DEMANDS MAKE IT SO ; private, sammy

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    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]Since deer stopped replying to her messages, dreamíe decided to go ahead and make.


    Jinora had been meaning to talk to her boyfriend. She'd meant to talk to him during Cara's coma, and she was tempted to tell him about Cain's memory/emotional loss (but the temptation faded), but never got around to it. Then she got promoted, and was going on trial either next week or the week after, and she had to figure out if she really wanted this position; then Cara came back and Carain was ruined and she and to tell Cara about Cains—and fuck, she had a hell of a lot of stuff on her mind.


    Wearing a sweatshirt that was a size too big and shorts that didn't even show beneath the length of the sweatshirt. Her bare toes dug into the sand, and the sea breeze whipped her hair around her face. Jinny had texted Sammy to meet her at the beach, but whether he got that text or not, she didn't know.
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    tidalclan lieutenant ★[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: snow;][size=7pt]sammy wasn't that in touch with the lastest drama, even if it did include his brother and girlfriend. was cara even cain's girlfriend anymore? because they seemed to act more as just friends than make our buddies. this was a prime example of how he wasn't inside the gossip group. but he did want to be part of it, especially since jinora was bascially stuck in it. and when he got the text from her, he knew that maybe this could be the chance. and also the chance to cuddle and such.




    with his green flannel shirt and typical jeans, sammy looked like as if he was going on as of normal. and he kinda was. seeing jinora was kinda a normal thing when they weren't busy struggling with their promotions and such. he really wanted to change that, so he'd be able to see her every day. yes, he was lovestruck, but hey, wasn't anyone? seeing his girlfriend not that far from him, the barefoot giant of a teen walked over slowly to her, hoping to not catch her attention. once behind her, he got on his knees and aimed to wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder. "hello there."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinny didn't mean to become associated with a drama group -- it just so happened to be that CaraLynn was basically her soul sister, and Cains...er, well, Cains needed help. But he was a good friend, too. She'd take the time out of her day for both of them.


    She jumped the slightest bit when someone slid up behind her. "Sammy," She murmured, the faintest trace of a smile dancing on her features. She placed a small hand on his cheek and pressed her lips to the other in a quick kiss, happy that he was here. Sammy was good at counseling, right? He could help her.


    "Congratulations on your promotion." Jinora said, leaning into his chest. She was genuinely excited that he had taken a step up -- he deserved it. Other than that, Jinny was trying to ignore the sand on her knees, and maybe get some sort of conversation going so she could ease into what she wanted to say -- instead of dumping her problems on him like a bucket of water.
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    sammy was the go-to guy when you have a crisis. other than kobra who was the therapist, he was the counselor. should he be proud of that? yeah, maybe. he kissed her back quickly before she separated from him, giving her a goofy smile. the smiles were just normal in the relationship- he was still hella awkward with the cuddling and such. "jinora," he said softly.



    once she lent on her chest, she shuffled around to create a more comfortable position for the both of them. he missed this a lot, cuddling and just being the couple he always imagined them to be. hearing her statement, he let out a small chuckle. "thanks babe. but i gotta say, your promotion is better." he was in a higher position than he was, which was pretty important. important as in awesome. in charge of the medical team? that was an accomplishment.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]"That's what you think." She said in reply. Jinora loved her new position -- she just hoped Cain didn't expect a violent turn in her personality (because, hell, there was no way that was happening). She was still the same old, strictly non-violent (unless it came to her friends) Jinora Grace she'd come to TidalClan as.


    Feeling the surf wash over her toes, the girl took a thin finger and traced circles around Sammy's knuckles. "I, um..." Jinny trailed off for a moment. What was she trying to say? Hell, she didn't even know. "What's it like to be lieutenant?" She asked.
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    ★ sammy pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, possibly to just relax her just a bit. "yeah, that's what i think. and maybe you should think that as well. you're in charge of one of the most passionate thing you believe in. that's pretty great if you ask me." he said back softly, watching the low tides churn against the sand. he missed these days- days that weren't filled with working and living up an expectation.


    like jinora, he started to lazily draw little patterns on the clothed stomach of his girlfriend, trying to not frequently kiss her. he didn't know if it was uncomfortable to her or not, and didn't really want to ask- it'll make things super awkward. "the life of a lieutenant... well, you have a small crew to take charge of, giving them orders and hosting little meetings to get goals for our home. as well as for us, to see what we can do to contribute as a whole group. it's a bit hectic at moments either my sister clinton leading them besides me, but it's fun."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora smiled. "I love it. I'm just afraid I won't live up to Cain's expectations. I'm not exactly a war general." She pointed out, turning her head so her forehead rested against his neck. She wondered if Cain had another motive for hiring her -- he knew she was anything but violent. Except for that one time she was yelling at him.


