(FIC) "You Better, You Better (You Bet) (PG-13) (Sam/Clementine)
Title: You’d Better, You Better (You Bet)
Author: hey35nholding (Missy)
Summary: Some men come to Milliways for glory. The only thing that keeps Sam hanging around is standing right in front of him. Too bad the real world has to pull them away now and again.
Rating: PG-13 (language, groping, references to various acts de romance)
Characters: Sam Axe, Clementine Johnson
Spoilers: Sam and Clem’s general Milli-arc, but nothing else.
Disclaimer: Not ours, definitely not mine, and not written for profit.
Some men came to Milliways because they’d been forced into it. Other men came seeking wealth or fame. Still others were dead and dying, and for them this is their only respite in a harsh world. But the only reason Sam Axe kept coming back to Milliways - besides the endless supply of booze - was standing in front of the mirror, trying to fix her hair.
She was posing, and he was aware of it; taking a long time to fix herself up, stretching her arms over her head and sticking out her chest. He knew by now that everything on that lovely body was natural except for that hair she was teasing into submission; he’s traced those blue milk veins with a his tongue and fingers, bitten the pink tips until she’s pulled his hair, traced the softer and just-as-pink places hidden between her thighs.
As always, she was aware of his staring - male attention predated their getting together. “If you wanna touch them,” she said, clasping her bra, “tell me before I get my shirt on.”
“Doll, don’t get me going,” he yawned, lying back against the mattress, appreciating her. Clementine rolled her eyes and pulled her white panties on - utilitarian in comparison with the bra - then got to work on her pantyhose. “Yeah, baby!” he catcalled, as if enjoying a high-class strip- show.
She gave him a little grind of the hips as she pulls them up, then sat down to get the shirt on. “Are you going to miss me?”
“Uh-huh.” And he knew she’d be there in the back of his head while he was building fake plastic explosives in Michael’s kitchen, then doing tandem yoga with Maddie - followed by dinner with Terri (or was it Mandi?), where he’d be earning the next forty bucks to cover his bar tab. Actually, he’d been thinking of her more and more, which was a new development for him when it came to her.
“You’d better.” She kissed the square end of his chin and leans back. “Button me?”
Oh, he’d button her - even if that means sneaking his hand down her blouse to cop a quick feel. Clementine reacted instantaneously, as she often did; spine melted against him, torso wiggling back and forth. “Sammm. Don’t. I have to go to work…”
His hands froze on her breasts. “You know time stops, when we’re here….”
She paused, frowned, and smacked the mattress beside her. “You never make it easy for me.”
“Life’s not easy, doll. We both know that.”
She finishes buttoning her blouse, reaching over the side of the bed for her slacks. “I can’t ask you to pay my bills…even though I sort of want you to?” He must have looked puzzled, because she slipped into her pants and put on her shoes. “Never mind.” Then she checked her makeup.
Sam rested his chin on her shoulder. “You look better without it.”
Her eyebrow rises. “No man has or ever will see me without my makeup.”
He gave her a long, deep, melting stare, which held quite a bit more sincerity than it did with other women he’d been with. “Give me some time.”
She eyed him curiously. “Where did you come from? And why do I get to keep you?”
“Because you’re wonderful, Doll.”
She pouted, giving him one more kiss. “I hate the real world,” she grumbled, grabbing her sunglasses on the way out the door, and leaving him behind with nothing but his imagination and the scent of her perfume.
Author: hey35nholding (Missy)
Summary: Some men come to Milliways for glory. The only thing that keeps Sam hanging around is standing right in front of him. Too bad the real world has to pull them away now and again.
Rating: PG-13 (language, groping, references to various acts de romance)
Characters: Sam Axe, Clementine Johnson
Spoilers: Sam and Clem’s general Milli-arc, but nothing else.
Disclaimer: Not ours, definitely not mine, and not written for profit.
Some men came to Milliways because they’d been forced into it. Other men came seeking wealth or fame. Still others were dead and dying, and for them this is their only respite in a harsh world. But the only reason Sam Axe kept coming back to Milliways - besides the endless supply of booze - was standing in front of the mirror, trying to fix her hair.
She was posing, and he was aware of it; taking a long time to fix herself up, stretching her arms over her head and sticking out her chest. He knew by now that everything on that lovely body was natural except for that hair she was teasing into submission; he’s traced those blue milk veins with a his tongue and fingers, bitten the pink tips until she’s pulled his hair, traced the softer and just-as-pink places hidden between her thighs.
As always, she was aware of his staring - male attention predated their getting together. “If you wanna touch them,” she said, clasping her bra, “tell me before I get my shirt on.”
“Doll, don’t get me going,” he yawned, lying back against the mattress, appreciating her. Clementine rolled her eyes and pulled her white panties on - utilitarian in comparison with the bra - then got to work on her pantyhose. “Yeah, baby!” he catcalled, as if enjoying a high-class strip- show.
She gave him a little grind of the hips as she pulls them up, then sat down to get the shirt on. “Are you going to miss me?”
“Uh-huh.” And he knew she’d be there in the back of his head while he was building fake plastic explosives in Michael’s kitchen, then doing tandem yoga with Maddie - followed by dinner with Terri (or was it Mandi?), where he’d be earning the next forty bucks to cover his bar tab. Actually, he’d been thinking of her more and more, which was a new development for him when it came to her.
“You’d better.” She kissed the square end of his chin and leans back. “Button me?”
Oh, he’d button her - even if that means sneaking his hand down her blouse to cop a quick feel. Clementine reacted instantaneously, as she often did; spine melted against him, torso wiggling back and forth. “Sammm. Don’t. I have to go to work…”
His hands froze on her breasts. “You know time stops, when we’re here….”
She paused, frowned, and smacked the mattress beside her. “You never make it easy for me.”
“Life’s not easy, doll. We both know that.”
She finishes buttoning her blouse, reaching over the side of the bed for her slacks. “I can’t ask you to pay my bills…even though I sort of want you to?” He must have looked puzzled, because she slipped into her pants and put on her shoes. “Never mind.” Then she checked her makeup.
Sam rested his chin on her shoulder. “You look better without it.”
Her eyebrow rises. “No man has or ever will see me without my makeup.”
He gave her a long, deep, melting stare, which held quite a bit more sincerity than it did with other women he’d been with. “Give me some time.”
She eyed him curiously. “Where did you come from? And why do I get to keep you?”
“Because you’re wonderful, Doll.”
She pouted, giving him one more kiss. “I hate the real world,” she grumbled, grabbing her sunglasses on the way out the door, and leaving him behind with nothing but his imagination and the scent of her perfume.