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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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.

Danny snorted as his arms circled around her torso and he grabbed at the clasp. It was harder than he thought it would be but Danny was stubborn and after a little bit of bending, the bra was released.

So smooth.

"Got it."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her firmly against him. Her body felt amazing and wherever skin touched skin he felt like little sparks of electricity were shooting between them. His hands slowly moved down towards her waist as his mouth found the curve of her neck and began to suck.

He didn't know if he could give her a hicky but he was going to try, while taking off her pants.

A little more aggressive than she might have expected from Danny. Not that she minded. Far from it, there was something exciting to feeling like the prey, instead of the predator.

...which was a weird thought she decided to keep to herself.

She leaned her head back, giving a little moan of delight. No thinking. Only feeling. She could totally do that.

Of course, the problem with that was it made for some lousy troubleshooting. She reached down with one hand to grab a fistful of his robe, pulling it up, somewhat haphazardly, to his waist.

A low warm chuckle rumbled in her ear. "Pull it down. Not up." The robe wasn't like a bathrobe, it was wrapped around his legs and it wouldn't really come off if she pulled it up. If she pushed it down then it'd fall to the floor.

And Sam will realize that Danny didn't always wear underwear.

"Should I start the shower?"

Simple geometry. Sam let out a low groan, letting go of his robe. Served her right, she supposed, for making that crack about her bra. And, since she was thinking about it, she shucked it off and threw it against the wall, before she started pulling down on the robe instead.

...okay, he was going commando.

She could work with that.

Her eyes ran up and down the length of his body for a moment. "You're so fucking hot," she muttered. Way too good-looking for her, truth be told. She'd had the hot springs to hide her boney, faulted body last time. Maybe the shower was a good idea. "Go for it."

Danny smiled as he pulled Sam into his arms. "So are you." He kissed her then, slow and deep, pulling their bodies together as skin touched skin. He knew that she couldn't see how cute and sexy she was but he saw it.

He broke the kiss and turned towards the shower, pulling on the water to fill the bathroom with the distracting sounds of running water.

Lying on the floor of the bathroom after, feeling any number of different kinds of tingly, Sam looked up and saw that the mirror over the sink had fogged up from the hot water. And possibly from the waves of heat roiling off of Danny's skin. It made her think of that scene from Titanic. When Kate and Leo got it on in the backseat of the car. As a kid, she hadn't really been able to put two and two together to figure out what was going on. It was a social aspect of life that alluded her.

It made her want to laugh, for some reason. But laughing meant moving. And she was far too content, tangled up with Danny on the floor.

She breathed in deep.

So. That was what it was like. When the guy didn't immediately lose interest in you.

Huh.

It took her a moment to realize that she'd said it out loud. "Huh."

Danny was enjoying the afterglow and the intoxicating feeling of her skin against his as the rapid beat of his heart began to steady. He breathed slowly, his eyes closed as he held her. The water was still running and Danny was thinking they should turn it off, except that like Sam, he didn't want to get up.

"Mm?" He asked as he turned to look over at her.

"You okay?"

It seemed like a weird 'after' thing to say, but Sam wasn't convinced she could have come up with much better. How was it that people had been boinking for thousands of years, but somehow managed to master the art of conversation?

She didn't have a clue.

"Of course," she said, turning to brush her lips against his forehead as she spoke. "I was just...this wasn't exactly something I saw coming."

Not tonight. Not necessarily ever again, to be brutally honest.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Do I need to plan this ahead of time in the future?" His tone was light, teasing and a little worried. Danny didn't really know what he was doing but he liked being close to Sam, she was comfortable, sweet and funny.

He smiled as her lips brushed against his.

Danny hadn't really seen it coming either but he wasn't all that upset about it.

"I think planning this sort of thing kinda kills it," she said. At least according to what she knew from pop culture. "I just mean that..."

She faltered.

It was more than just sex in the bathroom she was talking about, anyway. It was this whole thing with Danny. A thing that she didn't know how to describe, a thing she couldn't really name. Maybe she was just building it up in her head too much. But it felt like a...thing. But the fact that Sam didn't even know what to call it bothered her. She was a scientist, after all. She liked classifying...things.

"...just, what I said last time, you know? About not knowing the rules."

His arm tightened around Sam's shoulders while his fingers continued to stroke her shoulder. Danny wasn't good at defining things. He was impulsive at the best moments and only really thought about his actions after the fact. It was how he made many mistakes and likely how he would make many more. "I know." His voice was low and rough.

It was hard to think when they were naked and tangled together on the bathroom floor.

"I haven't really thought this through Sam." His voice was soft but carefully composed. It was the way that Danny got whenever he was trying to keep his emotions under control. "But I like being around you, touching you." He pressed his lips against the crest of her head.

"Is that okay?" Danny didn't want to stop and while every interaction might not end like this, he liked spending time with Sam. She was frustrating at times but lively, sarcastic and earnest. There were so many positive notes to her personality and appearance and Danny could never understand how she didn't see it if he could.

"Of course it's okay," she assured him. If it weren't okay, she'd have kneed him in the nuts a long time back. Sam didn't always understand guys, but she knew how to deter them. No, she didn't want Danny to stop.

Probably wasn't about Danny, anyway. Just her own self doubts. If she was being completely honest.

But she held that thought back.

"I like you too," she added, in case there were any lingering doubts on his end of the conversation. "I like hanging with you. And touching you." She paused, then gestured to the bathroom floor. "And this is pretty awesome too, not going to lie." That sounded more Dude than she intended. But whatever. "But the thing is, I'm really, really good at screwing things up. Which is normally fine because I don't care. But the fact is that I kinda...care this time. You know?"

Was that too much? It felt like too much.

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Danny felt his heart leap in his chest. 'Of course its okay.' He felt like he could fly or dance or... something equally ridiculous. He shifted and turned so that he was cupping her cheek, his eyes staring into hers as if she was the only soul who could bring that glimmer to his misty green gaze.

"Me too."

He kissed her again, slower and deeper as he sought to imprint every part of her to memory. Danny had no idea how the future would go or if anything about this was a good idea but he wanted to give whatever it was a chance.

He lightly pressed their foreheads together and inhaled the sweetness of her skin. "I'm pretty good at screwing things up too." Maybe it'll negate each other... "Let's worry about that if it happens."

Easier said than done. But she could only express her concerns so many times, to be met only with Danny's Zen. The definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. And the Ventrue were more prone to insanity than most Kindred.

She kissed him back, and nodded slightly, closing her eyes.

"Just...promise me something," she said. She knew it sounded heavy, but she hurried on before concern could wrinkle his brow. "Just promise you're not going to reveal suddenly that you're secretly my brother. Because the last date I went on...it didn't end well."

Although it had brought her just one step closer to being Luke Skywalker...

"Mmm?" He hummed, his voice low and pleased as it rumbles through his chest.

Danny snorted. "I promise that we aren't related. I was an only child." Not counting the fact that they were from two different worlds. Danny really didn't think that was something that they had to worry about.

"Come on. Let's get dressed. We'll get cold if we lay here much longer."

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