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[Erica wouldn't really consider herself a distraction, but she doesn't mind occupying his thoughts. She's spent a lot of time herself stuck in her own thoughts and having someone there, someone like Sam that she loves, to keep her from getting pulled into that is something she appreciates - something she loves about him. It's only a distraction if he doesn't want her on his lap kissing him. With intentional rocking.

She nods her head, slightly, kissing him again and then pulling back enough to talk.] Horrible things. Terrible. Awful... [She kisses him again then smirks as she pulls away.] Nope. Wait. Opposite of that.

[ In that case, it's in no way a distraction because he definitely wants her on his lap kissing him with intentional rocking. ]

You are horrible, terrible and awful. [ He kisses her, then pulls back with a similar smirk. ] And by that I mean the total opposite... You want what's gonna happen to happen?

You make it sound like it's a bad thing. [She's teasing and also she's going to kiss him again. Not the quick playful teasing kiss, but something that lingers and hopefully draws him in a bit. Once she pulls away, with a soft nip at his bottom lip, she knows what he's asking and it's not that she hasn't thought about it. They've hung out a lot since the masquerade ball and there has been more than a few times where she thought that maybe, but they haven't and it's not because she feels pressured or because she wants him to think about something else.]

We can always see where what's gonna happen happening... goes. [There's a beat there where she tries to figure out if that's what she meant... Yes. That made sense, she hopes. Most of all she knows that even if it gets to a point that she's not comfortable Sam will stop, but she doesn't want to put the brakes on every time she wants to turn him on.]

[ Sam enjoys the longer kiss for a moment, his hands sliding downwards to cup her butt through her jeans. ]

Whatever keeps you doing what you're doing... [ Because having his girlfriend on his lap rocking against him is definitely not something he'll never get bored of. And he hasn't forgotten about Blaine, but it's hard for him to keep feeling bummed out about losing his friend when his sadness is being replaced by excitement. Besides, it's not like Blaine is dead. He's in a safer place, hopefully reunited with Kurt. Blaine wouldn't want him to be sad right now. ]

[No one wants Sam to be sad right now, least of all Erica. It would be really disappointing if her motions weren't bringing some form of happiness to her boyfriend. There are, after all, certain factors to be considered in this current situation. Erica is aware of all of these factors. The main one being that they aren't sitting on the couch in the front room of the house. No, they're in her bedroom, on her bed, where she'd brought her boyfriend on a tour of the house. A little bit on purpose.]

I can keep doing what I'm doing. [Erica smirks against his mouth, replying coyly as she does exactly as she had stated. Her hands move away from him for a moment and to the bottom of her shirt. It takes just a moment to pull away enough for her to peel the shirt up and off of herself. It's tossed to the floor easily enough and she moves back to leaning in against him, picking up that kissing once more.]

[ Sam's definitely getting a feeling that this might have been why Erica ended her tour in her room. This is by far the best trap he's been caught in. ]

You're really good at it. [ When her hands move away, Sam copies her by pulling his shirt up off himself as well so they're in an equal state of undress. He grins at her before they're back to kissing again, one arm secure around her waist and pulling her in closer. He moves her long hair back over her shoulders so when he breaks the kiss, he can trail kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. ]

[Erica had considered this plan a few times since she'd moved here with Isaac, but she had talked herself out of it each and every time. Not for really solid reasons, but mostly because there were always other things going on. Even now, there had been something else that had happened, but Erica didn't want to wait for the next horrible thing to happen. This one had a slight upside in that Blaine wasn't trapped in a sometimes warzone and Sam hadn't been the one to leave.

That moment of seeing Sam's shirt get tossed aside definitely gets a moment of pause and appreciation before they resume kissing. Erica is also appreciating the friction against herself as she pretty much grinds against her boyfriend's lap. As his mouth trails down her neck, she cants her head to give him more skin to apply his attention to. She really does love his mouth - not just for this, either.]

[ Sam's trying really hard to concentrate on giving her skin the attention it deserves but when Erica starts full-on grinding down into his lap, Sam's a goner. His hands cup her ass as he lifts his hips to meet hers, and he can't help but moan into her neck at how hard she's making him. ]

I love you on my lap, you know that? [ She must know that, it's probably why she seated herself on him in the first place. ] But I'm gonna end up needing to change my pants if you keep doing that. [ He admits embarrassingly. ] You're too hot for your own good.

[She closes her eyes when he moans, a soft smirk tugging on her features. Erica doesn't stop her motions, but she slows them a bit as she tries to run the thoughts that are racing in her head down to a single idea. She likes the feel of his hands against her ass, the way he moves up against her.]

You could always take your pants off. [Though, she knows that won't actually help his problem. Well, it'll help his pants. Her mouth moves toward his ear, a soft breath exhaling slowly with another roll of her lower half.] Sam, I have protection.

[She says it without any sort of doubt or questioning in her tone. Keeping close to him, because even if he doesn't want that, she wants to keep near to him.]

Is that a suggestion or an order? [ Sam smirks as Erica leans forward to say something in his ear, biting his bottom in sexual frustration when she rolls her hips again. He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up without messing his pants. ] Mmm, Erica--

[ Wait, did she say protection? Sam's eyebrows threaten to jump off his face, leaning back to look in her eyes. ]

Really? [ Stay calm, Sam. ] To use in the future or... [ Now? Oh god, please be now. He's so ready. ]

[When he pulls away, she's pretty sure he might hit his head on the headboard, but thankfully he doesn't. She's also hoping he's not putting the brakes on this, but when he asks her when, she's pretty sure that he's not going to argue against her saying 'now'.]

