops on this one. Nobody's safe.
Bela: Then it's all true?
Sam: Gonna have to be more specific than that.
Bela: I have associates nearly certain we're on a sinking ship.
Sam: Well, we're trying to salvage it. But yeah -- things aren't looking that great.
Bela: [actually looks a little worried, but tries to push it off.] You know, when I told you to take care of yourself I had hoped that would include not getting the rest of us killed.
Sam: [huffed] I fucked everything up before you told me that.
Bela: Maybe I should have said something sooner?
Sam: [and that actually gets him to laugh a little] Yeah, probably. But now I've gotta put him back, which I'm doing my best to do.
Bela: [pauses. She'd love to push him down another peg, but... it really isn't the right time. She sighs instead.] That's all you can do, Sam.
Sam: I know. [it doesn't feel like enough, but he does know that]
Bela: I'm sure you'll figure it out. [doesn't really know what to tell him]
Sam: [nods] Just ... Lucifer's going after things I care about. Using people I care about. [he really hopes that he doesn't have to spell this out for you]
Bela: [stiffens a bit more] I see.
Sam: [voice softens a bit as his eyes drop to the ground] I don't want anything to happen to you. [for a reason he still didn't understand, but it was how he felt and he didn't know how else to say it]
Bela: [looks down and steps away again, arms tighter across her chest] I didn't think it would make a difference to you either way.
Sam: Well, it does.
Bela: [asks before she can stop herself] Why?
Sam: [the look on his face softens for a moment, before taking a step closer to her] To be honest? I haven't a damn clue. But for some reason ... I keep getting pulled back here.
Bela: [she doesn't know what to say to that, but she's taking another step back. It'd be a lie to say she hadn't thought about that kiss multiple times, but that didn't mean she knew how to deal with it.]
Sam: [watches her for a minute, before pulling back. He shouldn't have come. It was a stupid idea, but Sam's been prone to a lot of stupid ideas lately. He took a breath and started to head towards the door. He wasn't going to force himself where he wasn't wanted] Just ... watch your back, alright? Things are going to get worse before they're going to get better.
Bela: [closes her eyes for a moment. It's these little social cues that she fails so miserably at. She should probably let him go, but she knows chances are....this is it. She lifts her head and takes a single step after him] Sam.
Sam: [turns and faces her, a questioning look on his face as he waits for whatever she has to say]
Bela: [tightens her hold on herself] I'm...not good with this.
Sam: [watches her carefully, sliding his hands into his pockets] Take your time.
Bela: [glances up at him] You...don't have to go.
Sam: [nods, and waits. He doesn't move forward again, but he doesn't keep leaving either]
Bela: [realizes he's making her work for it, and it frustrates her. She looks away] What else do you want me to say?
Sam: [fights a small smirk] I just told you that being friends with me is going to get you dead. But you still want me around? Why?
Bela: I must have lost a few braincells before Bobby rescued me.
Sam: Apparently. [takes a step closer] But you want me to stay.
Bela: Maybe you're less boring now that you're so destructive. [she's trying to throw jabs, but she knows they're terrible at this point]
Sam: [laughs slightly as he continues to move closer] You like me better now that I've actually screwed up?
Bela: [a bit quieter] At least you can't hold your moral highground anymore.
Sam: [nods slowly]
Bela: [watches him quietly]
Sam: [takes another step closer so he's in her personal space] So why am I staying?
Bela: [can't help but tip her head back to look up at him] I don't know. Why are you?
Sam: You asked me to.
Bela: You don't have to stay if you don't want to.
Sam: I never said I didn't want to.
Bela: Then why are you... [stops and clamps her teeth down on her lip, looking down again]
Sam: [moves one hand under her chin, pushing her eyes up to meet his] Why am I what?
Bela: [can't not look up into his eyes, her own scared and uncertain, her voice is soft] Here. With me.
Sam: [looks back at her for a moment, before leaning in to kiss her softly, not pushing, just trusting that to speak for him]
Bela: [closes her eyes at that. She doesn't lean into him just yet, but she doesn't pull away]
Sam: [holds the kiss for a moment, before breaking the kiss but staying close]
Bela: [sighs softly, thinking for a moment before speaking, her voice still soft] Is this happening because you may never see me again? [she's teasing, but it comes out somewhat serious]
Sam: [shakes his head, his hand shifting to brush against the side of her face] No.
