As if on cue, the petite frame of Amelia appeared in a nearby doorway, moving towards the bed, looking chipper and ever optimistic as per usual. In her hands she carried an small assortment of food and two drinks on a tray. She thought it would be easier to prompt Sam to get up if he had something to boost his energy.
"I was just checking to see if you were awake. I thought you wanted to get going pretty soon." she smiled, placing the tray on the bedside table.
[ooc: Currently saying nothing has happened between them, but there may have been the odd bit of tension if that works for you.]
Sadly for Sam, Amelia's eager wishes to assist often meant she overlooked the obvious. It wasn't that urgent that he get up right now surely? And with him still in pain, or what she assumed was pain, it meant her work was not done yet.
"Just a few more minutes, it won't take long, I promise." she responded, straightening up to lean over him to better inspect things to see where she needed to apply more pressure with her magic. If her partner has the misfortune of turning to look at her, he would be rewarded with a fairly good view of her generous cleavage, due to her blouse being slightly open at the top. Amelia was petite, yes, but for all her child like qualities, her body was very much that of a well endowed woman.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view), Sam chose the exact moment she leaned over to throw her a look. Well, that wasn't what he expected. He would be a liar if he claimed he didn't look, but he did look away quickly enough. This was Amelia. He shouldn't, couldn't, look at her that way.
...were those a recent development?
"If I let you do that, will you promise not to worry about it?" He asked, poker face still in place. That was the only way to keep from letting a flush rise to his cheeks. He decided to go ahead and pull the shirt all the way off over his head.
As it happened, Amelia did not catch on to his embarrassment, only pouting cutely in thinking she was about to be reprimanded. Naturally, when he gave in, she quickly perked up again, nodding enthusiastically.
"I promise!" she said gleefully, the usual happy smile back as she settled herself in a comfortable position to access the older male's skin. Luckily her joy at the situation meant she managed to fight back her own improper thoughts as he removed his shirt entirely.
Focusing her energy, her hands rubbed across the sore and aching muscles, tracing various reminders of past fights with a strong yet gentle touch. While the magic did it's work in closing over cuts and healing the worst of the damage, her fingers massaged the stiffer places in his back, all the way up to his shoulders and the base of his neck. It was almost like she was in a trance herself, both in working out a rhythm that helped Sam, while at the same time silently admiring the man before her.
If he would have been honest with himself, he would have known he didn't have the fight in him to argue. All last night had been tossing and turning. The hour before the nightmare had been the only sleep he had gotten.
Against his better judgement, his eyelids began to droop as relaxation overtook him. And he was completely relaxed. Going shirtless around her wasn't even a blip on his radar; that was just how friendly their relationship was. Of course, he never thought about how it affected her.
He had almost dozed off when he awoke at the sound of a groan from the back of his throat. She had brushed against a very, very tight spot at the base of his neck. Although, he had to admit the sound did not seem quite so innocent.
"Sorry," he said, eyes fluttering back open. "You must have run up on a kink or something."
While she knew better than to pry too much, that didn't mean she ignored it when something was bothering him. Instead she resorted to other ways of assisting without pushing too much. Just little gestures running extra errands, footing a few of their food tabs or just letting him get first pick of the beds or turns in the bathroom, which she hoped added up in some small way to lessen his stress levels
( ... )
He was well tuned in to those little favors she did for him, and he appreciated them immensely. That led him to do things for her, and making sure she was as comfortable as she could be in this life. In fact, it was almost pleasant. He'd never thought he'd say that
( ... )
Being from a well off family, it was surprising how Amelia had never complained over the lack of luxury during their travels. For her, the freedom was worth so much more. Still, the fact he went to the trouble for her was not unwelcome, the kindness in the gestures making her feel warm and content near him
( ... )
Regret ebbed through him. Why had he reacted that way? It wasn't her fault. She couldn't have known. Now, he had hurt her when she had only wanted to help. But for a second, he had thought a horrifying thing: Amelia, burned on the ceiling. Just like Mom. Just like Jess. After all, that seemed to be the fate of anyone who got close to him.
Still, he couldn't push everyone away from him, leaving him prime pickings for the Yellow Eye Demon to do God knows what. Without another though, he reached out to grab her hand.
"No," he said, the word coming out before he could form a coherent thing to say. "No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."
Amelia was unaware of the emotional baggage Sam had to deal with. If she had, she probably wouldn't have pushed so hard, she wouldn't have been so selfish as to expect such things from him. She would have worked harder to force herself not to hope for more and focus on being supportive. That was the right thing to do after all. Perhaps in that scenario should wouldn't have been foolish enough to make such mistakes
( ... )
"You're not," he said quickly, unsure of what to do. Compared to the rest of his family, Sam had been gifted with words. Now, though, he was as tongue-tied as anyone could be. He swallowed hard.
"It just reminded me of something...Jess used to do," he admitted, voice soft. This was dropping a bomb for him. He had told Amelia about her before, only once or twice. It was something he almost never talked about. His admitting it right then was a show of trust on his part.
Ah, that explained it somewhat. At least it hard worked in stopping the girl from moving any further out of his reach. There was a degree of understanding added to the situation; if it had anything to do with Jess then Amelia recognised how strongly the whole scenario had affected him. From the few bits and pieces he had told her, they had been close, and he was very reluctant to ever say much on the subject, so she never asked.
