THE ART OF BEING SAM.

SAM BENNETT | TWENTY-ONE | SEATTLE, WASHINGTON. {A NSFW BLOG} Indefinite hiatus

[kenster-allen]

bam-sennett

Kenny was gnawing on his lower lip mischievously as he watched Sam prodding at a few apples and oranges. They never really ate the produce they bought, but it always sat beautifully in a wooden bowl that was constantly sandwiched between take-out containers and pizza boxes. Somehow, the boorish figure managed to pick up a rather large cucumber from the lot of fresh products and approached his girlfriend from behind. With a gesture of his hips and an exaggerated ‘unf!’, he had stabbed Sam right in the behind with the elongated vegetable. The best part was always waiting for Sam’s reaction to one of his many ridiculous antics.

[bam-sennett]

Sam was plainly gazing over some oranges while she stood in the produce section of Costco, attention not even on the oranges but on something completely different and miles away from reality. She was completely zoned out from real life which when with Kenny, being zoned out was almost as dangerous as jumping out of a plane with out a shoot. That’s what made Kenneth’s mischievous move so effected.   “KENNETH,” The blonde wailed suddenly as an aftermath of being stab in the ass cheek with a cucumber. Dropping all of the oranges that she held but one, Sam swiftly turned on the corner of her heel only to stop in front of Kenny and attempt to lob a fairly hard orange at the Irishman’s head. “You small cocked nit, you didn’t even get my butthole. You stabbed my ass cheek.” 

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

Kenneth’s breathing grew labored and he seemed to be having the hardest time doing the simplest of task which usually came with such ease. Thankfully, Samantha had taken it upon herself to get rid of those pesky jeans that’s sensual hug accentuated her backside and hips. The room would spin with the ardor he felt for the girl currently pinned behind the illuminated Christmas tree. His world was completely enamored by the artist, and his hands couldn’t get enough of her curvy frame.They would slither along her sides and hips, occasionally digging his lanky extremities into her supple flesh before grabbing the woman’s rounded face to demand the attention that had already been given. Kenneth’s lips pressed fully against his lust intoxicated lover’s while his waist ground eagerly into hers. No amount of Princess Leia ornaments or tangled lights could distract the male from his primal desire to be one with Samantha. The incredibly rare signs of unarguable need that the woman was exhibiting had been the very detail that drove him into a goddess worshiping frenzy. Shaky hands were now forcing the necessary space between them so Kenny could remove what of his outfit remained, and he had only gotten them to his ankles before he hoisted Samantha up, guiding her thick thighs to fit perfectly around his waist before the barrage of kisses to her neck and chest began.

[bam-sennett]

“Careful,” The artist breathed softly as Kenny squeezed her midsection to hoist her up, bare legs wrapping tightly around his slim frame while her back leaned in supportingly into the wall. This position, being caught between his pointy hipbones and the rough, grainy apartment wall wasn't the comfiest of positions. But for some reason, of which was only known to the artist’s mind, she did not mind it one bit. Perhaps its was Kenneth’s light and sensual kisses coddling her neck that blocked the pain of the wall, or maybe it was the pressure of his attentive member pressing into her thinly clothed middle thigh region that allowed every other sensation to be unfelt by Sam’s nervous system. Either way, the pleasing sensations Samantha was receiving from her partner had not only made her body numb to all other external stimuli, but it also caused the thickly framed girl to respond in pleasure seeking ways. Slowly, Sam’s usual long neck had begun to stretch itself even further sideways to allow Kenny’s kisses to continue gracing her milky decolletage. Her hips began to press forwards in a yearning fashion, thighs and calves alike squeezing Kenneth’s lower body in an attempt to bring his hips closer to her own neither regions; The want to feel more of him invade her bodily space was enthrallingly rampant. Stubby, paint stained numbs which were hysterically called ‘fingers’ had found themselves a home in the roots of Kenneth’s deep brown curls, using them as an anchor of support in such a risky pose.  Samantha was content with this position for the moment of bliss, not a care in the world had funneled through her mind until she realized stupidly that had left her undergarments on.  “Kenny,” she struggled to form simple words in this low level state of bliss. “..I forgot to take off my underwear..”