Bela: [closes her eyes at the touch]
Sam: [waits for a moment, before leaning in to kiss her again, this time with a little more intent, but still not pushing]
Bela: [a soft whimper as her hand finds the back of his neck and she kisses him back]
Sam: [moans softly into the kiss, one arm snaking around her waist to pull her closer]
Bela: [everything starts to warm up and she presses herself close without really thinking about it]
Sam: [his fingers slide back into her hair, cradling her head gently as he kept the kiss, just trying to keep her as close as possible]
Bela: [leans up into the kiss, her free arm circling his waist]
Sam: [holds the kiss for a little while longer, before pausing and take a moment to catch his breath, his hand splaying against the small of her back, keeping her pressed close]
Bela: [eyes closed still, she lets out a breath. Heat is still pushing through her at being so close still, and she's just trying to think through that]
Sam: [he doesn't want to think. thinking would have him out the door already, and that wasn't somewhere he wants to be. So he takes a breath and just stays close, his hand rubbing her back gently]
Bela: [but she prides herself on thinking, and she knows thinking would get her out of this. She should be getting herself out of this...but it feels good. It feels really good. Her body has a mind of it's own and her hips press into his.]
Sam: [that seems to be enough of a signal for him to continue and he's kissing her again, pulling her as close as he can get her and deepening the kiss more than it was before]
Bela: [a soft moan as she leans into it, returning the kiss the best she can]
Sam: [takes a step forward, pushing her towards the nearest surface, but not too fast]
Bela: [and that's when she pushes him back just slightly] Sam…
Sam: [and lets her push him back] Sorry.
Bela: [just stands there, her hand still on his chest, trying to catch her breath] It's okay.
Sam: [stays close to her, just keeping his arms around her]
Bela: [watches him, because she really doesn't know what she wants right now]
Sam: [he doesn't want to let her go, but he will if she wants him to] If you want me to go ...
Bela: I... [a breath] I don't.
Sam: Okay.
Bela: [diverts her eyes from his, a bit of a smirk] After all, this might be it, yeah?
Sam: [smirks a bit] That is a fair assumption.
Bela: [lets her fingers brush his chest a bit] So if it were your last night...
Sam: I'm right where I want to be.
Bela: [a soft smile, then she leans up and kisses him.]
Sam: [kisses her back, a little gentler than he was before, and a bit more playful]
Bela: [returns it, just keeping it soft]
Sam: [he keeps her close, not wanting to rush things again, and just stays where he is and keeps with the kiss]
Bela: [is happy with that, and continues, letting herself warm up to it more. After a bit she'll pull him closer to her]
Sam: [moves where he's pulled, his hand landing on her hip and pressing closer, liking the feel of her pressed against him]
Bela: [another light moan, pressing back]
Sam: [moans a bit himself, his hand moving to the small of her back and pushing her up closer to him]
Bela: [holds the back of his neck again, trying to shift closer]
Sam: [leans in to meet her, before pulling back for a second] Wait. I have an idea. [pauses for a minute before shifting onto the couch and pulling her closer] This'll put us more at eye level?
Bela: [meets his eyes and slowly wraps her arms around his neck with a smirk] Like that?
Sam: [nods with a bit of a grin] Yeah. Like that.
Bela: [leaning in close, but not kissing him] I'm a terrible hostess. I didn't offer you a drink.
Sam: [shakes his head] Not thirsty.
Bela: [brow goes up a bit, and she asks even though she's pretty sure she knows the answer] Then what can I offer you?
Sam: [raises an eyebrow right back, before leaning in and nipping at her lips] Pretty sure we can think of something.
