sixthiterationlogs | If you really, really wannakah/Have a happy, happy, happy, happy Hanukkah [OPEN]

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If you really, really wannakah/Have a happy, happy, happy, happy Hanukkah [OPEN]

WHO: Samantha Moon
WHERE: Various parts of the Inn
WHEN: December 2-10
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: Standard language warnings for Sam; nudity and sexy in thread with Danny

Sam had many talents, but tracking the lunar calendar wasn't necessarily one on her resume. Nevertheless, it was December and she decided that meant Hanukkah was on the way. Her second one in the fucking clown rodeo. Something like her fifth or sixth since dying. Which was just depressing as all hell. As if she needed something else depressing to weigh on her mind.

Last year, she'd cobbled together a menorah out of bolts and spare wires and broken bottle necks. It looked steampunk as hell, but when she managed to pull together enough candles to light the thing up, she had to admit, it was kind of cheery. It was about as out-of-place as they all were, trapped in this Skinner Box of doom, so in that sense, it was perfectly at home. So she lit it every night in the common area of the Inn, on the window ledge.

Ba-ruch A-tah Ado-nai
E-lo-he-nu Me-lech ha-olam
Something, something
Something
Soooomething
Something, something
Le-had-lik ner
Shel Cha-nu-kah.

Okay, so she didn't remember all the words. It was the thought that counted, right? Sure. Why not.

When she wasn't lighting the candles, she sometimes slipped into the kitchen. The year before, Erik had taught her a recipe for latkes. She remembered most of the basics and tried her hand at it a few times. Not that she could fucking eat any of them, but after the first couple of failed batches, they started to smell pretty amazing. And she left them out on a plate for anyone who came by.

And feeling particularly in the holiday spirit, she set herself up at her favorite table in the corner, with her box of colored pencils. She'd saved scraps of paper where she could, stealing napkins, starched fabric, and what remained of the book Jude had put together for her. On one of the napkins, she wrote "Free Portraits." Back home, she'd done some unofficial work as a police sketch artist. They didn't have photographs of the people they'd left behind. But she could do pretty good approximations. She'd hung up one of her sketches of Avery as an example.

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Oh, this was very, very serious. Although she had to admit, she was a little surprised by the unexpected come-on. For someone who'd lived most of his life with monks, he learned quickly.

She obliged him with a little wiggle of her hips.

"It's all right if they see you. You can be Judah. He was kind of the Big Damn Hero of the whole thing." And Danny, she was pretty sure, liked the idea of being a Big Damn Hero. "Pretty much single-handedly defeated the enemy army with his mighty hammer. Rawr."

Danny laughed as he pushed himself up and into a proper seated position. His palm ran over his face and through the thick curly blonde hair as she peered out towards the open area of the bathroom. He really didn't ever look at a bathroom from this view. It was different and surprisingly strange for a room that he's fairly familiar with.

"I like that idea." He was absolutely the Big Damn Hero type.

"What do I have to do? If I'm going to charge the lines, I'm going to trip getting out of the bathtub." The Great Immortal Ironfist, defeated by a tub.

Sam winced. "You know, they were never to clear on that part in Hebrew school. I guess they didn't want to traumatize us with the gory details about how Judah beat an army with a hammer." Of course, given where she was in her life now, it was far too easy to fill in those blanks.

She'd seen worse slaughter than with a hammer.

"Maybe we should just got for peaceful negotiation," she said. Didn't matter if it deviated from the story.

Damn thing wasn't in the Torah anyway.

She stood up, stepping over the ledge of the tub carefully. "I'll be Antiochus." She turned around, the synthetic curls of her wig whipping around her face. "And you can talk me into surrendering."

Danny chucked as he rose to his feet. He wasn't very good at peaceful negotiation but for Sam he was going to try his best. "Okay."

He stood in front of her and bowed his head in the polite way that he would to his masters.

"Antiochus." Danny couldn't help but smile at Sam. "You're out matched in every way. Surrender or I will be forced to tickle you."

Yes, he was absolutely going to tickle Sam if she didn't surrender.

Did he actually just say that?

Maybe it was Sam's previous experience with negotiation, which usually ended in death and destruction, but she stared at him, utterly lost and confused, for maybe thirty seconds. Thirty seconds, before her face split and she burst into laughter.