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

"Why? Can’t take how terrible yer insults are?" Kenneth teased his girlfriend, blinking and licking his lips when feeling her slender digits creeping beneath the hem of his shirt. It was so odd, the things that left him craving Sam in such impure ways. She could probably threaten him with a kitchen knife and he’d still end up distracting her in the same fashion, with her comfortably curvaceous frame pinned gently to the wall, admiring every detail of her while he lured her into his lust filled trap. Or maybe it was the other way around? Kenny was only amused by Samantha’s threat. She had gone completely soft the moment she wrapped her arms around him, so there was no reason for him to fear the pine needles painfully impaling his scrawny backside. "M’not gunna tickle ye." He assured her softly, one hand moving up to cradle her cheek, nudging away a strand of hair. This wasn’t a romantic gesture, but one to tease her with the thought of romance. They had their moments, but Kenny knew all too well that when things got too sappy, then Sam would get a little uncomfortable. Upon feeling the tug of his shirt, he then realized that the artist’s hand had sneakily reached his front. Obeying her silent command, he grabbed the hem and removed the layer with ease, leaning himself against his girlfriend with the same enlivened gaze. Instead of working on her sweater, his own hands had immediately moved to fiddle with the button of her pants, nudging the denim with an eager nibble of his lower lip.

[bam-sennett]

Samantha felt her stomach peak slightly as Kenny removed his tee shirt and began to fumble with the button of her jeans. His lip bite, the light feeling of his knuckles brushing against her lower abdomen, all of it was making the ocean blue hues of the blonde fog up with a storm of lust for the Irishman. Her breathing was becoming deeper and more static, her fingers were exploring more of his chest, the place between her thighs was becoming warmer. "I want you," she couldn't help but breathe out into the air between them as she pressed herself further back into the wall in an attempt to tighten his tautness against her own body. Sam felt almost desperate to be touched in a way that she hadn't in a while.. or in a couple days at least. Slowly the blondes hands moved themselves away from caressing Kenny's chest, and instead hooked their extremities around the waist of her pants to aid Kenny in removing them. The paint stained denim fell loosely around her legs after the were yanked over her butt and thighs, the thickest part of the woman. It was then shifted to one ankle and finally discarded to the side before she turned her attention back to the Irishman, eyes still flecked with that inviting lust she had had since he pinned her against the wall. 

[atinybeanchild]

[bam-sennett]

Sam's the kind of girl who smiles wildly at babies in public just to get them to smile back. Sam's the kind of girl who would continuously go to one family owned record shop to buy her records because despite them being a little more pricey she feels the desire to support them as their business. Sam's the kind of girl who would stop you while on a hand-held walk in the park to pet all 17 of the dogs that the dog walker was taking care of, giving eat puppy individual pets and loves.

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

Kenny’s stubborn personality wouldn’t allow him to repeat the phrase, even if it felt like his sides were slowly caving in under the constant stimulation. Instead, a mixture of whines and breathless giggles left the boy’s lips, continuing to bow his body in different directions, tiredly trying to evade Sam’s prodding fingers with no avail. “I’m gunna die!” he wheezed out in warning, “I’m gunna die I can’t breathe!" Weakly, Kenneth managed to reach out towards Samantha, pulling her closer, so her hands wouldn’t fit perfectly against his waist anymore. He hadn’t quite the coordination to grab her wrists at the moment, so he tried to do best with the skills he had, and that was clumsily rotating the blonde until her own back was against the wall and kissing her as a hopeful distraction. Before he had enclosed on her, he took a deep breath, his lungs stinging from the sudden expansion and his sides still vibrating. Slowly, Kenneth took hold of Samantha’s hands and reached behind himself, guiding them to wrap around his waist, much like a parent who was teaching their children to be nice and not to smack their siblings for the hell of it. His lips broke the kiss to take another deep breath, in with that breath came a whisper. "You’re the poo weeny ‘ead…"

[bam-sennett]