    As his finger traced her shirt and the fabric pressed against her skin, Jinora instinctively smiled, as it tickled a little bit. She was rather ticklish, unfortunately, and her stomach was a major weak spot. "That sounds so nice. You know exactly what you're supposed to do. I mean, I have an idea about the main concept of my job, but I haven't fully grasped the concept, you know? I'd read up on it, but I can't find anything about the commander position, surprisingly." She sighed.
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    ★ sammy let out a small hum, understanding her compleatly. when he was first promoted, he had no idea what to do as a lieutenant- a marine captain as it was before. but cains was nice enough to explain it to both clint and him. "i highly doubted he did it so you can fight. but more for your social and leadership skills. because you are pretty good at those." heck, he wasn't that good at leading anyone, but cains thought he was a good leader, so here he was. blinking, he wrapped the arms more tightly around her, suddenly thinking of what could happen if she were in the battlefields. horrible things if she had to fight someone... no, it wasn't time to think of that. no need to be negative now. but instead he was thinking about the commander position. what was it really? help around of course, but the main concept was very vague. "mmm, i see where you're coming from. i read up as well about all the ranks before being promoted, and these things were self explanatory except the commander job. they really need to explain it more, huh?"


    noticing the slight smile once he started touching her stomach, he got a small idea. with his foments still playing around the area, he added a little bit less pressure, but moved around his fingers like little worms. but he didn't want to focus on that. instead he sighed. "the ocean looks so beautiful... like you."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]"I should hope he didn't promote me because of my fighting skills," She laughed, feeling her heart rise along with the mood of the conversation. "Or else Cain might need more help than I realized." The brunette shifted around, feeling the foamy water drain away the sand beneath her heels. Listening to his compliment, Jinora felt herself blush. She'd always thought she was a bit bossy and snobbish when it came to her job, but decided not to say that. She was all that, huh? A good leader and good socializer? That was new. A nerd good at socializing? Never thought she'd hear the day. Pressing her lips to his neck just beneath his jaw, she smiled. "They just need to give us what we can and can't do. I mean, I think I can give out weekly tasks, but...I'll wait for my trial week before doing that." Jinora felt her hands getting clammy at the thought of her trial week. Oh, god, she was going to fail that so hard.


    As Sammy began drumming his fingers against her stomach, Jinora giggled, squirming around like a normal person being tickled. "Sammy!" She gasped, breathless with laughter now. "That -- that tickles!" The brunette tried to push his strong hands away, but to no avail. She would've kissed him for his next comment, had she not been laughing so hard.
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    ★ deer was smacking herself because she unsubscribed from this thread.
    whoops.


    sammy have a smile at the pressure on his neck, feeling quite great all of a sudden. well, it shouldn't really be a surprise- jinora always made him feel great. it must've been a superpower of hers, seeing as how it was hard to make him very happy. happy, sure. but super happy? wow, that was an achievement. "don't worry. you're going to do great. you have a lot of people who can help you anyway. you're not alone." he actually wasn't sure if this was some sort of good advice, but he was trying. especially if it was for his girlfriend. to ensure that everything was going to be fine, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. yeah, that should settle it.


    but oh, this did. so she was ticklish! laughing loudly, he once again pressed his fingers towards her stomach, soon moving them to her ribs. he was ticklish as well, so he knew what places someone could be ticklish with. "not going to stop~" he said in a song-song voice, clearly amused with her reaction.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]dreamie didn't blame deer -- she was awful at keeping up with private threads.


    Jinora continued to writhe from his tickling, still trying to push his hands away. Unfortunately, she could hardly breathe, and her ribs hurt. Well, they hurt even more when Sammy began tickling them. Gasping for breath, she tried to turn around, and attempt to knock him over, shoving her fingers into his sides. "If I'm ticklish, you must be, too!" She laughed breathlessly. Jinora missed the moments they spent together, even if they were both covered in sand.


    After a while, Jinny was getting tired. She rested her head on his chest, trying to relieve the cramps in her sides. She could taste the gritty sand in her mouth, but didn't really mind. She could just wash it out later with a cold cup of water. Gazing at Sammy through half-closed optics, Jinora smiled. "You want to take this inside? We could go to my place this time. I've got a couple couches in there." She murmured, drawing a line down his chest.
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    ★ and of fuck, this wasn't good at all. as he was laughing more at her attempts to push him off, he was surprised and let out a pathetic scream when he had now been flipped around. and soon was laughing loudly, squirming around from her actions. "ah, no, stop! i'm sorry, you win!"


    with tears already down his cheeks because of his sudden burst of laughter, he let out a relieved sigh when she had finished. wiping them away, he looked down and gave a sheepish smile. "yeah, let's go inside. i'm sure there's sand already in my jeans." resting there for a few more seconds, he wiggled a bit out beneath her to stand up. holding out his hand, he had a small smirk on his face because of his plans next.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]"Same." She said, sitting back so he could stand up. Jinny brushed the sand off of her knees, and then slipped her hand into his, allowing Sammy to pull her up. With that, she tried to brush the sand off the rest of herself, feeling the grainy substance scrape her back where it had gotten inside her sweatshirt. Glancing at her boyfriend, she wedged her chin between her thumb and forefinger, considering him. He had sand all over the front of his shirt. Frowning, Jinny caved into her OCD neat-freak side, and stepped forward, brushing the palms of her hands down his chest to get rid of the stuff. "If only the beach didn't have sand." She said, smiling.


