curiously_cora

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When Coraline was a child she had thought university was supposed to be a boring affair, in drizzly England with really old crumbly buildings. What Coraline had found out though at eighteen was that college was a whole other thing. College had cute boys with American accents, it had sprawling campuses with exciting classes, warm weather with beaches, lots of places to explore and lots of new friends to get into trouble with.

Like Sam Witwicky; best friend, fellow dork, captain and general all round nice (hot) guy. It didn't matter that Sam didn't really seem to notice the fact that Coraline was a woman, Cora was just glad to spend time with him. And his totally cool car which Corline was convinced was alive from the few times she had been allowed to get a ride with Sam (once for thanksgiving, where she got to meet Sam's parents who were mental but lovely. And once to the airport where she cried for about an hour after she got on the plane.) Not that Sam ever let on the car was magical or alive or alien or something but Coraline had a knack with these things... she just knew it.

"You know I know, right? The whole magical car thing, I know." Coraline said casually, leaning back against the car. Boots pressed against the tires, Coraline leaned forward looking up towards the dorms where Sam was getting his stuff. Honestly Coraline was curious, an explorer and had known Sam for nearly a year now and even if she hadn't known him for practically a lifetime, she was still Coraline Jones, "So, that's how we're going to play it then, huh?"

Coraline looked at the silent car, smile turning into a grin before she patted the bonnet. Good car.

"Yeah, yeah I'll get you to spill eventually you wait and see Bumblebee." Coraline said, squinting in the early morning light at the familiar sight of her best friend. Waving wildly at Sam, Coraline picked up her bags and bounced on her toes as she waited for him. "Come on Witwicky, we haven't got all day. There are beaches to see, waves to surf, classes to not go to."

Coraline bounded over to Sam as he got near the car. Pouncing on him, Coraline wrapped her arms around Sam and hugged him tight. Coraline pulled back to look at him, grinning.

"Is that what you're wearing? Really? Are you sure? Because I think that Will Turner might want his outfit back, is that pirate chic? All you need now is guyliner and you are all set, do you want to borrow mine?" Coraline asked, reeling off a hundred questions as she grinned goofily at him. "I'm kidding you look... you know."

Hot.

She wasn't saying that. At all.

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Sam was worried for a moment that Coraline didn't like the idea, that maybe he was some creepy guy getting her away from people so he could do... whatever. Apparently she totally got his intention though, that they wouldn't have to deal with all the other crap that was at the beach that made it less than fun.

As she gave the challenge though, Sam was all ready to beat her. Only his seat belt wouldn't unlock for some reason. Apparently Bee was a bit sensitive and didn't like Sam's comments earlier.

"Oh come on!" he shouted, struggling with the belt and what was apparently a locked door. Coraline's door seemed to just swing open on its own. "This doesn't count, this is so not fair!"

"This so counts. See you later slow coach," Coraline said with a grin as she swung her legs out of the... huh open door. Coraline bounced out of the car, tossing Sam a smile over her shoulder as she got a surpising head start. Pulling her tee over her head Coraline threw it behind her, revealing the bikini she was wearing beneath her clothes as she ran towards the gate, vaulting over the fence before landing on the other side and running straight towards the beach. "I'm going to win Witwicky!"

The beach was completely empty, private, quiet and peaceful. Well, peaceful except for Coraline's joyous whooping as she ran towards the water slowing only to pull off her boots and toss them into the sand.

Bee finally opened Sam's door after he yelled at the car and explained just where he was going to put energon and just how hard he was going to shove it. Coraline was already the clear winner, but he didn't want to be too late. Unlocking the gate, Sam threw off his shirt and headed out to the water. He took a moment to appreciate the view, and he didn't mean the lovely surf and sand.

Coraline looked... hot. Not just gorgeous, but seriously fall to the floor, crawl to the door smoking hot.

"Okay, you won," he said, kicking off his own shoes. "That means you have to cook lunch. Congratulations, I'm so jealous."