"Don’t insult me with my own insult," Samantha exclaimed back in the same breathy whisper that Kenneth had used, her arms no longer needing his guiding hand to help her wrap her extremities around his slim waist. They moved beyond on where Kenneth had intended them to go, her fingers slithering down the trail of his spin, underneath the hem and into his shirt. She was calm now, relaxed of her anger and reeling for a little more of his lips against her own, and perhaps a little something more. Of course Samantha felt a bit weary in the pit of her stomach, weary for the fact that maybe all those dramatics had been a way for him to turn the tables on her and instead inflict his own matching form of pay back. "If you tickle me…" The artist warned softly, her most distal extremities softly caresses the bare skin of Kenneth’s back as they migrated to his sides once more. "—I will push you into the Christmas tree and so help me god I won’t pick the pine needles of your arse," she hissed in sensual yet warning tone. In all senses Samantha was being completely honest with Kenny; if he made the slightest move to release a tickle torture upon her she would not hesitate to give him a backward shove into the fragrant decoration that laid behind him. Though she was stern with her warnings the way her sharp nose moved to gently brush against his could have told a completely different story, as would the way her fingers were now moving closer away from his sides again and downwards, more towards the front hem of his shirt; there is where she would tug a little, queuing a removal of the cotton printed tee. Samantha’s eyes were alive now with something much sweeter then anger and far more infectious. It was desire that had begun to burn its way through the blondes system and she could only hope that what silver if tell she held in her eyes were mirrored in Kenneth’s as well.

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

"Am I?" Kenny questioned, though he was too on edge to be flattered by the compliment, guarding his chest with open palms pointed towards his girlfriend. She had easily slipped passed his pathetic defenses, causing the Irishman to shutter as her fingers crawled along his sides, ready for a pinch or a flick or anything of that nature. "Don’t do that," he warned, arms now crossed over his chest, his previously open palms holding each of his shoulders, anticipating abuse to be delivered to his collar or neck, "you’ll confuse m’body an’ make my cock all hard!" Kenneth chortled, both in response to his own words and to the sudden sensation that was being caused by Samantha’s fingertips moving diligently against his sensitive stomach. "Hey! No! Stop it!" he whined, his body slouching in an attempt to wiggle out of his pinned position as he was being teased by the previously upset woman. Being tickled was one of those things that completely wrecked his ability to move, his body tensed and focused on the strange tickling that forced endless streams of laughter to bellow from his lips. All he could do was scrunch and occasionally jostle his body, but it was no use. "Okay! Okay! You’re a poo weeny ‘ead! Please stop!”

[bam-sennett]

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Samantha questioned her struggling boyfriend in a louder, much more jubilant tone. "I think you're referring to the wrong person-- all you gotta say is 'I, Kenny Allen, am a poo head weeny,' Then I'll stop!" Her fingers were still working on playfully torturing his toned and boney sides, but in a much more mellow, and loving manner. She no longer held the desire to torture him for his insubordination, just watching him squirm in the corner, trapped by a wall and the Christmas tree was enough for the artist to release her vendetta. "Come on, Kenneth!" Sam coaxed, her body working to move in towards him, further trapping him between the wall and herself. "I just wanta here you say it once and I swear i'll stop. Come on."  

[ken-kenny-blog]

Shut up ya fuckin’ seat sniffer, you know what I mean.

[samabenn]

Oh go suck a dick. 

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

"Don’t ye dare throw the Princess!” Kenny howled, clearly seeing the ornament she grabbed from the box, but made no move to snatch it from her hand. He was aware he’d have his own bitten off if he even attempted it. After illuminating the tree, he tried to remain stealthy, using the expensive decoration as a much needed barrier. “Just remember all of the times I’ve been a good boyfriend!” Kenneth screeched, a mix of terror and amusement filling his apartment as Samantha approached his hiding place. “Okay, okay, a decent boyfriend!” The young Irishman took a step backwards, nearly tripping over the plugged in cord and hit the corner behind him. Another laugh left his lips, but he quickly silenced it, holding his hands out in hopes that he could keep her just out of punching range if she got any closer. “Ya’know you’re super hot when you’re mad?!”

