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likely_evil) wrote2010-01-17 11:31 pm
likely_evil) wrote2010-01-17 11:31 pm
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In Which Sam and Heather finally get the clues...
Ever since Sam started learning to hunt, he found that his nose was becoming more and more sensitive to smells even when he was in human form. It really hit him though the day he went to open his gym bag to find something and he was overwhelmed with the smell of smoke, salt, and dirt. He immediately ran all the things downstairs to the laundry and washed everything at least three times before he felt comfortable taking the things back to his room.
Since Butters worked with Heather to cook, Sam didn't want to break up that dynamic. Especially since he was pretty sure anything he cooked would end up killing the people who ate it. And he was still trying to get over the Butters issue, and decided that instead of pushing and trying, he would just ignore and avoid. So he just started to take up a habit of cleaning dishes and putting them away, then tossing the garbage at the end of the night. He felt like he was contributing past the babysitting and homework help, and it kept the tension between him and Butters at bearable levels.
After he finished the dishes, he grabbed the book he was currently reading off the side table and found a space on the floor near the fire to stretch out with a few pillows and read while keeping his feet warm.
With dinner done Heather had little else to do. She thought about going to play in the snow, or maybe going with Kirmani, Morgan and Murphy to hunt, but decided to stay inside. She went into the living room and peered over Sam's shoulder when she saw him reading something on the floor.
"What's that?" she asked, curious.
He looked up at her, the smile coming to his face was easy and instant because he always enjoyed it when she spent time with him. "It's called 'Crossfire Trail'. It's one of the classic western novels. It's a quick read, but really good." He held the book up to her to look at, checking to see what page he was on so he could get back to it.
Instead of standing over him, Heather sat down next to him, folding her legs underneath her. Leaning over him slightly, she studied the book. "I was never much into westerns. Murphy loves them, but I don't know, it never interested me."
"It's something different. You get to see the values of the old west that today are basically extinct, but there was also a different lifestyle. It's a bit of history and also kinda reminds you a bit where we came from." Sam rolled a bit onto his side so he could look at her better. "I take it you decided not to go out with the others, huh?" He rubbed at his nose, a new habit he had picked up in the last few weeks now that his senses were stronger.
"I'll watch the History channel if I want to pick up a little history." She smiled to let him know she was teasing him. "N'aw, Murphy's really serious about hunting. If the elk have gone far enough and the snow is deep, they won't be back until tomorrow. Sometimes, it's really hard to run them down."
He smiled and looked down a bit at her teasing. "Probably why she didn't take me either, since I'm still learning and all." He looked back up at her. "So what kind of books do you read then, if you're not into Westerns?"
"Cheap, dime store romances," she admitted, blushing. "There so full of crap, but I have tons of them. I'm such a bad person."
"Hey, that's fine. We have something to burn then if we run out of fire starters," Sam grinned, teasing right back.
"Don't you dare!" She laughed and shoved his shoulder lightly.
He took the shove, then poked at her knee. "Ok, you can rip out the smutty parts and we can burn the rest."
"That's not why I read them!" But her slight blush said otherwise.
"Uh huh. Sure." Sam laughed. "There's nothing wrong with a little porn now and then. Nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Oh, there isn't?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "So what sort of porn do you have, Sam?"
"Right now, nothing. My brother has my laptop. And I'm going to have to completely sterilize it when I get it back." He chuckled, but there was a slight blush to his cheeks.
"You know we have a computer and internet here, right?" She pointed towards Murphy's office. "It's even wireless. You could have brought it with you."
"Yeah, no one told me that. So I'll know next time. And I don't think Murphy would appreciate me looking at porn on her computer." Sam grinned.
"No, probably not. I think Kirmani has a stack of Playboys somewhere. Maybe you can go begging to him."
"I don't beg. Don't worry, if I need to, I have a very active imagination." Sam chuckled a bit. "I'll survive."
She couldn't help teasing him a little bit more when he said something like that. "Oh yeah? Just what are you imagining? Riding in on your horse and saving the day? The womenfolk all grateful, throwing themselves at you."
She adopted the traditional dainty lady pose, head back and the back of her hand against her forehead. "Oh, my, good sir Sam. I feel so twitter-patted in your mere presence!"