"Ahuh, remember what happened last time I cooked. I still don't think the soccer team's stomach have recovered from it," Coraline said with a wry grin as she undid her shorts, wriggling them down her legs as she looked up at shirtless Sam kicking off his shoes. Reason number one why Coraline liked going to the beach with Sam wasn't because he was her best friend and awesome, well it was that too but it was mostly how much he was a hidden badass beneath all that rambling dorky best friendness.

Coraline snapped out of her staring, brushing her hair behind her ears and up into a ponytail as she stepped out her shorts.

"Do you really want me to cook? I mean, if you really really want me to then I will. If you think you can handle it that is," Coraline said stretching her arms behind her head as she grinned at him, walking backwards towards the water.

Sam couldn't help but stare as Coraline removed her shorts. The wiggling almost killed him. It was bad enough that she had such long legs and a great ass, but then she had to go wiggling it.

"Alright, maybe I can help you out with the cooking a bit," he said. That actually sounded fun, doing an almost silly thing like that with her. He bet they would have fun if they didn't burn down the house. He hoped they didn't burn down the house, Lennox would be pissed.

"So you approve of the surprise?" he asked, following her into the water.

"A bit? How about a lot?" Coraline said with a pleading sort of smile. Really when it came to cooking Coraline had firmly inherited her father's talents or rather lack of talent in the kitchen area. There was a reason why she ate out a lot or at Sam's or in the dining hall, essentially anywhere other than at hers. "I suppose I could boss you about though. I mean, that's what head chefs do right?"

Coraline smiled, wading backwards into the water. Slipping her shoulders beneath the water, she watched Sam follow her in before mmmming thoughtfully at his question.

"Do I approve of the surprise?" Coraline asked turning to swim a little away from Sam. Biting her lip as she grinned she turned back towards him waiting for him to catch up and waiting until he was close. "Hmmm, yep!"

Coraline grinned, reaching for Sam's shoulders with her hands. Coraline ran her hands over his shoulders, moving in close before she pushed down with all her weight trying to dunk him under water. "Love the surprise."

She was touching him. Coraline was often touching him, small little touches that probably meant nothing. Even if they meant nothing, they felt amazing.

He responded with something like "guhhhhh, bzuh" even before she had pushed him under water. After that, it was all gurgles and burbles as his hands flailed out, grabbing at her to pull her back under. He just hoped he didn't grab anything he shouldn't while his hands were flailing.

Coraline let out an eep, taking a breath as Sam's fingers brushed against her... waist. She was going to say waist and if he said differently well, she'd just blush and lie and say waist. Slipping under the water as he grabbed hold of her and pulled her down with him. Hands slipping down his chest, Cora pressed against him before tugging him up and kicking back to the surface.

Emerging out of the water gasping, Coraline smiled looking for Sam.

Sam popped up behind Coraline and wrapped his arms around her waist and tried to wrestle her back into the water. It was a challenge since he had to be careful where his hands went AND the fact that Coraline was a long stronger and squirmier than she might have looked.

"You shouldn't have started anything that you can't finish!"

"Sam!" Coraline yelped, squirming as a pair of strong warm arms wrapped around her waist. Pressing back into Sam's body, Coraline covered his hands as she pushed back against him wriggling in a bid to get free. "I'll give you finish what I started Sam Witwicky. My name is Coraline Jones, you killed my father prepare to die!"

Coraline laughed as she twisted round, facing Sam with a bright smile as she pressed her hands against his chest still trying to get free. "Revenge will be mine... How are you super strong? You're going down Sam."

"I work out, very wiry," he said. Her hands seemed incredibly warm against his chest, as if his body was trying to draw attention to the fact that she was touching him. Speaking of super strong, Coraline was no weakling.

Rather than admit defeat and let her go, Sam decided that he could take one for the team, team Sam that is, and just dunk them both. Taking a deep breath he sunk underneath the water, pulling her down with him before letting her go.