Or... now. [There's no tone of question in her words, just a plainly stated fact that she's okay with it being now. She's pretty sure they're both there for it to be now. Well, she knows he is and she's definitely self-aware enough to know that she is.]

Unless you don't want to.

[ Putting the brakes on this would be like ripping up a ticket to Disneyland. Sam would never. ]

Does it look like I don't want to? [ She's sitting on a boner that clearly wants to. ] Are you sure you're ready? I don't want you to regret it... [ It would really upset him if she did. ]

[She makes a point to really look at him. It's not a serious notion, but just something to take a bit of the pressure off of herself and remove that worry from him. Her head cants, glancing at him from this way and then that way.]

It doesn't look like you don't want to... [Slowly her mouth curves to a smirk as she leans toward him once more and kisses him slowly. It's a lot more lingering and lazy, but that doesn't mean she is taking the easy way out.] I want to, Sam. [She says it once, but realizes that she's not actually saying it.] I want to have sex with you.

[ Sam can't believe this is the moment. ] I want to have sex with you, too...

Are you sure you don't want like, rose petals on the bed or candles, stuff like that? Because I could go out and get some - well, not right this second. [ He'd have to make his erection go away first. ] I want to make this as special as it could possibly be for you.

[Her fingers brushed through his hair, keeping close to him as she shakes her head.]

It will be special, because it's with you. I don't need roses or candles... [She brushes her mouth against his, pressing a soft kiss there.] Besides, then you'd have to move. I really don't want that.

[ Leaning his head into her touch, he loves how undemanding she is of him, gently kissing her back. ] We can't have sex with my pants on so I'm gonna have to move...

[ Sam gets an idea. With her sitting on his lap, it's easy for him to pick Erica up with her thighs around his waist, standing up to carry her over to his dresser, putting her down on the edge of the furniture. This way, he can get to unbuckling his jeans and removing them. ]

[There's a small shriek of delight as he picks her up and carries her over to her own dresser. It's good, because not only does that allow him to take his pants off, but it also allows her the chance to open the top drawer and reach for the protection she'd mentioned earlier. Her fingers move to the lip of the drawer and pulls it open enough to stick her hand in and retrieve the box of condoms. Then she retrieves one, with a sly grin, and puts the box back.]

I know I said I didn't need it to be special, but I'm not sure I'm ready for the whole on the furniture route. [She's teasing, but it's mostly to try and make him smile.]

[ Sam's too busy taking off his pants to notice Erica retrieve a condom. When it sounds like he might have offended her, he looks up at her once his pants are off to apologize, but he realizes she's just teasing him and she gets the desired result, a smiling Sam Evans. ]

You look so good on it, though. I'd buy the ugliest furniture ever if you came with it. [ Sam moves to stand between her legs, leaning in for a kiss. ]

[She would do nearly anything to get him to smile, so it's a good thing that most of the time it's easy to do. She's most definitely not offended and the resulting remark about ugly furniture earns a laugh out of her before she meets him in the kiss. With the condom tucked between her fingers of one hand, she slides her free hand over the nape of his neck and teases it into his hair. There's something about the gesture that always makes her feel that much closer to him, even if they're kissing.]

[ Sam feels the same way about her hand in his hair. He likes having his hair played with, even if he finds out (after being in public) how messy and ridiculous his hair looks from a goodbye makeout from Erica where her hand has been in his hair. But it's not like he can really complain about that.

He wants to hold her hand the condom is in, he just doesn't know it's there until his hand against hers and he's trying to fit the fingers together, only to find the square-shaped wrapper instead. Seeing the condom makes what's going to happen even more real. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited, but he's still nervous because he really wants the sex to be good. It's her first time. He can't disappoint her. ]

When did you get that? Sneaky... You're like a condom fairy or something. [ Making condoms appear out of thin air. Sam laughs. ]

[His fingertips brush across her palm and try to lace to her fingers, but there's a definite obstacle in the way. Erica smiles into another kiss, brushing parted lips to his.] I'm hardly sneaky. You're just easily distracted. They're in the drawer here. [In case he needs to know for future reference.]

[Keeping close to him, she doesn't pick up the kiss, instead she just lets the hand that's in his hair continue to play against his scalp. Her forehead rests to his as she breathes steadily.]

I love you, Sam. [She says it too often, maybe, but there are times where she isn't sure what else to say. It just rises up in her and she feels that strong connection to him. She feels like he was just meant to be loved by her and she wants to make sure he knows that.]

That's good to know. [ That that's where the condoms are, for future reference. Hopefully it won't go so wrong they won't want to do it again. ]

I love you, too. That's what this is about. [ Love, as cheesy as that sounds. ] It's not about getting off because we're horny teenagers... well, maybe it's a little about that. [ He laughs. ] It's about me showing how much I love you and vice versa.

[Erica glances to him and smiles, making sure to really look at him.]

You know that I don't need sex to know how much you love me. I know, Sam. [Erica leans in and kisses him, softly.] This is just a new way we get to express it.

[ Sam nods at what she's saying. At the end of the day, he doesn't need sex from her and it won't prove that she loves him more than he already knows, but he does think it'll feel really good for both of them and bring them closer. ]

Allow me to express myself... [ Sam unbuttons and unzips Erica's jeans so he can slip his hand inside. ] I've been thinking about this since the masquerade.

[She takes in a breath to give his hand a bit of room, gasping as his hand pushes into her jeans.]

That's a long time to think about this. [She shifts forward slightly, trying to inch as close to the edge of the dresser as possible.]

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