Still, him bringing it up made things make sense a bit. Those memories hurt him still, she could tell, and it was hard to not be able to do anything to ease the pain he was going through.
Sinking back down onto the mattress, she fidgeted nervously, finally willing her hand to lace her fingers with his, holding on tightly. "I'm sorry that I made you think about that stuff though."
He shook his head, using his free hand to rest his forehead on. At this moment, Sam looked very young. Maybe it was the vulnerability. Maybe it was the fact that he was slouching down, and it was making him look smaller than his usual tall and sturdy frame.
He was tired. Really, really tired. Physically and mentally, of the life, of demons. Of everything.
"I don't want to lose you like I lost her." That slipped out from in between the mental brick wall he kept up, barely above a whisper as he absently squeezed her hand.
As she lifted her gaze to look at him properly, she could barely believe what she was witnessing. He seemed so different, so lost that he was almost like an entirely different person. She felt a pang of guilt in her chest at being the one to bring about the whole mess, and so badly wanted to do something, anything to help him
( ... )
When she hugged him, he showed more surprise than he had in months. Vampires were nothing compared to interpersonal interactions. It was only a moment, however, before he had her engulfed in an embrace of his own. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her in tight, one of his large hands cradling the back of her head. His face was buried in her hair.
"Thanks," he mumbled, not sure how to feel about this whole thing. Why did she have this ability that no one else seemed to have, where she could tear down his defenses?
The few moments were she was left waiting for a response from him were tense. She almost considered pulling back and attempting find the right words to ease the awkwardness, before she felt his arms around her. Her breath hitched at the sudden closeness, the tenderness of his touch and the lack of boundries left, making her shiver.
Moving her head slightly to catch his gaze, she noted her body moving of it's own accord, one of hands drifting up to press against the side of his face. "I'm here for you, I'm not going anywhere. So, as long as you want me..." her voice trailed off, unsure of what to do. She froze in place, simply watching, no doubt everything she was feeling apparent in her features.
"I was just checking to see if you were awake. I thought you wanted to get going pretty soon." she smiled, placing the tray on the bedside table.
[ooc: Currently saying nothing has happened between them, but there may have been the odd bit of tension if that works for you.]
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"Just a few more minutes, it won't take long, I promise." she responded, straightening up to lean over him to better inspect things to see where she needed to apply more pressure with her magic. If her partner has the misfortune of turning to look at her, he would be rewarded with a fairly good view of her generous cleavage, due to her blouse being slightly open at the top. Amelia was petite, yes, but for all her child like qualities, her body was very much that of a well endowed woman.
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...were those a recent development?
"If I let you do that, will you promise not to worry about it?" He asked, poker face still in place. That was the only way to keep from letting a flush rise to his cheeks. He decided to go ahead and pull the shirt all the way off over his head.
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"I promise!" she said gleefully, the usual happy smile back as she settled herself in a comfortable position to access the older male's skin. Luckily her joy at the situation meant she managed to fight back her own improper thoughts as he removed his shirt entirely.
Focusing her energy, her hands rubbed across the sore and aching muscles, tracing various reminders of past fights with a strong yet gentle touch. While the magic did it's work in closing over cuts and healing the worst of the damage, her fingers massaged the stiffer places in his back, all the way up to his shoulders and the base of his neck. It was almost like she was in a trance herself, both in working out a rhythm that helped Sam, while at the same time silently admiring the man before her.
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Against his better judgement, his eyelids began to droop as relaxation overtook him. And he was completely relaxed. Going shirtless around her wasn't even a blip on his radar; that was just how friendly their relationship was. Of course, he never thought about how it affected her.
He had almost dozed off when he awoke at the sound of a groan from the back of his throat. She had brushed against a very, very tight spot at the base of his neck. Although, he had to admit the sound did not seem quite so innocent.
"Sorry," he said, eyes fluttering back open. "You must have run up on a kink or something."
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Still, he couldn't push everyone away from him, leaving him prime pickings for the Yellow Eye Demon to do God knows what. Without another though, he reached out to grab her hand.
"No," he said, the word coming out before he could form a coherent thing to say. "No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."
He looked away ashamedly.
"You don't have to go."
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"It just reminded me of something...Jess used to do," he admitted, voice soft. This was dropping a bomb for him. He had told Amelia about her before, only once or twice. It was something he almost never talked about. His admitting it right then was a show of trust on his part.
"...just don't go out like this, okay?"
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Still, him bringing it up made things make sense a bit. Those memories hurt him still, she could tell, and it was hard to not be able to do anything to ease the pain he was going through.
Sinking back down onto the mattress, she fidgeted nervously, finally willing her hand to lace her fingers with his, holding on tightly. "I'm sorry that I made you think about that stuff though."
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He was tired. Really, really tired. Physically and mentally, of the life, of demons. Of everything.
"I don't want to lose you like I lost her." That slipped out from in between the mental brick wall he kept up, barely above a whisper as he absently squeezed her hand.
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"Thanks," he mumbled, not sure how to feel about this whole thing. Why did she have this ability that no one else seemed to have, where she could tear down his defenses?
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Moving her head slightly to catch his gaze, she noted her body moving of it's own accord, one of hands drifting up to press against the side of his face. "I'm here for you, I'm not going anywhere. So, as long as you want me..." her voice trailed off, unsure of what to do. She froze in place, simply watching, no doubt everything she was feeling apparent in her features.
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