"Ahuh, I can see that." Coraline said sliding the flat of her palm up across his chest. It would be really easy to just kiss Sam, blame it on a wave pushing her into him or too much sun. Really easy just to lean forward and- Coraline let out a shriek as Sam dropped suddenly and pulled her down with him.

The water was cool against her flushed cheeks and for once she was kind of glad Sam had stopped her with his Samness. She was going to kiss Sam, Sam her best friend who didn't have a clue and who'd probably hate her forever and let things get weird if she had kissed him.

Coraline swam back to the surface, looking at Sam with a seriously annoyed face before splashing him with a grin.

"Jerk. Okay, you win this round Sam. I'm yours to command oh dread pirated one." Coraline said trying to push back the fact that she had almost kissed him.

Sam's head broke the surface near Coraline, just grinning at her. Her smile did all sorts of things to him, making his stomach twist up in knots that he was pretty sure people who saved the world from giant robots weren't supposed to feel. It was a sort of puppy-love-crush kind of feeling, only more so.

He was glad when she splashed him and he had to look away, otherwise he'd get way too lost in that smile and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"Then I claim my prize!" he said, swimming near her and scooping her up in his arms as he started to carry her out of the water. "Can I make some sort of joke about prized pirate booty or is that off limits?"

"What pri-Sam! Put me down!" Coraline yelled, voice going up an octave as Sam scooped her up into his arms. She trusted him not to drop her but she still reached for him, sliding her hands over his shoulders and wrapping around him tight. "You better not drop me Sam."

Coraline clung a little, leaning against him for support as she pressed into him. "What sort of prized pirate booty joke? On a scale of Sam to Leo what are talking about here?"

Sam hadn't really thought so far ahead as to think about how she'd have to hold onto him tightly as he did this, but it worked out pretty good. Distracting, but good. He was fairly sure he wouldn't drop her though.

"Please, you hardly weigh anything," he said. Not quite true, she was a tall girl and while she was lean, she had a decent amount of muscle.

"And talking about your prized booty would probably be closer to Leo than Sam," he admitted. That was also the closest he would probably ever get to complimenting her backside.

Coraline ran her thumb down the back of his neck as she shifted her arms around him, tugging him a little closer. Ignoring the way her heart did that fluttery little dance and the way her cheeks felt flush in the sun, Coraline bit her lip and tried to press those awkward 'Oh God Sam' feelings down.

"Ahuh, yeah the only person prizing my booty is Leo and he hits on anything female that moves or breathes." Coraline said scrunching her face up in disbelief. Guys just didn't ask her out, stared at her breasts yeah occasionally but generally ask her out on a date? Nope. Not that she minded, the only guy she wanted to ask her out was pretty much in the dark about her being a girl at all. "So go on then hit me with your best prized booty joke."

"Are you kidding me?" Sam asked as he set her down on the sand. As much as he would have liked to carry her all the way to the house, it was really, really distracting to have her touch him so much and he was worried he was going to drop her.

Some girls said they were ugly or things like that to fish for compliments, but Coraline wasn't that type, he knew that. She honestly didn't realize just how pretty she was.

"Leo only hits on hot girls. Do you not notice guys, and quite a few girls, checking you out everywhere you go? Your booty? Every guy would love to touch it and every girl wants to have one like it. And that's probably not even your best feature. Do you never look at your legs?"

Sam threw up his hands in frustration and started walking to the house. He wasn't upset or anything, he was just being Sam and really getting up steam.

"Hottest girl ever and she doesn't even know that she's attractive."

Coraline dropped her legs down to the sand, wobbling for a moment and holding onto Sam a little longer than she ought to. Dropping her hands away, Coraline looked at Sam confused as he told her people stared at her.

"I'm gawky, enough boys told me that. Gawky and flat chested, okay not flat chested anymore but you know the point still stands no one asks me out. If I'm that attractive someone would've asked me out," Coraline said, lips parted as Sam started to walking towards the house. Coraline knew what Sam was like when he got like this, he got all well Sam-like. Coraline ran after Sam, catching up to him finally. "Are you angry at me?"

