[mm] You were an exquisite waste of time.

Apr 02, 2010 13:47

[Set in pushedtoedges. Sam is wentdwnthatroad and not used with permission so much as unknowingly borrowed. I promise to return him as I found him.]

In the village, there was nothing to do but waste time.

No battles to fight, nothing to worry about. It was like a indeterminate vacation, one that didn’t seem to have a finite end. You were just expected to go about your life until the day you weren’t there anymore, and then you just went back to who you were before, without a memory or a thought of the place you used to be in. It was an uncomfortable way to live for the most part, and would normally give one the impression to not get too attached to whatever was around them. That line of thinking should have ended with her not climbing into bed with Sam Winchester.

Getting attached to Sam would just lead to him disappearing. Falling for Sam would only end in her getting hurt. True, it was better than being alone, but she would only have him until one of them went back where they belonged. It would either end with her being alone again or going to Hell, and she couldn’t say she was fond of either option. It always managed to slip into her mind just when she was waking up in the morning.

And then she felt the soft touch of Sam’s fingers against the curve of her back, and everything else seemed incredibly unimportant.

“Did I wake you up?”

She could hear the smirk, even if she wasn’t facing him. Mostly because the question was just a formality and he already knew that she was awake, never mind the fact that even if he did, he wasn’t about to apologize for it. She hummed softly at the touch, pushing up against his fingers until his hand was pressed flat against her back.

“Does it matter?”

“No,” he chuckled. “Probably not.”

“Thought so,” she whispered, her eyes closing when he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Were you waking me up for a reason?”

He made a small, non-committal noise, letting his hands continue to wander over her sides gently. “Have plans today?”

She shook her head as she shifted under him, rolling over and pulling him with her, so she could soak in the feel of him on top of her. Contact pushed those nagging doubts and worries to the back of her mind. It distracted her long enough to remind her that she was happy, and that no one who had been here had returned to whence they came as of yet. Maybe people here didn’t go back where they came from. Maybe they really were stuck here.

That wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

She met him lazily when he kissed her, a slow drag of lips against her own that wasn’t really meant to go anywhere. Everything about this morning was shaping up to be slow and languid, the kind were time dragged on at a snail’s pace. “Do you?”

“Probably should go see Dean at some point, but it’s not urgent,” he replied, staying close and letting his nose brush against hers. “I’ve got time.”

She hummed again softly at that. “I could make breakfast?”

“Sure,” he whispered before leaning in to kiss her again. Neither of them seemed to want to move, at least in a major way. Their bodies only shifted so that they were wrapped around each other more, limbs tangled in a way that only careful timing could reverse, and while she knew that eventually, they would get down to the kitchen and eventually they would move on with their day, for right now, that fact seemed like an eternity away. It wasn’t as though either of them really needed to go anywhere.

As far as they were concerned, they had all the time in the world to waste.

625 words

comm}: mad muses, verse: sam}: pushed to edges, with}: sam winchester

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