Drabbles - Dreams (One each for Sam and Brigitte)
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Brigitte -
Brigitte stood in the doorway of the greenhouse, staring out at the rain. Silent tears were streaming down her face, but she refused to make a sound. She didn’t want to disturb Sam, he was working on his newly-repaired black orchid and she didn’t want to be the cause of him breaking it... again.
Brigitte was completely wrapped up in her thoughts. It had been a year since Ginger had died at her hands, and only weeks since she and Sam had returned to Bailey Downs so that she and Sam could settle everything before they moved into their new home, hundreds of miles away...
So wrapped up in her thoughts was she, that she didn’t notice Sam catch sight of her as he went to the bathroom. Nor did she notice him approach her. It wasn’t until he wrapped his arms around her that she had noticed him. His arms were tight around her stomach, his hands stroking her sides, his face in her hair...his lips kissing her ear... Contact like this between them had, although not been reached yet, been developing, and so Brigitte instantly froze. Sam dropped his arms at once.
“Shit, I’m sorry Brigitte, I didn’t think,” He said. Brigitte didn’t move, nor did she reply. She simply waited for the question that she knew was coming. “You okay sweetheart?” He whispered, stroking her hair. This he knew he could get away with. Brigitte smiled, although she knew Sam could not see it. But he would hear it in her voice.
“Yeah... I think I am okay now. I think this is the first time I’ve been okay in over a year,” Sam stopped stroking her hair in confusion.
“Brigitte?” Sam asked. Brigitte replied with her lips, not with words, but with a soft gentle kiss to Sam’s lips. She pulled away with a smile.
“I am completely in love with you Sam McDonald,” she whispered. Sam pulled her close, his touch more intimate than ever before.
“And I love you too Brigitte Fitzgerald.” And with that, he dropped his lips to hers once again....
Brigitte awoke with a start in the middle of the night. Her surroundings were not the green house from her dreams, but the 2 bedroom apartment that she and Sam shared. She looked out her open door, and across the hall into Sam’s bedroom. He was passed out in his bed; in nothing put his boxers, an open book at his side. Brigitte got out of bed, and did the thing she finally had the courage to do. She joined him.
Sam -
Brigitte was finishing her senior year at high school, and only really had one challenge left to face before she became an adult; prom. Sam had offered to take her. None of the boys in Brigitte’s new high school were worth Brigitte’s attention, but, of course, Sam was.
He waited in their shared kitchen for her, so nervous he continually tugged at his rented suit. He wasn’t sure what to expect from Brigitte. She normally covered up so entirely, that most people probably thought she was the baggy shape of her numerous, almost identical sweaters. But if Sam expected anything at all, it wouldn’t be this... Brigitte had appeared in the doorway in a red and black Victorian style dress. She looked, there was no other word for it, stunning. The top was a corset, tightly tied (with the help of their next door neighbour no doubt) around her frame, showing off her beautiful womanly curves. The skirt was long, flowing. Although it hid her legs it gave her the sort of elegance that one expected from brides. She had curled her hair, ever so slightly, so that it hung in loose ringlets. For once, she was not hiding behind it. She wore little make up, eyeliner and mascara, finished off with a shade of lipstick one darker from her natural shade. Brigitte giggled, and Sam realized he had been staring, open mouthed, at her for a good few minutes.
“Sorry...you’re just so...so different.” he said, as he got to his feet. He took her hand and kissed it, before wrapping the white corsage he had brought for her round her delicate wrist.
“So you like it” Brigitte asked, voice timid, as she bit her lip. Sam beamed.
“I love it,” he said. Brigitte blushed, which only increased the size of Sam’s smile. He had to breathe deeply through his nose to stop himself from swooping her up in his arms and taking her to his room.
“You look different too. The suit...it’s really you. I like it a lot,” Brigitte said, as she straightened out his tie. Sam pretended to pout.
“But you don’t love it?” he asked. Brigitte simply laughed, and pulled at his bottom lip.
“Na... I’m way prettier,” she declared. Sam laughed.
“That you are,” he agreed.
Later that night, they were sat by the buffet table. They hadn’t danced at all, but had simply mingled and made small talk with Brigitte’s class mates.
“You wanna get out of here?” Sam asked Brigitte. Brigitte threw the chips she had in her hand down and jumped up.
“Thought you would never ask,” she said. Sam slipped his arm around her, and they made their way to the door.
“And the king and queen of Maplewood Highs class of 2002 prom are... Brigitte Fitzgerald and Sam McDonald!” The pair froze, then glanced at each other. Sam smirked.
“Wanna milk it? I’m sure that Melinda girl would hate that,” He whispered. Brigitte smiled and nodded. They made their way over to the stage, where they were crowned to a surprisingly enthusiastic applause.
“Our king and queen will now take the stage for their spotlight dance....”
Sam held out his hand, Brigitte took it. The couple made their way to the stage as the song ‘Truly Madly Deeply’ by Savage Garden blasted out of the speakers. Brigitte and Sam both smirked at each other. Sam wrapped his hands around Brigitte’s waist, Brigitte wrapped her hands around Sam’s neck, and together they moved in time to the music.
“Terrible song,” Sam muttered. Brigitte nodded, but declared,
“I don’t care,” Sam’s eyes widened, but he smiled. Their lips met seconds later, and the king and queen danced their way into the next stage of their relationship.
Sam turned over as his mind began to drag him back into reality. He groaned and tried to hold on to his dream, but to no avail. He was awake, and the dream was gone. Or was it? Sam’s blurred morning vision cleared to reveal Brigitte curled up next to him, eyes wide open, smile on her lips.
“Well good morning Brigitte Fitz-“ But he didn’t get to finish, he was, instead, but off by Brigitte’s lips pressing against his own....