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Sam had spent the better part of his day dealing with a post-Seahorse party headache, and vowing to never eat another gummi bear again. Now that he was feeling better, he'd ventured out of his room and gone upstairs to relax on the fourth floor. Flipping through the TV channels had gotten him two Bitterwoman reruns, some cartoons, a news show, and what looked like some sort of movie about pirates, which he quickly decided to leave on.

A few minutes later, when the female pirates started taking each others clothes off, Sam figured out that it wasn't just a pirate movie - it was pirate porn, and he allowed himself to be intrigued for a few moments before realizing that the common room was probably not the best place to watch this sort of thing.

Sam hit the remote to change the channel, and frowned when nothing happened. Smacking the remote against the table a few times and trying again didn't work either, so he got up, went over to the television, and hit the buttons on the front to change the channel. Still nothing. Getting more frantic, Sam reached around to the back of the television and pulled the power cord from the outlet. And yet, the pirate porn remained, and Sam found himself wondering if fleeing would be a viable option.

[*blames this entirely on the FH SPN fans, and Eric Kripke, for giving us Sam canon that consists of "He's afraid of porn."* Ahem. Open to all! The pirate porn is...eclectic, so feel free to have your character come in while a different kind of pair is going at it. All I ask is that if you're somehow capable of fixing the television, please don't. *g*]

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"I'm not either," she said, though she absolutely was, "and why would I try to kill you? I l...like you too much for that. The porn was just a surprise."

Sam frowned. "But you keep mentioning knots and handcuffs and things that are guaranteed to send my thoughts to places that they're not supposed to go," he replied.

"Why aren't they supposed to go there?" Dawn asked, gleeing internally at having found something Sam apparently liked. "I kind of like the idea that they go there."

"You do?" Sam asked. He was really starting to wonder if he'd underestimated how dirty her mind was. "'Cause I mean, I just thought that you wouldn't like that idea. That's why my mind shouldn't go there."

Now that she had thought about it, she really, really, was warming up to the idea. "I don't know that I'd want to start there, but I'm not tossing the idea into a vat of holy water or anything."

Sam snickered at her metaphor. "So, uh...where would you want to start then?"

"At the beginner's level, of course," Dawn rose up on her toes and whispered in Sam's ear.

Sam listened carefully, caught between eye widening wonder, and blushing. "Seriously?"

Blushing slightly herself, Dawn nodded.

And suddenly, Sam wasn't so mad at the television any more. "I like the way you think," he said. "A lot."

"I like the way you think too," Dawn said, kissing his cheek.

Sam grinned. "So, you're not mad at me for the whole porn thing? Because I can totally find a way to make it up to you if you are."

Dawn wasn't mad, but she also wasn't completely stupid. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

"I can think of a few different ways," he said, feeling bold enough to lean over and whisper his ideas to her.

Dawn blushed slightly, then frowned at him, her arms crossed against her chest. "I'm very, very mad at you. Yes. I think you definitely have to make it up to me."

Sam faked his best puppy face and nodded. "Okay. I'll make it all up, I promise."

"You better," Dawn said, trying not to melt into a puddle due to puppy dog face.

Fourth Floor Common Room - Saturday Evening

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