It wasn't a single giggle.

It wasn't a snort.

It was a full-bodied laugh.

The kind that left her doubling over, holding onto the ledge of the tub to keep herself from toppling. "I don't have to surrender. You just fucking killed me!"

"Hey!"

Danny held his arms out to either side as if she had just wounded him. "I haven't done anything yet." But he was smiling, watching her as she curled over in laughter.

She had a pretty laugh.

Though he had no idea what was so funny about what he had said. Was he playing along wrong? It'd been a very long time since he's ever done anything remotely like this.

"Yet," she said, straightening up and brushing her blue curls back, over her shoulders. "If that 'yet' is a threat, you better be prepared to follow up on it." She tried her best to put on her game face again, but her mouth kept twitching. She leaned forward, going up on her toes slightly so that they were nearly nose-to-nose. "Because I absolutely do not surrender."

She nodded her head. As if to say 'so there.'

For a long time, Sam had been doing some mental gymnastics, trying to figure out what the rules were with Danny. She wasn't clear on if their encounter in the hot springs had been a one-night stand. But. To be honest. She wasn't sure Danny had a 'one-night stands' setting.

No, this was way more complicated.

Which, of course, she realized was a ridiculous thought, as they stood in the bathroom, playing make-believe games like kids at summer camp. But still. Complicated.

Danny's eyebrow rose as her nose lightly brushed against his. His smirk lifted on one side, turning into a cocky smirk that he usually got when someone challenged him in what he saw as a ridiculous fight.

"Good. I was hoping for a fight."

His hands moved very quickly as he pulled Sam close and tickled her side. She'd be able to kick but if she did, he was going to tackle her to the floor.

Danny didn't over complicate things if he could help it but it was complicated. Everything in this small village ended up being complicated because he knew that no matter how long he stayed here, it wouldn't be forever.

Truth be told, Sam wasn't all that ticklish. So her laughter and squirming came more from having fun than from the physical sensation, as it were. There were other kinds of sensations, anyway. Including her new friend desire, which she still had yet to get a handle on, if she was being honest.

Anyway, she played into his hands, digging into his shoulders and kicking with her feet, which ended with her on the floor in an instant. The wig formed a wide halo around her head. She grabbed Danny by the front of his shirt, pulling him down close.

"I yield, I yield!"

Danny released her, placing a palm on either side of her head. He liked her red hair the best but there was something incredibly charming about seeing her surrounded by a blue hallo. His smile was wide and triumphant.

"Good. Does that mean that you formally surrender?"

He wasn't going to get off of her until she did.

Danny was maybe taking the game a little too seriously.

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"I'll sign anything you want," she replied, looking up from half-lidded eyes. "In ink, in blood, in any fluid of your choice."

She realized after she said it how awkward that sounded.

Par for the course.

"I'm no match for the power of Judah's mighty hammer."

...also awkward...wow.

Danny hadn't expected her to say that and he had no idea how to take it. He stared at her and then smiled. "Spit?" This was a very guy thing to do but Sam had said any fluid of his choice and Danny would always be that little kid who lost his parents in a plane crash.

He opened his palm, spit in it and held it out for Sam to take.

"You do the same and we shake on it."

"You want spit?" she repeated, staring at him as he did the hillbilly thing. Seriously? He was from New York. And occasionally a mountain in Asia. But mostly New York. Definitely not a hillbilly.

But fine. He wanted spit. He'd get spit.

Sam snaked her arm around his shoulders, pressing her fingers against the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss.

There. Spit. Metaphorically speaking.

Danny was careful not get spit on her clothes. He wiped his palm against his hip and then pulled her tightly against him. He realized what she was doing but that realization was buried within the deep recesses of his mind. She was kissing him again, her lips soft and molding against his, and Danny wasn't able to focus on much else.

He lifted her, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist and took a step forward to place her on the bathroom counter. Their kiss deepened but as always, Danny eventually had to breathe.

"That was a better idea." He finally exhaled against her lips, his voice heavy as he held her close. His hands splay on her back while his forehead lightly rested against hers.

Maybe they were figuring this whole thing out. Or maybe they were both faking it really well. But Sam didn't have any complaints.

Somewhere, in the deep of her chest, there was a satisfied little purr.