[bam-sennett]

"And you're super hot when you're scared," she jabbed at Kenny, her fingers crawling up his sides disguised as ones headed for his curls but really they were headed to his stomach to tickle him. "--But that's not gonna stop me from getting my revenge!" Samantha's extremities moved to make erratic patterns of painful finger fluttering over his stomach, focusing on the sides of his ribs and around his belly button. Oh she had wanted to do something much more painful to him, but the fact that he was actually scurrying from her and the potential accident of him tripping over the light cord had her calming down, wishing only to inflict playful torture now rather than real. "Admit that you're a poo head weeny, and i'll forgive you," Sam commanded over her giggles of ticking Kenny who had been corned successfully. "Come on say it and i'll stop." Her fingers were still working against his graphic tee, tiredly but successfully ready to  dodge his foreseen attempts to swat her hands away. 

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

Kenny was waiting for the fireworks; he knew Sam was bound to explode when he had pretended to be so careless, but he hadn’t anticipated an immediate grand finale. When one of the ornaments was tossed at him, he barked out a laugh, not quite dodging it. “Hey now! Soothing sounds, indoor voices!” The quip had been responded to with the next ornament whizzing aggressively passed his head, causing him to pause and access the dangerous situation. “Wait…” he began, hands held up high in surrender. “Chill out! It was just a joke!” Before she could grab one of the more delicate tree decorations, Kenneth scurried passed her, grabbing the end of the light strand and made haste to plug it into the wall. “I WANT AN APOLOGY!” He shouted from behind the tree, protected by the green barrier between them. Knowing Samantha, she might be even more infuriated by the fact that it was a joke, but sex was always better on the evenings she found him particularly obnoxious.

[bam-sennett]

"A JOKE?" She cried, body about ready to charge her boyfriend in an attack of hair pulling and ear tugging. "You think telling me the lights don't work as soon as I wrap them all up is a JOKE?" Samantha held the most delicate of all ornaments in her hand as she scorned the Irish male, the princess Leia one all sparked out with her brad buns to match. She was about to lob it at him for what would be her third attack just as he scrambled past her and moved to plug in the lights, reveling that they all worked and she had freaked out for nothing but a ruse. The rage that was fuming side the blonde could easily slip through her system and into her hand allowing her to crush the gentle ornament, leaving plastic shards in crumbles between her clasped hand as the aftermath; thank god she let the ornament drop to her side once the plugged in lights illuminated her peripheral vision. "The only apology you're gonna get is this Christmas ass kicking i'm about to give you." Sam turned quickly towards the tree, eyes noticing Kenny's graphic tee shirt peaking through the breaks in the branches. Spotted.  If she could see him she knew he could see her and it was impractical to run after the boy if he could just slip around the Christmas tree and into the open space of the living room, but she did so anyways. The blonde made haste to take the opposite route as he did in order to try and trap him in the little space between the tree and the wall. There is where she would inflict her revenge with a flick of the nose or two and perhaps some ear tugging as well, if only he didn't make an escape for it. 

[miss-accacia27]

Jennifer Lawrence

[seaquell]

Jennifer Lawrence eating pizza at the Louisville vs. Kentucky basketball game [x]

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

Kenny was once again immensely proud of himself. His pouting had failed him once or twice, but it didn’t this time around. He seemed to be getting away with a lot, maybe Sam just wanted him to shell out to buy her a really nice gift. “Then I’d jus’ pout until ya agreed t’stay over.” he quipped, though they both knew that Kenny was not above whining whenever the opportunity presented itself. He allowed her to do as she pleased with the lights, since he highly doubted she’d let them be if he were the one in charge of the way the tree looked. Ladies needed everything to be perfect, that was one useful thing he had learned from his father, and that was to always let a woman have her way. Kenneth did as he was told, feeding when she tugged, and feeding when she didn’t tug, and feeding some more, watching her circle around the tree. “Ya’know what would really suck? If these lights don’t even work once we get’em up there.” The curly shithead had already checked the lights, but that was a secret. He had to cause a little Christmas mischief. 

[bam-sennett]

In the mists of struggling to reach the middle top half of the tree Sam stopped, fingers falling to grab an ornament out of the box as an object to lob at him for what had just escaped from his mouth. Her face had instantly went from getting over her sudden annoyance to slipping right through it and into anger. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" the blonde wailed, her eyes wider than the had ever been. All that hard work for nothing. "YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO CHECK YOUR LIGHTS THAT YOU STOLE?" Samantha's arm moved to throw the clutched Christmas bobble at his torso and then after a moment of cease fire, her fingers reached down again to grab another, this time lobbing it at his head. "HOW DUMB CAN ONE PERSON BE? AFTER I JUST STRUGGLED TO GET IT ALMOST UP THERE. FOR FUCKS SAKE KENNETH." She was so frustrated that she could practically take the Christmas star they were to put upon the top of the tree and stab him in the jugular with it. 