He couldn't help but laugh, then got and evil smirk on his face. "Oh no, nothing like that." He rolled onto his back to look up at her, his hands behind his head. "Not in the least."
She leaned back against the couch, stretching her legs out next to him. "Yeah, I bet you're pretty white bread. Silly me getting this idea you have an imagination."
Sam looked over at her. "Well, the only way you'd really know would be to ask. Though I might end up changing your whole view about innocent lil' ol' me."
"Hmmm. I think you want me to ask." She nudged him with a foot.
"I think you won't be able to go to sleep without knowing the answer," he countered.
"N'aw. I'm good. I've got an imagination of my own."
Sam watched her a moment, then smiled. "You're a sex in the woods type, aren't you?"
"Hey!" She laughed. "Don't lump me in with that bunch just because I'm a wolf."
"I'm not saying that because you're a wolf. Just that you seem like that type no matter what you are." He paused a moment, his lips lifting a bit in a smirk. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"No, you're not right," she said haughtily. "I don't like twigs poking me in odd places."
Sam just looked at her, licking his lips because his active imagination had taken a very interesting turn, and he looked away to go open his book to distract himself. "Well then, I guess we both have our dirty little secrets."
She knew what that look meant. That was interesting. Maybe Heather had noticed a time or two that Sam seemed interested in her. Now it was really easy to see. She scooted down a bit and settled in next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, pretending to read over his shoulder.
He looked over at her a moment, confused because she never did this in human form. As a wolf, yeah, they snuggled because it was something wolves did. But this was new and he liked it, and his arm slowly came to wrap around her and let her get just a bit closer if she chose to.
She chose to. She snuggled up, just like she would if she was a wolf.
Sam read for a bit, then he turned his head to look at her, a small smile on his face. "Heather... I have to ask. What's going on right now?"
She shrugged. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"No. I actually like it. But I want to make sure what I think is happening is what you want to happen." He looked into her eyes, his hand around her shoulders gently squeezing her.
"It's pretty obvious what's happening and if I didn't want it, I wouldn't be here." She settled in against him and left it at that.
He gave her a smile, softer than his normal one... a private rare smile and he shifted his head to lean closer to hers and he gave her a very soft kiss on her forehead. "Good. Because I like you being here, and think you should be here a lot more often," he said softly so only she could hear him.
She blushed a little, feeling warm and fuzzy inside and smiling because of it. "I'll try to be, now that you've mentioned it to me."
"I should have mentioned it a long time ago, apparently," he put his book down and reached over to brush a bit of hair out of her face.
She reached up and patted his head. "It's okay. You're learning."
He laughed, then hesitated before leaning close again to try and give her a soft kiss.
While she hadn't been expecting the kiss, she didn't try and stop Sam. She returned it.
He grinned and rolled a bit to be closer as his hand cupped her cheek and he kept kissing her. Something in his chest just soared, and he wanted to dance around and howl, and his grin just grew more as the seconds went by.
To make things easier, Heather pushed Sam onto his back and straddled his hips. This make it much easier to kiss him and was a little extra fun.
He looked up at her, smiling as he pushed himself up on his hands as he moved a bit to get more comfortable under her. "You're just lucky I have a fast learning curve," he told her.
"Yeah, we'll see how quick you are." She smirked, getting herself comfortable on him.
"Now that is sounding like a challenge," he said with a mischievous grin.
She laughed and poked his shoulder. "Nothing's easy in the pack, don't you know that by now?"
"Oh trust me, I know that lesson." He flexed his abs so he didn't need to use his arms for support, and was instead sitting up as his arms went around her waist quickly. "You should also know by now that I tend to be full of surprises."
"Maybe I like surprises." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Maybe that's why I'm here right now."
He closed his eyes and his head tilted back just a bit. He always liked it when girls played with his hair, and now it felt so more sensitive that he gave just a soft whimper along with it. His smile was lazy now, content. He wondered if they would get in trouble for this, but the thought left his mind pretty quickly. They joked about the two of them and their affectionate behavior already and, except for Butters, would probably not even notice a major difference. And having her this close was reminding him just how nice it felt to have someone to be this affectionate with. "Just as long as you don't plan on leaving when you think I've run out of them."