She hadn't made the sound on purpose.

When he pulled back, she smiled, tugging him a little closer with her heel. "Well, I mean, I am a fucking genius. They had me tested and everything."

Off the scales. For all the good it did her here.

Danny's palms traveled down her back as he pulled himself firmly against her. "Genius and gorgeous? Way out of my league."

Fuck it. He was in too deep as it was and he was tired of acting like he didn't want to keep touching her. His hands continue their downward path until he was cupping her ass. His lips met hers in a heated passionate kiss as he wished for the thin layers of clothes between them to vanish.

He was hopeless but for now he was happy to just kiss her and feel the way her body pleasantly molded against his.

So were they doing this again? No objections on Sam's part, of course. But she was trying hard to follow Danny's cues. And her genius didn't extend to the way that dudes thought.

The whole 'gorgeous' thing, for example. He'd already gotten into her pants. And could again if he wanted. No need to blow smoke like that.

And for the life of her, why dudes compared dating to baseball remained a mystery.

Well, she kissed back, her eyes gradually rising over his shoulder to look at the bathroom door behind him. "Hmm?"

There wasn't a whole lot of thinking involved. He was kissing a beautiful woman and he didn't want to stop. Danny knew that it was probably already more complicated than that but he didn't care. He liked being with Sam, feeling the way her body responded beneath his touch.

He gently released the kiss and turned to look behind them. Danny didn't see anyone there so... was there something wrong?

"What is it?"

Both ginger eyebrows disappeared beneath the fringe of her wig. "You want to close that, Monkey Boy?" she asked.

Was she reading the wrong signals? Entirely possible.

She hoped not.

And as if to buy karmic insurance against that, she ran her knee up the inside of his leg.

Duh.

"Yeah." He made sure that she was seated properly on the counter before dashing to the door to close and lock it. It didn't take long before he had his arms around her again, their bodies pressed tightly together. There was no hiding the effect that she had on him.

"I don't need to turn off the shower or anything to drown out the noise?" He smiled and kissed her again, his whole frame aching to feel more of her.

Danny couldn't resist her touch or the need that built up whenever she was close.

"Depends on how noisy you plan to be," Sam said. She tried to give him a coquettish smile. But she wasn't very good at being coquettish, so it mostly just looked like she was slightly stoned. A dreamy, misty quality. But the look quickly softened out into something more thoughtful.

She canted her head to one side. "Although...I mean, that could be fun."

People did that, right? In the shower?

They'd already defiled the hot springs.

Sam reached back, pulling one of the pins out of her hair, setting it on the side of the sink. She tried to make it look sexy.

It didn't look sexy.

Danny laughed, his voice rich and warm. "It could be fun." He kept one arm around her as he leaned towards the shower and turned on the water. The noisy cadence of the water meant that they could make all the noise that they wanted and afterwards they could wash off.

It wasn't sexy but the awkward pull to her hair was kind of cute.

"Do you want help or should I let you undress yourself?" His clothes were easier, he was wearing a robe, one pull and he was out of it.

Girls clothes were always more complicated.

"Oh. Uh." Sam frowned. "I, um. I don't know?" The last time, they'd both already been pretty much half-naked. And the other half had just sort of happened. "In the movies...I guess it's kind of a foreplay thing?" Except for those movies where the girl did some kind of sexy little dance while getting undressed.

Sam was pretty sure she couldn't do a sexy little dance.

"Or should I undress you? Should we undress each other?"

This was awkward but Danny was kinda glad that he wasn't the only one fumbling through it. "I'll undress you and you can undress me." His clothes were probably easier to get off since he slipped in and out of them.

His hands brushed against her abdomen and then tugged her shirt up and over her head. She might not be able to do a super sexy dance but Danny already thought that she was sexy.

"How was that?" He grinned as he kissed her again.

They were serious losers. That was just the reality of the situation. But better to have a loser friend than to be a solo loser.

Sam leaned her head back and shook off her wig, ducking out of the neck of her shirt. She kissed him back, letting her fingertips brush against the strong lines of his jaw. "Good start."

She pushed herself off of the counter and locked her arms around his shoulders. "Let me know if you need help with the bra."

On sitcoms, guys couldn't handle that.

But in the meanwhile, she nipped at his ear.

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