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

"She gave them to me!" Kenny confessed, his expression only briefly rotted in response to Samantha’s continuous scolding. "Okay, she didn’t give ‘em to me, but she said, and I quote: ‘I don’t give a fuck where they go as long as they’re out of my apartment’.” The Irishman was pouting now, stubbornly planting his feet to the floor. “They would’ve went straight to the dump! People ‘round ‘ere do this kinda thing all the time! An old lasses trash is another man’s treasure?” His pouting had only been physical up until this point, but now, he was letting out audible whines. He didn’t plan on apologizing to the woman for putting her garbage to good use. In fact, he was fairly certain she had seen carrying in the old box of lights, and she didn’t say a word about it. “I guess I’ll ‘ave t’do it m’self then.” Kenny was now turned, back to his girlfriend, making sure his whimpers were audible as he began to dress the bottom of the tree.

[bam-sennett]

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Samantha moaned as her eyes rolled back into her head, legs flinging themselves off the couch to plant themselves on the ground. Normally she would have encouraged him to pout, to get it all out of his system so she could scold him again into defeat but Christmas time was different. The blonde was soft in these hecksome weeks, filled to her dark little head with a holiday joy only santa could challenge; it made her soft with him which was never a good thing. "FINE, FINE, just stop whining or I won't stay over tonight you asshat." Sam's feet had rooted themselves in the ground next to him as she joined Kenny, her fingertips grazing over the back of his hands lightly so she could slip her extremities in-between his own and take control of the light string to wrap it properly. A menacing glace was thrown to the curly haired boy as she began to move around the tree, tugging on the string so often that she threw a glance at him to help her. "Would you hold the lights and feed some too me?" Her blue eyes were wandering around the side of the tree to asked him for spiteful help. Pretty soon she wouldn't be able to reach and they would have to switch jobs, but for now she would do the threading to make sure it was done with care and not carelessly. 

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

Kenneth silently shook his head in protest. It didn’t matter where Leia went, as long as he could happily place the Death Star at the center of the tree. Sam had made the task of unknotting look so painful, but once he got the prong attachment on the end through the first few loops, then the rest was smooth sailing. “The lady next door would throw ‘em out, ya think I bought these?” he questioned, brow raised though his hues lingered on the lessening mess of knots. With a bit more maneuvering and a momentary break to copy Samantha for a taste of his own hot chocolate, he had untangled the mass and once again presented it proudly. “I did a good boyfriend thing.” he smirked, leaning towards the blonde with a kittenish grin. Instead of meeting her lips this time, he instead pecked her jaw, finding it awfully hard not to embrace her in some way or another every few minutes. If he were on the outside looking in, he’d probably puke from the amount of fuzziness he had been chugging during the Christmas season. He was only taking full advantage of Samantha’s cheerfulness. “I think that means I get t’put the Death Star wherever I wan’?” He immediately darted from the sofa, carrying the lights towards the tree like an energetic child having anticipated decorating for much too long. “Come on then, get off yer bum an’ ‘elp me.”

[bam-sennett]

Samantha expression turn a turn for the scolding as Kenny talked about the woman next store and how she had thrown out her lights. "You didn't steal these from her trash did you?!" The artist reached over to flick the Irishman in the arm while setting her cocoa behind his head onto the table behind the couch, "That's stealing you idiot! I can't believe you took them from her!" Her eyes were wide and expressive as she wanted him quietly untangle the rest of the lights in a hasty fashion and display them for her, his words prideful and just waiting to be cut down by Samantha's sour yet playful vengeance, "Good boyfriends don't steal from neighbor old ladies so they don't have to go buy lights. God Kenny why are you so cheap." This time around as he leaned over to embrace her once again, Samantha fought it, thankful in the end that he went for the jaw and now her lips as she would have surely bit him instead. "It would have meant that if you hadn't stole the lights!" She expressed irritably, ignoring his call to action to instead glare at him from the couch. "I'm not putting those lights up until you go across the hall and tell that old lady what you stole from her trash." Samantha crossed her arms and snuggled herself back into the couch as a protest, much like one would see in the sixties as some hippy chaining themselves to a building or tree. 

