[Perhaps it was the hazy memories of their previous encounter, or just the hotel at work. Either way, as Amelia walked by, she caught a glance at Sam, causing her to stop. Almost immediately her face began to pinken, causing her to stare at the ground. Maybe if she didn't make eye contact, she could get rid of the impulse that was welling up inside her to just jump up and kiss him]
Hi~ Thought it'd be fun to let them meet again. ^^healsforjusticeSeptember 16 2011, 22:48:57 UTC
[She wasn't going to be able to avoid this it seemed. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Amelia lifted her head, nodding slowly.]
I believe we did...Sam.
[The name stuck in the forefront of her mind, her body growing warmer as she said it, and she couldn't help up shift a little closer. This might have been a mistake, and she was likely going to give a rather bad impression acting like this, but she had to know for sure if what she could remember was real. And somehow, this seemed like just the trigger that would help her find out.]
[So, giving into instinct, she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself, leaning up pressing her lips onto his. Amelia was usually one to start slow, but not this time. The kiss was very much fuelled by desire and need, even a little desperation in the hope that this would make her remember.]
I think it will be. They're kind of cute. <3exorsusSeptember 17 2011, 01:02:33 UTC
[Sam didn't expect her to know his name, and his guard was immediately up. He also didn't expect her to kiss him like that.
Warm. He felt warm and almost at ease when her lips met his. She might have been a demon, but for the moment, he didn't care. He wanted to hold on to this feeling for as long as he could.
His hands rested on her shoulders as he helped her lean upwards, kissing her back. Amelia. The name came to him like a long-forgotten memory. A few images of them together, working the business and making love, resurfaced. That couldn't be right, though.
A particular memory, one of a confession, made him increase the passion from his side.]
Indeed they are. ;3healsforjusticeSeptember 17 2011, 01:27:09 UTC
[There were a few tense seconds when she feared what may come. There was a likelihood he would not respond, or even push her away all together, not that she could blame him for that. If it came to it, she would apologise profusely, believing the hotel had been playing mind games with her.]
[Thankfully, it seemed that wouldn't be required, as she felt him return the kiss. The sensations brought by his lips moving against hers brought more recollections, familiar comfortable feelings rising to the surface, making her continue. She did her best to match his enthusiasm and need, spurred on by just how right it felt.]
[Eventually, the need to breathe won out, and she had to draw back, panting softly. This also meant she had a chance to think, the full realization of her impulse crashing down on her.]
I-I...sorry, I shouldn't have...[Amelia struggled to say anything more as she began to move out of the hold, fairly certain she had just made a complete fool of herself.]
[She could only nod in reply, still feeling rather dumstruck herself. Hearing him say her name, knowing he knew who she was to an extent made her heart flutter slightly. Still, the embarrassment wasn't going to go away that easily.]
I'm still really sorry about that. I should...probably leave...[Amelia inwardly regretted having to leave the warmth of his arms, but it wasn't fair to expect him to put up with her after that. It was best she avoid making things more awkward...]
[Odd though, there was a stranger sense of deja vu to those thoughts she was having.]
[Her eyes widened, obviously startled the abrupt objection. She shifting uncomfortably, biting her lip in uncertainty. While he had a good reason, she had to wonder what exactly they could do about this.]
I suppose so, but I'm not sure how exactly we'll be able to do so.
[Okay, a bit of his reasoning was selfish. That feeling buried somewhere deep didn't want her to leave. And he didn't actually know how to go about this either.
He frowns, eyebrows furrowing together.]
This is going to sound crazy, but do you know anything about me? Besides my name.
[Admittedly, Amelia was just as reluctant, even if she felt it was better to part. Still, she did want to help, wringing her hands together as she tried to piece together the snippets of memories that had come back to her.]
Do you mean how you're a hunter of supernatural creatures? [She said it so casually, but considering how such things were commonplace in her own world, it wasn't surprising.]
[Her nonchalance about the whole ordeal brings another look of surprise to his face. Usually, people were backing away slowly at that kernel of information]
Yeah, that's what I mean.
[He shook his head.]
For some reason, I think I remember you being there. But that's not right.
[Amelia missed the surprise, at least for the moment. Instead she nodded quietly, rubbing her arms, feeling that things were only going to get more akward for here on out.]
That would make sense, since I'm pretty sure my home and yours are very different. [Even with her memories hazy, it was hard to forget the obvious contrasts between a modern world setting an a medieval fantasy realm.]
He tried to pull anything about their "time" together to the forefront of his mind. Nothing he could come up with was very useful, and he was more worried that somehow, she'd gotten mixed up in one of his family's messed up little romps.]