    Once again slipping her fingers through his, Jinora aimed to lead him along the path that trailed up to the mall. It was completely dark now, and stars dotted the sky. Many of the shops had their doors closed and lights off as Jinny slipped through the mall, trying to go unnoticed by the people that weren't asleep. Jinny had never been one to have insomnia, but she did occasionally stay up reading. And last night, she'd been unfortunate enough to get a bad night's sleep -- which meant her lights were off, because she'd slept in so late. Pushing open the glass doors to her PB Teen store, Jinora stepped in, and tugged her sweatshirt off, leaving nothing on her torso but a sports bra. What? Her sweatshirt was full of sand.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px;][justify][size=9pt][font=times new roman]as they started to walk, he couldn't help but put on an uncomfortable look. there seemed to be more than sand in his pants, as it seemed like little pebbles were also in them. he muttered to himself on how anyone can stay in the beach for so long. but he didn't do anything since jinora was here.


    entering the much cooler shop, the first thing he did was take off his shoes. little grains popped onto the floor, but he brushed them off to lay beside his shoes. though still giving that look of discomfort, he stood up and looked up. and he never felt his face turn do red easily. without much hesitation, he covered his hazel-green eyes to shield himself from her. "j-jesus!"

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Hearing him, Jinny turned around, thinking something was wrong. Of course, she sighed and smiled when she noticed his blush, and his massive hand covering his eyes. "Oh my god, Sammy." She laughed, glancing down at her sports bra. For a fleeting moment, like any teenage girl, she hoped he didn't think she was fat (it ran through every girl's head; it was impossible, though, for Jinora to be fat, since she was a vegetarian. She was practically a stick). Besides, girls ran around the mall all the time with only their sports bras on. It wasn't an uncommon sight.


    Ignoring his embarrassment, Jinora shook out her sweatshirt and hug it over the line on her hammock, making a mental note to wash it out later. Then she yawned and put her arms up over her head in a luxurious stretch. She might've put a T-shirt on -- had it not been the middle of summer. Turning back to Sammy, she tugged on her ear thoughtfully for a moment, wondering what to do next. Her brain was becoming sluggish and drowsy with the thought of sleep -- but she didn't want to go to bed. Not yet. She wasn't that tired.
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    ★ this wasn't good one bit. "s-sorry! it's just... i'm trying to be respectful here." he said those last words in a hushed tone, clearly not used to seeing girls in sports bras. he knew that because it was summer, the boys usually were shirtless (including him) around the mall, as well as the girls in their bras. but he didn't state at the girls because he thought it was... he didn't actually know. disrespectful? he was raised this way, and wouldn't dare to break it.


    but after a few seconds of just standing there, the male finally took some tension off his arms and started to slowly take off his hands. if jinora hasn't said anything to tell him it was not okay for him to look, then that meant she didn't mind, right? well even if it didn't, he was still doing it. opening his hazel-green eyes, he looked at jinora and gave a sheepish smile. with the blush still on his face, he began to tug off his shirt. "well, if my girlfriend is shirtless, i think i have the right to be shirtless as well."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]She was sixteen and he was too (dreamie was assuming), and he couldn't even see a girl in a sports bra. Jesus Christ. Jinora smiled, and shuffled over to a dresser in one corner. There, she opened a drawer and rummaged through the three T-shirts she actually owned. Unfortunately, she couldn't find one that she liked, so she shrugged and pushed it closed.


    Turning around to find her boyfriend tugging off his own shirt, she laughed at his statement. "There you go, Sammy." Jinny crossed the floor, letting the bottom of her feet skim across the smooth mahogany wood. She loved Sammy -- how quickly he was able to adjust, and how innocently polite he was. It was cute. Pushing herself onto her tiptoes, she braced the palms of her hands against his chest and aimed to kiss him. "Hazy summer days deserve a couple shirtless nights." Jinora pointed out, before walking over and sitting on a rather large leather couch. It was her favorite couch. Could someone love a couch? Yeah, probably.


    (rushed at the end c:)
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    why is dreamie even up this late)
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    "mmm, that is true. i love those nights." he chuckled softly, kissing her back softly. he was usually not shirtless, the most of a shirtless definition for the nerd is a tight shirt, which usually showed most of his upper body. but when he was shirtless, he usually turned off al the lights of his shop and made sure not to show himself to anyone. but jinora would be an exception.


    following her closely, he quite enjoyed her shop. it was so organized and clean, and just spoke jinora everywhere. especially that she actually had furniture and not bean bags like he did in his shop. but hey, it was his choice to bring those in. sitting down beside her, he quickly shifted around to lay on his back, resting his head full of hair in her lap. "now this is the life." he said softly, patting his exposed stomach.
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