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[Private to Sam Winchester]

Are you still occupied with your brother?

[Her mouth opened slightly, and T'Pol drew in a short, audible breath, pressing her hands against his thumbs. Okay, maybe the book wasn't necessary, because he'd certainly figured that part out. She tilted her head, kissing along one of his hands before leaning down to press her mouth to his again.]

[Sam took that as a good sign, a very good sign, especially since wasn't a)keeling over and b)pushing him away. Instead, he felt her mouth over his own again and he began to rub his thumbs against her palms in a slow circular manner, very aware of the thick callouses built up from years upon years of hunting.]

[So was she. Very, very aware, and her fingers twitched now and then. But she wasn't pulling away - T'Pol pressed closer, wishing she had pulled his shirt off him; their clothes were getting bothersome.]

[Sam kept a firm hold on her hands and leaned up toward her to try and meet her at some kind of halfway point, to match the intensity he felt he was getting from her.]

[It wasn't quite Pon Farr, but she wasn't quite a normal Vulcan. Curling hr fingers down, she brushed them over the back of his hands, stroking what she could reach.]

[Sam didn't mind if she wasn't a normal Vulcan. He liked her just the way she was. c: Nonetheless, the hunter freed one hand from her so he could reach for her belt and the bottom of her shirt, his mind focused on one thing right now.]

[D'aw, this is why their awkward has the added joy of being adorable. His mind wasn't the only one focusing, though, and her freed hand dropped to his pants, working at button and zipper.]

[Sam startled a little when he felt her hands at his zipper, the naturally shy side rising a little as he pulled back a little to reach down and try to interfere.]

[She stopped, pulling back when he did. Her eyebrows shifted, uncertainty crossing her face.]

[Sam shifted a little but smiled up at her.]

It's, uh, it's just been a while is all.

[T'Pol tilted her head slightly, arching one eyebrow. If she was human, she'd be smirking.] Since Kissing Town. [She leaned in, kissing him lightly.] I apologize.

[Sam nodded and with his free hand reached down to undo his own zipper and belt.]

It's alright.

[He leaned up again toward her with a grin.]

[Her eyebrow quirked in that sort of smile, and she ran her hand over his side and stomach.] Good. [T'Pol brushed her lips over his as he leaned up.]

(ooc: Fade to black?)

[Sam pressed his lips more firmly over hers as his hands worked at the buttons of his flannel shirt. Okay, so maybe this was better than the compass.]

[The best gifts come in parts; the compass was just part one.]

(((Fade to black!)))

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