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Supernatural, Sam/Sarah, snow
It's winter when Sam finally goes back to see Sarah. He needs a break, a vacation from hunting and death and even from Dean. So Dean drops him off for a week, calls him a bitch and drives off, leaving him with Sarah.
And for a week, he has normal. He and Sarah make love in her bed, in the shower and anywhere else they can think of. And on the day he leaves, they have a snowball fight that spills over onto Dean when he comes back, Sam and Sarah ganging up on him and eventually forcing him face-first into the snow.
Supernatural, Sam/Jess, "Do you think this is sturdy enough?"
Jess glanced at the small kitchen table, then looked over her shoulder at Sam. "Does this look sturdy enough to you, Sam?"
Sam braced his hands on the edge of the table and shoved, grinning when none of the joints creaked or shifted. "Yeah, I think it'll work."
Once they got the table home Sam grabbed Jess's waist and lifted, sitting her on the edge of the table and moving in between her spread legs. He pushed her skirt up to her hips and gave her a filthy grin.
"Let's see just how sturdy this table really is."
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Scared, brother?
Sam couldn't help but laugh, gently tossing the water balloon from one hand to the other. "Scared, Dean?"
Dean growled, hands protectively hovering over his hair. The hair that had been covered in sticky goo when the demon they had been hunting had exploded right in front of Dean. The hair that, due to the demon goo, would turn bright neon pink when exposed to water.
"Don't you dare, Sammy."
Sam grinned, tossing the balloon one more time. "Oh, I dare."
Harry Potter; Remus/Sirius; unseasonably hot
The summer was scorching, hotter than usual, and there were times when Sirius was positive that he was going to melt into a puddle of Padfoot. His clothes were sticking to his skin, his hair was limp and damp and the heat was sucking up all his energy.
But when Remus was around, it didn't seem to matter. Like Remus could keep the worst of the heat away with nothing more than the power of his presence. When Remus was nearby, the only heat he could feel was the heat of his arousal. And that particular heat was much more pleasurable.
Leverage, Parker/Eliot/Nate, chains of attraction
Their relationship is strange, but somehow it seems to work. Parker has a thing for Eliot and a different kind of thing that's still kind of the same for Nate, even if she doesn't really understand either one, and Eliot and Nate would both have to be blind to miss the fact that Parker's seriously good-looking.
Eliot, for all he'd deny it, has a thing for good guys and won't hesitate to admit that Nate's seriously easy on the eyes. And for all he calls her crazy, he actually likes Parker and even thinks that some of her crazy is kind of endearing.
Nate apparently has a thing for leashed violence, or at least for people who either consider forks appropriate weapons or who can drop half a dozen men in ten seconds with no weapons at all.
It's strange, but it works for them. And that's all that matters.
Star Wars, Han/Luke, a guy like me
Han never could quite understand it. Luke was a Jedi, the last of them in fact, and he had a certain reputation to live up to. A reputation that didn't include scruffy smugglers, even if said smuggler did go on to become a general. And even ignoring all that, Luke was a truly good guy, one of the few, and Han had made a living skirting the law and often outright breaking it.
What Luke could see in a guy like him he just couldn't fathom. But apparently he saw something worthwhile or he wouldn't have stuck around, wouldn't have been Han's friend. Wouldn't have been Han's lover.
Usually that was enough. But sometimes, Han really wanted to know just how someone like Luke could love someone like him.