Mixed up memories [RP for thecheerleader

[notantichrist]

Sam was lying in the hammock with his arm thrown over his eyes. One leg was over the edge, pushing the hammock back and forth so it swung just a bit. His legs were past sunburned and his chest slowly turning to tan. His body was only half in the shade of the palm trees the hammock was anchored to

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[thecheerleader]

Claire decided to check on Sam when she realized he'd been on his own for a little while. She was trying to give him space and be there for him at the same time, which was a hard thing for her to balance. There wasn't much she did that didn't remind her of how inexperienced she was at dealing with real problems when she was in a relationship. It seemed like everything was going wrong, and she didn't know how to help.

She walked out through the glass doors, making her way to where Sam was resting on the hammock. She had a little smock dress covering her bikini, in case Sam wanted to walk around or something. Considering how much he had to think about, she doubted he was going to leave the safety of the hammock anytime soon.

"Hey," she said in greeting, smiling and reaching down to brush her fingertips over his arm.

[notantichrist]

"Oh, hey," Sam said, moving his arm and blinking up at Claire a little. "Everything alright?"

Because the way things were going, Claire was having memories that she hadn't had before...or something like that.

[thecheerleader]

"I was about to ask you the same question," she nodded, letting him move his arm away if he wanted to. She wasn't sure whether to pull up a chair or go back into their room. Leaving him alone didn't feel right to her, but none of this was really 'right'. It was all coming apart.

"I'm fine," Claire remembered to add, in case that made him feel any better. "It's beautiful here."

[notantichrist]

"I'm alright," Sam answer, he reached out to wrap his fingers around her wrist. "It is beautiful here. Want to lay down with me?" he asked, nodding toward the space in the hammock. Sure she'd be almost on top of him but that wasn't a bad thing.

[thecheerleader]

Claire headed straight for her suitcase when she stepped out of the bathroom, trying to figure out what she was supposed to wear. She wasn't comfortable not wearing anything, but Sam seemed to be. That was another thing she was blaming on experience, or her lack thereof. It was the middle of the evening, and Sam was laying in bed. She didn't know whether they were still going out or ordering in.

She grabbed a pair of underwear and a tank top and put them on quickly before climbing back on to the bed. She was okay. Shy and self conscious, but okay.

[notantichrist]

Sam watched Claire when she came out of the bathroom. He wasn't really surprised when she got dressed. Once she got in bed, he leaned over and kissed her shoulder.

"Everything okay?" he asked her, a little concerned. He was pretty sure she was fine but he wanted to make certain.

[thecheerleader]

"Yeah," Claire answered, a little faster than she could think about it. "Yes," she said after a moment. She wanted to ask him what was supposed to happen now.

"Are you okay?" It seemed like the polite thing to ask.

[notantichrist]

Sam chuckled a little at her question and draped an arm over her waist. He was still in that lazy, loose, relaxed stage. "I'm great. Yeah."