He was the one who was going to leave. She knew that and it actually suited her just fine. The last wolf who had gotten close to her, who cared about her had turned on her. She didn't like to think about it and with Sam, she knew it wasn't the same wolf. She could easily let go of that troubled past.
"Well, make it worth my while to stay." She wiggled against him enticingly.
Sam's eyes fluttered as he groaned, and she would feel his reaction. He then looked over his shoulder to see if Butters or Anna were nearby. He really didn't want to be caught by either one of them. When he knew the coast was clear, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her against his lips hard, kissing her with a lot more force than before, as well as pent up need and desire. He had been wanting to do this for awhile now, and she was giving him permission and he was going to run with it. His free hand went to her lower back and he pulled her against him to make sure she really had a feel for how she was making him feel.
Oh, she knew and she liked it. Heather pressed down against him as she pressed into his kiss. She kept a hand in his hair, massaging the back of his head with her fingers. She had been waiting for this too. At the rate Sam had been going before she didn't think he'd ever catch one. But he had now and it was very good catching on.
It was only a moment longer before Sam had enough of sitting up and using his hands to hold her, he rolled them both over until she was now on her back on the rub by the fireplace and he was on top of her. He grinned an evil smirk before leaning back down to keep kissing her, pressing his body against hers as his hand that had been on her back wandered up along her ribs, wanting to feel her curves but knowing that since they were in a main room it was better not to take her clothes off just yet.
Heather thought this was much better. She slid her hand down from Sam's hair, over his neck, shoulders and back, then turned them back up again. She really liked tangling her fingers in his hair while keeping the other on his back.
He enjoyed her hand in his hair too, and he showed her by kissing her harder when she would squeeze and pull on it just a bit, or scratch his scalp with her fingernails. Finally he needed to breathe and pulled back, just enough to get some air as he panted. "Should have done that weeks ago..." he stated, chuckling between pants.
"Yeah, you should have." She grinned, but was breathing just as hard, flushed and clearly enjoying his attention.
"I'm just going to have to make up for it." He closed his eyes, then looked up the stairs. "Probably somewhere a bit more private, if you know what I mean."
She laughed. "Private would be better. Even if it's a bit hard to find around here sometimes."
"Though right now I'm very content to stay right where I am," he pressed against her and leaned down to kiss her again, not as forceful but not losing an ounce of passion behind the intent.
She hummed in agreement, kissing him back with the same passion.
Since Butters worked with Heather to cook, Sam didn't want to break up that dynamic. Especially since he was pretty sure anything he cooked would end up killing the people who ate it. And he was still trying to get over the Butters issue, and decided that instead of pushing and trying, he would just ignore and avoid. So he just started to take up a habit of cleaning dishes and putting them away, then tossing the garbage at the end of the night. He felt like he was contributing past the babysitting and homework help, and it kept the tension between him and Butters at bearable levels.
After he finished the dishes, he grabbed the book he was currently reading off the side table and found a space on the floor near the fire to stretch out with a few pillows and read while keeping his feet warm.
With dinner done Heather had little else to do. She thought about going to play in the snow, or maybe going with Kirmani, Morgan and Murphy to hunt, but decided to stay inside. She went into the living room and peered over Sam's shoulder when she saw him reading something on the floor.
"What's that?" she asked, curious.
He looked up at her, the smile coming to his face was easy and instant because he always enjoyed it when she spent time with him. "It's called 'Crossfire Trail'. It's one of the classic western novels. It's a quick read, but really good." He held the book up to her to look at, checking to see what page he was on so he could get back to it.
Instead of standing over him, Heather sat down next to him, folding her legs underneath her. Leaning over him slightly, she studied the book. "I was never much into westerns. Murphy loves them, but I don't know, it never interested me."
"It's something different. You get to see the values of the old west that today are basically extinct, but there was also a different lifestyle. It's a bit of history and also kinda reminds you a bit where we came from." Sam rolled a bit onto his side so he could look at her better. "I take it you decided not to go out with the others, huh?" He rubbed at his nose, a new habit he had picked up in the last few weeks now that his senses were stronger.
"I'll watch the History channel if I want to pick up a little history." She smiled to let him know she was teasing him. "N'aw, Murphy's really serious about hunting. If the elk have gone far enough and the snow is deep, they won't be back until tomorrow. Sometimes, it's really hard to run them down."