Bela: Hmmm. [kisses him]
Sam: [kisses her back, one hand slowly drifting down her side]
Bela: [moves her body with his hand with a bit of a whimper]
Sam: [hand lands on her hip and starts to pull her closer, his hand pressing her into his side more]
Bela: [shifts against him, pushing in more]
Sam: [groans at that and deepens the kiss, his fingers wandering between the waistband of her pants and the edge of her shirt]
Bela: [grips a handful of his shirt at that]
Sam: [tipped his head to the side brushing his lips down her neck, nipping gently at the skin there]
Bela: [her breath catches, but she leans her head back a bit to let him continue]
Sam: [takes that as a cue to continue, slipping his hand under the edge of her shirt to press gently against her skin]
Bela: [a sigh, as her arms tighten around his neck]
Sam: [pulls her in closer, letting his hand slide up her back]
Bela: [curls in closer, just enjoying the slow touches]
Sam: [takes this slow, his fingers exploring her skin and pulling her closer]
Bela: [relaxes close, her lips brushing his jaw]
Sam: [sighs softly as he pushes closer, sliding her shirt up her torso slowly]
Bela: [sets her hands on his, stopping him for a moment...before letting go and letting him continue]
Sam: [pulls back a bit meet her eyes] If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.
Bela: [meets his eyes and shakes her head slowly] Reflex. I don't want you to stop.
Sam: [nods, nipping at her lips again, before pushing the shirt up the rest of the way over her head and pulling her in closer again]
Bela: [lets the shirt fall and leans in against him]
Sam: [wraps his arms around her, brushing his lips over her shoulder and down her chest]
Bela: [her breath deepens and she moves her body to meet his lips]
Sam: [just lets his lips dance over her skin, teasing and nipping as he goes before letting one hand slip down to her pants]
Bela: [her hands grip to his shoulders tighter at that]
Sam: [pulls her closer for a moment, before moving his hands to get his shirt off over his head]
Bela: [helps him with that, before gently letting her fingers brush his chest]
Sam: [hand moves to cover hers before leaning in to kiss her again, pulling her closer]
Bela: [kisses him back, letting her skin press against his]
Sam: [keeps her close, his hands moving to slide over her skin and down to the clasp of her pants again]
Bela: [lifts her hips a bit for him]
Sam: [takes the moment to pull the material off her hips before pulling her in closer again]
Bela: [straddles his waist more]
Sam: [lets his hands slide to her hips, fingers gripping them tightly for a moment, before moving between them to press against her]
Bela: [moans a little louder, her fingers gripping in his hair]
Sam: [continues to move his fingers against her, nipping at her neck]
Bela: [moves with his fingers, gasping his name softly]
Sam: [sucks on her neck gently, just continuing to move with her hips, getting her closer]
Bela: [eventually she relaxes again him, her nails scraping his neck lightly right before she does]
Sam: [smiles softly when he feels her relax, before leaning in to kiss her again, pulling her closer]
Bela: [meets him in the kiss warmly, her hand sliding to cup his cheek]
Sam: [moves his hand from her, slipping his hand to the fly of his jeans, and starting to push them down his hips]
Bela: [helps him, shifting against him]
Sam: [slows the kiss a bit, before shifting a bit and pressing up into her]
Bela: [a soft cry as she starts to move against him]
Sam: [groans as she moves and moves with her]
Bela: [keeps close, after a bit she pulls from the kiss to brush her lips against his cheek and his jaw]
Sam: [closes his eyes, gripping her hips as they continue to move]
Bela: [keeps focused on him and them and eventually collapses against him, dropping her head to his shoulder]
Sam: [collapses back himself, pulling her in against his chest]
Bela: [a bit of a smirk as her fingers trail his chest]
Sam: [smiles as he slides his arms around her gently, keeping her close]
Bela: [stays there for awhile, her smirk fading to bite at her lip]
Sam: [shifts and presses a kiss to her forehead] You okay?
Bela: [sits up a bit, reaching for a nearby blanket] Fine. I'm sure...you'll have to be on your way soon.
Sam: I don't have to. Only if you want me to leave.
Bela: [thinks quietly, pulling the blanket close. Sex was one thing...sitting there in front of him naked...that's another.] You don't have to.
Sam: [small smile, before adjusting the blanket around her] We should get some sleep.
Bela: We might be more comfortable in the bedroom...
Sam: [nods] Okay.
Bela: [pulls away and gets to her feet, ducking her head slightly as she moves towards the bedroom]
Sam: [watches her for a minute before getting up to follow her]
Bela: [is already pulling something loose on to wear, before slipping into her bed]
Sam: [slides in next to her, before reaching for her again and pulling her closer]
Bela: [it take a moment, but she relaxes against him, curling up close]
Sam: [settles his arms around her and presses a kiss to the top of her head] Night, Bela.
Bela: Goodnight, Sam.
Sam: [curls up to go to sleep]
Bela: [does as well]