[While her mind was fuzzy too, she still looked surprised at his sudden apology. Somehow, that just didn't seem to fit.]
[In the muddle of her feelings over him, there was no sense of regret or bitterness. All she could really remember standing out was a strong sense of warmth, comfortable and secure. Shaking her head, she smiled up at him.]
You don't need to be sorry. I know I can't really remember much either, but I do recall being very happy with you, so you don't need to apologise Sam.
[There was more he wanted to say, more he wanted to know, but things would be better for both of them if he didn't.
He stood there for a moment, feeling like an idiot. She was probably right. There wasn't anything to discuss, really. Whatever was between them couldn't be anything but a false memory. He should go.
That didn't stop something in him from clicking and making him lean down to kiss her again.]
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...have we met?
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I believe we did...Sam.
[The name stuck in the forefront of her mind, her body growing warmer as she said it, and she couldn't help up shift a little closer. This might have been a mistake, and she was likely going to give a rather bad impression acting like this, but she had to know for sure if what she could remember was real. And somehow, this seemed like just the trigger that would help her find out.]
[So, giving into instinct, she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself, leaning up pressing her lips onto his. Amelia was usually one to start slow, but not this time. The kiss was very much fuelled by desire and need, even a little desperation in the hope that this would make her remember.]
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Warm. He felt warm and almost at ease when her lips met his. She might have been a demon, but for the moment, he didn't care. He wanted to hold on to this feeling for as long as he could.
His hands rested on her shoulders as he helped her lean upwards, kissing her back. Amelia. The name came to him like a long-forgotten memory. A few images of them together, working the business and making love, resurfaced. That couldn't be right, though.
A particular memory, one of a confession, made him increase the passion from his side.]
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[Thankfully, it seemed that wouldn't be required, as she felt him return the kiss. The sensations brought by his lips moving against hers brought more recollections, familiar comfortable feelings rising to the surface, making her continue. She did her best to match his enthusiasm and need, spurred on by just how right it felt.]
[Eventually, the need to breathe won out, and she had to draw back, panting softly. This also meant she had a chance to think, the full realization of her impulse crashing down on her.]
I-I...sorry, I shouldn't have...[Amelia struggled to say anything more as she began to move out of the hold, fairly certain she had just made a complete fool of herself.]
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Uhm, it's okay.
[Those words seemed so, so inadequate for how okay it was. But he's too freaked out to be articulate.]
You're Amelia, right?
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I'm still really sorry about that. I should...probably leave...[Amelia inwardly regretted having to leave the warmth of his arms, but it wasn't fair to expect him to put up with her after that. It was best she avoid making things more awkward...]
[Odd though, there was a stranger sense of deja vu to those thoughts she was having.]
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[He spoke up before he could think, his emotions talking for him. Immediately, he felt like an idiot. That didn't sound weird at all, Sam.
He had to get to the bottom of this, however. He dropped his hands from her shoulders.]
I mean, there's obviously something weird going on here. We should figure out what it is.
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I suppose so, but I'm not sure how exactly we'll be able to do so.
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He frowns, eyebrows furrowing together.]
This is going to sound crazy, but do you know anything about me? Besides my name.
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Do you mean how you're a hunter of supernatural creatures? [She said it so casually, but considering how such things were commonplace in her own world, it wasn't surprising.]
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Yeah, that's what I mean.
[He shook his head.]
For some reason, I think I remember you being there. But that's not right.
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That would make sense, since I'm pretty sure my home and yours are very different. [Even with her memories hazy, it was hard to forget the obvious contrasts between a modern world setting an a medieval fantasy realm.]
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Yes it was going to get very awkward.
He tried to pull anything about their "time" together to the forefront of his mind. Nothing he could come up with was very useful, and he was more worried that somehow, she'd gotten mixed up in one of his family's messed up little romps.]
Listen, whatever happened, I'm sorry.
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[In the muddle of her feelings over him, there was no sense of regret or bitterness. All she could really remember standing out was a strong sense of warmth, comfortable and secure. Shaking her head, she smiled up at him.]
You don't need to be sorry. I know I can't really remember much either, but I do recall being very happy with you, so you don't need to apologise Sam.
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It feels like it was happy.
[There was more he wanted to say, more he wanted to know, but things would be better for both of them if he didn't.
He stood there for a moment, feeling like an idiot. She was probably right. There wasn't anything to discuss, really. Whatever was between them couldn't be anything but a false memory. He should go.
That didn't stop something in him from clicking and making him lean down to kiss her again.]
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