He smiled and looked down a bit at her teasing. "Probably why she didn't take me either, since I'm still learning and all." He looked back up at her. "So what kind of books do you read then, if you're not into Westerns?"
"Cheap, dime store romances," she admitted, blushing. "There so full of crap, but I have tons of them. I'm such a bad person."
"Hey, that's fine. We have something to burn then if we run out of fire starters," Sam grinned, teasing right back.
"Don't you dare!" She laughed and shoved his shoulder lightly.
He took the shove, then poked at her knee. "Ok, you can rip out the smutty parts and we can burn the rest."
"That's not why I read them!" But her slight blush said otherwise.
"Uh huh. Sure." Sam laughed. "There's nothing wrong with a little porn now and then. Nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Oh, there isn't?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "So what sort of porn do you have, Sam?"
"Right now, nothing. My brother has my laptop. And I'm going to have to completely sterilize it when I get it back." He chuckled, but there was a slight blush to his cheeks.
"You know we have a computer and internet here, right?" She pointed towards Murphy's office. "It's even wireless. You could have brought it with you."
"Yeah, no one told me that. So I'll know next time. And I don't think Murphy would appreciate me looking at porn on her computer." Sam grinned.
"No, probably not. I think Kirmani has a stack of Playboys somewhere. Maybe you can go begging to him."
"I don't beg. Don't worry, if I need to, I have a very active imagination." Sam chuckled a bit. "I'll survive."
She couldn't help teasing him a little bit more when he said something like that. "Oh yeah? Just what are you imagining? Riding in on your horse and saving the day? The womenfolk all grateful, throwing themselves at you."
She adopted the traditional dainty lady pose, head back and the back of her hand against her forehead. "Oh, my, good sir Sam. I feel so twitter-patted in your mere presence!"
He couldn't help but laugh, then got and evil smirk on his face. "Oh no, nothing like that." He rolled onto his back to look up at her, his hands behind his head. "Not in the least."
She leaned back against the couch, stretching her legs out next to him. "Yeah, I bet you're pretty white bread. Silly me getting this idea you have an imagination."
Sam looked over at her. "Well, the only way you'd really know would be to ask. Though I might end up changing your whole view about innocent lil' ol' me."
"Hmmm. I think you want me to ask." She nudged him with a foot.
"I think you won't be able to go to sleep without knowing the answer," he countered.
"N'aw. I'm good. I've got an imagination of my own."
Sam watched her a moment, then smiled. "You're a sex in the woods type, aren't you?"
"Hey!" She laughed. "Don't lump me in with that bunch just because I'm a wolf."
"I'm not saying that because you're a wolf. Just that you seem like that type no matter what you are." He paused a moment, his lips lifting a bit in a smirk. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"No, you're not right," she said haughtily. "I don't like twigs poking me in odd places."
Sam just looked at her, licking his lips because his active imagination had taken a very interesting turn, and he looked away to go open his book to distract himself. "Well then, I guess we both have our dirty little secrets."
She knew what that look meant. That was interesting. Maybe Heather had noticed a time or two that Sam seemed interested in her. Now it was really easy to see. She scooted down a bit and settled in next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, pretending to read over his shoulder.
He looked over at her a moment, confused because she never did this in human form. As a wolf, yeah, they snuggled because it was something wolves did. But this was new and he liked it, and his arm slowly came to wrap around her and let her get just a bit closer if she chose to.
She chose to. She snuggled up, just like she would if she was a wolf.
Sam read for a bit, then he turned his head to look at her, a small smile on his face. "Heather... I have to ask. What's going on right now?"
She shrugged. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"No. I actually like it. But I want to make sure what I think is happening is what you want to happen." He looked into her eyes, his hand around her shoulders gently squeezing her.
"It's pretty obvious what's happening and if I didn't want it, I wouldn't be here." She settled in against him and left it at that.
He gave her a smile, softer than his normal one... a private rare smile and he shifted his head to lean closer to hers and he gave her a very soft kiss on her forehead. "Good. Because I like you being here, and think you should be here a lot more often," he said softly so only she could hear him.
She blushed a little, feeling warm and fuzzy inside and smiling because of it. "I'll try to be, now that you've mentioned it to me."
