I kissed a...wait...what? [RP for thecheerleader]

[notantichrist]

Sam knew Claire was on her way over so he picked up around the apartment. In general, he was pretty neat. There wasn't a lot to do but his suit jacket had to be hung up and the work he'd brought home put up. He washed the dishes he'd eaten take out on and sort of made up the bed. Martha Stewart would have found fault but it was clean enough. He was

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[thecheerleader]

"Hey," Claire smiled and gave him a hug, pulling back just as his lips were about to brush against hers. His reaction to what was going on had calmed her down, and now she couldn't resist giving him a hard time about it. "I'm not sure I kiss boys anymore," she teased, taking his hand and stepping into the apartment.

[notantichrist]

"Oh is that the way it is now?" Sam joked with her as he shut the front door. "I'll have to try and re-convert you."

[thecheerleader]

"You can try," Claire laughed, looking around. It was surprisingly clean for him, but she usually showed up unannounced. He'd had time to prepare tonight. "You made your apartment look pretty for me." Which, after a day of work, was pretty sweet of him.

"I think I earned some major points with my potential sisters when I mentioned you." She was still wearing the dress she'd worn to the mixer. Sam hadn't seen her dressed up in a while, and she always had a clean change of clothes at his place. When she got uncomfortable, she'd pull out her sweatpants.

[notantichrist]

Sam shrugged in response. "Well you showed up looking pretty so it's only fair I clean up," he responded, taking the time to look her over.

"Yeah?" he asked, curious and a little confused at what she meant.