"What? No, no, no. I'm not angry. It's just... I don't know," he said. He wasn't sure why he was acting like this other than Coraline did weird things to his head and made it hard to think straight.

"And guys don't ask you out, because you're intimidating. I mean, you're nice and funny and smart and gorgeous. The only guys with enough guts to ask you out are frat douchebags and even then they're just trying to get in your pants. Look, I am a straight guy. I have been interested in girls since I had a giant curly afro in sixth grade. I am an expert on this. You are the hottest girl I have ever seen."

Coraline reached out for Sam, wrapping her hand around his wrist and pulling him to a halt. Breathing slowly, calming down, Coraline looked at him curiously as he explained what she hadn't seen, what she still didn't see. Coraline bit her bottom lip, worrying it with her teeth before exhaling slow.

"But you're not a douchebag and you're not intimidated by me and you've never asked me out." Coraline said quietly, brushing her hair back behind her ear. "I mean, if I'm the hottest girl you've ever seen- which is impossible by the way I've seen pictures of her and she's more pouty than me. But if I was the hottest girl then why haven't you just I don't know asked me out."

"Because I'm just me, and you're way out of my league," Sam said. He wished that he didn't have to say it, that he could have gone on pretending that all that was standing between them going out was him not asking.

"And I'm afraid soon you'll realize that and you'll be bored of me. I don't want to lose one of my best friends because I thought I had a chance."

"Sam, you know the Princess Bride and you don't mind me talking about Indiana Jones for hours or showing you the really gross pictures from Biology. And you're not scared to be around me with guns and you get into trouble with me and you get private beaches so we can spend time together. And I'm prety sure your car is alive and you wear really dorky pirate shirts and don't care. And you're really not smooth at all but I don't care because-" Coraline said for once in her life not asking a single question. There was no question about any of that. Sam was, by far, the best friend she could have ever had but she didn't just want that not if there was a chance they could be something more. And if it didn't work out, she wouldn't let it change them at all. "-because you're my best friend and you have a chance okay, a really big one. Well, I mean less of a chance and more of a certainty."

Coraline waited for a moment, always impatient before sighing and rolling her eyes. "You're an idiot Sam Witwicky," Coraline said before pulling Sam's arm and body towards her before kissing him firmly on the lips.

Even when she kissed him, he wasn't sure what was going on, or maybe it was because she was missing him because her lips were soft and firm and felt really good. Out of a lack of anything for them to do, his hands slid up to cup her cheeks and kiss her more.

After a moment, he finally broke the kiss to catch his breath. His heart was pounding in his ears and his knees felt really, really weak.

"Wha- why did t you ever say anything or let me know? We could have been kissing all this time."

Hesitantly, she slid her hands around Sam's back cautiously pressing her fingertips up against wet skin and sliding up his spine. Tugging him close to her, Coraline leaned into his body smiling at the touch of his hands against her cheeks. It was different to how she had imagined it, better even, the way he made her stomach flipflop inside when he kissed her like that.

"Sam," Coraline mumured with a smile when he broke the kiss. Shrugging Coraline looked up at him curiously. "I didn't think you liked me like that. I mean, I tried to show you but remember that dress I wore to one of the parties, the really short blue one? I thought you might have said something then if you liked me but you didn't so I just thought that you didn't like me."

Coraline bit her lip, grinning at him. "We could have been kissing? How much kissing are we talking about? How much kissing have you been thinking about?"

"Because you reduced me to monosyllabic words by wearing that dress and your name is more than one syllable. I wouldn't have been able to get anything out, just grunts," Sam said. He remembered that dress and he really, really liked her in that dress. It had been short.

"And, uhhh, all the kissing? I mean, we wouldn't have had to put an upper limit on it. All the stuff we had been doing we could have just added kissing to it. And touching, uh, I mean.... you touching. I like your touching."

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