dyingatherfeet | but darling you are the only exception (closed to Sam, SO backdated because I fail)

Ramona could try to lie to herself and to anyone else that wanted to try to pry into her thoughts about her feelings and her relationship until she was blue in the face, but the simple truth was, she'd never actually put any effort into doing something special for a guy's birthday before now. Or ever went out and bought something to wear with anyone in mind, except just making herself happy or feel sexy.

Not that she didn't like the new skirt and top and all the things she had on underneath, but still.

And she wasn't brooding. She was actually in a fantastic mood, humming to herself as she took the bakery box containing Sam's birthday cake out of the fridge and set it on the kitchen counter. She was honestly surprised she and Jo had managed to keep from stealing a swipe of frosting off of the edges, but somehow they'd managed the restraint and it still looked bakery fresh and perfect. There were a couple of wrapped gifts tucked away in Ramona's room, but before she could go get them and set them out on the table, she heard a knock at the door and felt a grin spread across her face.

Pausing just long enough to check and make sure her thigh-highs hadn't slipped down before she pulled the door open and smiled up at the guest she was expecting. "Hey neighbor, you lost?"

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Part of what Ramona loved so much about Sam was that he wasn't all that smooth. So whenever he did say something that was particularly sweet or accidentally charming, she knew it wasn't just a line. He meant it.

"That was the idea," she smirked, raising up on her toes and sliding a hand into his hair to tug him down for a kiss. "Presents are supposed to have pretty wrapping."

Luckily, Sam didn't feel the need to ever use lines on Ramona. Not that he ever could but she understood him better than most people. She never expected him to be anyone different, which was amazing considering how much she knew about him as well as his lifestyle.
"Well, it's definitely my favorite kind of wrapping." He promised as he leaned down to kiss her back.

It was probably odd on a lot of levels; most people, even if they adored someone, there was always a thing or two they'd change, a habit that annoyed them, something they wished was different. Ramona hadn't found a single thing about Sam that she would change...it was almost to the point where she was annoyed and disgusted at herself, honestly.

"Hopefully you like what's underneath more," she teased, lips curving into a teasing grin against his. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, biting and tugging oh-so-gently, just a teasing taste before she let go and pulled away. "Mkay, gotta stop. I have a schedule, you're tempting me to rearrange it."

Then there was a chance that Sam should be annoyed and disgusted at himself, as well. Mainly because he hadn't found anything about Ramona that annoyed him either. There wasn't really anything that he wanted to change about her and that was a relief. He enjoyed who she was and she seemed to enjoy him which was a surprise to him but he wasn't going to complain.

"I always like what's underneath more." He smirked, pressing another kiss to her lips before fighting back a small shiver as she nipped at his bottom lip. Damnit, how was he supposed to think when she was doing things like that. "Me? Tempting you? I think you have that backwards."

Him not being able to think straight because of what she was doing, was, well, part of the purpose behind her doing it in the first place.

"Hm, you know, it is your birthday," she grinned, hooking her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and tugging him back towards her, putting herself between him and the wall behind her. "You should really get to call the shots and dictate the order of events, not me."

Following her as she tugged at him, a smirk continued to flirt with his mouth as she put herself between him and the wall. Taking half a step closer, he pressed the hard lines of his body against her own, effectively pinning her there as he brought one hand up to slide his fingers into her hair.

"A part of me is curious to see what all you have planned, though." He grinned even as he lowered his head to press a light kiss against her mouth.

Smirking a little, Ramona laid her hands lightly against Sam's chest, her fingertips toying lightly with the material of his shirt as he obligingly put her right where she wanted to be, pinned between him and the wall.

"And the other part?" she asked, tipping her head back to return the soft little kiss.

"Is very tempted to say 'screw the plans'." His hands slipped a bit higher, sliding under the hem of her shirt so that he could tease his fingers against her skin. This time, when he kissed her, it was a little harder with a bit more heat.

Ramona swallowed a whimper as his fingertips brushed across the bare skin that peeked out between the top of her thigh highs and her panties. He would likely feel a satiny ribbon (http://i51.tinypic.com/33e2z3k.jpg) brush across the back of his hand as it crept up beneath her skirt.

"This was part of the plan if that helps you decide," she murmured against his lips, sliding her hands up further to slide her fingers through his hair. "Just not quite in this order."

Intrigued, his fingers slid over the satiny ribbon, following the trail up till he found the little bow on her hip. He gave the ribbon an experimental little tug just to see if it would actually come undone.

"I seem to have a hard time controlling certain impulses though." He shivered again at the feel of her fingers in his hair.

The bow did, in fact, give at the little tug, enough that Ramona felt her panties slide off of her hip a little. She'd actually picked this pair because they were pretty and came off incredibly easily.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," she smirked, ducking her head to nuzzle his neck, nudging the material of his shirt out of the way so that she could nip and suck at the skin on his collarbone. "You know good and well we both want you to fuck me against the wall right now."

"Never a bad thing." He murmured huskily as she nipped and sucked at his collar bone, sending more of those sharp shivers of pleasure through him. He tugged at her panties, trying to pull the thin material away from her as she pointed out just what they both wanted at the moment.

"More than anything." He groaned, letting the panties fall to the floor before he slide his fingers between her thighs, brushing them over the heat of her sex as he tested just how wet she was.

She started to say more, but her brain short-circuited as he deftly and easily did away with her panties and slide his fingers across the wet heat of her sex. Biting her lower lip, she rested her forehead against his neck for a moment and shamelessly parted her thighs to give him better access, busied her hands with undoing his belt and fly so that she could reach inside his pants and tease him in return, see how hard he was for her.

but darling you are the only exception (closed to Sam, SO backdated because I fail)

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