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

[kenster-allen]

Kenny immediately grumbled, retrieving the ornament from the tree. “Nag nag, criticize criticize, maybe if ye’d ‘urry up?” There wasn’t a single hint of malice in his tone, only unaffected charm and happiness. He ambled towards his girlfriend, Death Star in hand before placing it carefully back into the box. “Leia is goin’ on top, not the middle.” He argued in a soft whisper, his hands now pressing against the back of the couch, arms hovering by each of Samantha’s sides so he could lean down, placing a firm kiss to her lips before plopping down next to her. He reached over he lap, grabbing at the heap of tangled strands and searched for the end. He wasn’t an expert at untangling anything, but he had spent a good portion of his childhood helping his father with exterior lights, which meant he was often dubbed the untangling elf. He never minded things like this as long as it kept his mind busy. The curly headed young man propped his feet up on the ottoman, reclining as he began to fish the end of the strand through wide and tight loops. “Isn’t this why people jus’ toss out old lights an’ invest in new lots every year?”

[bam-sennett]

"I'm trying!" She snorted, her hands toying with the end of the lights again, "It's just some damn Irishman doesn't know how to wrap lights up after he's done using them," Samantha's ocean blue hues flickered up from the tangle mess to dance upon Kenny's as she smirked at him, her tone just as jubilant as his had been. He honestly didn't know how to properly wrap up lights. She continued to watch him with an eye of sweet judgement  while he unhooked the ornament from the tree and placed it into the box, talking words of placing Leia at the top of the tree as he stalked towards her. "She's not the Christmas angel you tit, she's going on the tree not at the top--" Sam's hands had stalled while her head tilted up gently at a slight angle to meet his lips half way, eyes closing so her buds could relish in their warm embrace with his, wanting to linger there when he pulled away to plop down next to her. Though they had been together for what seemed like ages, his kiss never got old; she could marvel in the shape of his lips against her for what would possible be forever. "Who the hell throws out perfectly good lights and buys new ones every year?" The artist questioned dumbfoundedly, her fingers reaching for her cup of cocoa so she could take a sip and admire her hard working boyfriend. She may have over acted on her struggle of de tangling the lights..

[kenster-allen]

Deck the Halls | KennyxSam

Kenny looked down into the box of ornaments he had collected over the years of living on his own. They mixed well with a few that Samantha had brought over so they could have a fully decorated Christmas tree standing tall in the west corner of the Irishman’s apartment living room. It brought about a plethora of feelings, those of joy and togetherness, things that usually came with this time of year. The season of giving was rapidly approaching, and it left the couple in high, goofy spirits. “Here’s the Death Star!” Kenneth announced, proud that he owned the nerdy ornament, dangling it from his fingers to present it to his girlfriend. He approached the tree, hands still a little sappy from setting the tree up, and placed it on the first limb he laid his eyes on. “There, we’re done.” he teased, seeing as it was the only decoration on the tall pine.

[bam-sennett]

As Kenny dug through the box of mismatched ornaments Samantha's plainly dress frame sat tucked up on the couch with a ball of white tinted lights, her own fingers wrestling with a mass of tangled cords. It was a frustrating mess, one that would cause the blonde to eventually lose her temper as she toyed with the ball of evergreen rubber coated wires and bulbs. She was working skillfully to try and find the loops and knots where she would re-feed the end wire through to produce a nice string of un knotted Christmas lights; it wasn't working through, the more she de tangled the worse it got. Kenny's annoying voice wasn't helping either-- "Kenneth you can't stick the bobbles on just yet, we haven't even gotten the damn lights on, more so even untangled them." Sam's fingers dropped the ball of green, tangled wires onto the ottoman and sat back to view her boyfriend hyped up on candy canes placing nerdy ornaments onto the tree. "You can't put the death star there, in the middle of the tree! I was gonna put the princess Leia one there! Take it off and come help me with the lights before I rip them apart." She commanded, hands ready to delve back into tackling the lights. Sam loved christmas, but detangling lights was at the top of her shit list.