"I should have mentioned it a long time ago, apparently," he put his book down and reached over to brush a bit of hair out of her face.
She reached up and patted his head. "It's okay. You're learning."
He laughed, then hesitated before leaning close again to try and give her a soft kiss.
While she hadn't been expecting the kiss, she didn't try and stop Sam. She returned it.
He grinned and rolled a bit to be closer as his hand cupped her cheek and he kept kissing her. Something in his chest just soared, and he wanted to dance around and howl, and his grin just grew more as the seconds went by.
To make things easier, Heather pushed Sam onto his back and straddled his hips. This make it much easier to kiss him and was a little extra fun.
He looked up at her, smiling as he pushed himself up on his hands as he moved a bit to get more comfortable under her. "You're just lucky I have a fast learning curve," he told her.
"Yeah, we'll see how quick you are." She smirked, getting herself comfortable on him.
"Now that is sounding like a challenge," he said with a mischievous grin.
She laughed and poked his shoulder. "Nothing's easy in the pack, don't you know that by now?"
"Oh trust me, I know that lesson." He flexed his abs so he didn't need to use his arms for support, and was instead sitting up as his arms went around her waist quickly. "You should also know by now that I tend to be full of surprises."
"Maybe I like surprises." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Maybe that's why I'm here right now."
He closed his eyes and his head tilted back just a bit. He always liked it when girls played with his hair, and now it felt so more sensitive that he gave just a soft whimper along with it. His smile was lazy now, content. He wondered if they would get in trouble for this, but the thought left his mind pretty quickly. They joked about the two of them and their affectionate behavior already and, except for Butters, would probably not even notice a major difference. And having her this close was reminding him just how nice it felt to have someone to be this affectionate with. "Just as long as you don't plan on leaving when you think I've run out of them."
He was the one who was going to leave. She knew that and it actually suited her just fine. The last wolf who had gotten close to her, who cared about her had turned on her. She didn't like to think about it and with Sam, she knew it wasn't the same wolf. She could easily let go of that troubled past.
"Well, make it worth my while to stay." She wiggled against him enticingly.
Sam's eyes fluttered as he groaned, and she would feel his reaction. He then looked over his shoulder to see if Butters or Anna were nearby. He really didn't want to be caught by either one of them. When he knew the coast was clear, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her against his lips hard, kissing her with a lot more force than before, as well as pent up need and desire. He had been wanting to do this for awhile now, and she was giving him permission and he was going to run with it. His free hand went to her lower back and he pulled her against him to make sure she really had a feel for how she was making him feel.
Oh, she knew and she liked it. Heather pressed down against him as she pressed into his kiss. She kept a hand in his hair, massaging the back of his head with her fingers. She had been waiting for this too. At the rate Sam had been going before she didn't think he'd ever catch one. But he had now and it was very good catching on.
It was only a moment longer before Sam had enough of sitting up and using his hands to hold her, he rolled them both over until she was now on her back on the rub by the fireplace and he was on top of her. He grinned an evil smirk before leaning back down to keep kissing her, pressing his body against hers as his hand that had been on her back wandered up along her ribs, wanting to feel her curves but knowing that since they were in a main room it was better not to take her clothes off just yet.
Heather thought this was much better. She slid her hand down from Sam's hair, over his neck, shoulders and back, then turned them back up again. She really liked tangling her fingers in his hair while keeping the other on his back.
He enjoyed her hand in his hair too, and he showed her by kissing her harder when she would squeeze and pull on it just a bit, or scratch his scalp with her fingernails. Finally he needed to breathe and pulled back, just enough to get some air as he panted. "Should have done that weeks ago..." he stated, chuckling between pants.
"Yeah, you should have." She grinned, but was breathing just as hard, flushed and clearly enjoying his attention.
"I'm just going to have to make up for it." He closed his eyes, then looked up the stairs. "Probably somewhere a bit more private, if you know what I mean."
She laughed. "Private would be better. Even if it's a bit hard to find around here sometimes."
"Though right now I'm very content to stay right where I am," he pressed against her and leaned down to kiss her again, not as forceful but not losing an ounce of passion behind the intent.
She hummed in agreement, kissing him back with the same passion.