Red Lips, Brown Eyes - OneShot
Title: Red Lips, Brown Eyes
Fandoms: Supernatural/Buffy (Sam/Faith)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Supernatural and Buffy are NOT mine.
Summary: He can't look away because, every now and then, she smiles.
A/N: Written for a prompt at the Sam/Faith Comment Fic Meme: "She's really more Dean's kind of girl, but..wow."
Her eyes are circled in black and her lips are painted dark red. Black leather pants fit tight and black net top hangs loose. Red fingernails move through her hair and across her skin as she dances. She sways and steps and spins, moving from one partner to another but not one can keep up. She’s too much. Too fast. Too wild. Too beautiful.
Sam watches her. ‘She’s Dean’s type of girl,’ his mind tells him but he can’t look away.
Because, every now and then, she’ll smile. He’ll catch it in the flickering light and mess of bodies. She turns to someone new, a new man who runs his hands down her body and tries to keep something that can’t be kept. She’ll smile, red lips pulling up to reveal the white of her teeth and flick of her pink tongue. Her brown eyes will sparkle. They’ll shine out from the darkness with challenge and mischief. And then she’ll turn away again, slipping out of their arms as quickly as she came.
She’ll slip out of Sam’s vision while he takes another drink of his beer and waits.
‘She’s Dean’s type of girl,’ his mind tells him but, when she comes back around, brown eyes meet his and red lips pull up to reveal the white of her teeth and pink of her tongue.
And she takes his breath away.
Fandoms: Supernatural/Buffy (Sam/Faith)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Supernatural and Buffy are NOT mine.
Summary: He can't look away because, every now and then, she smiles.
A/N: Written for a prompt at the Sam/Faith Comment Fic Meme: "She's really more Dean's kind of girl, but..wow."
Her eyes are circled in black and her lips are painted dark red. Black leather pants fit tight and black net top hangs loose. Red fingernails move through her hair and across her skin as she dances. She sways and steps and spins, moving from one partner to another but not one can keep up. She’s too much. Too fast. Too wild. Too beautiful.
Sam watches her. ‘She’s Dean’s type of girl,’ his mind tells him but he can’t look away.
Because, every now and then, she’ll smile. He’ll catch it in the flickering light and mess of bodies. She turns to someone new, a new man who runs his hands down her body and tries to keep something that can’t be kept. She’ll smile, red lips pulling up to reveal the white of her teeth and flick of her pink tongue. Her brown eyes will sparkle. They’ll shine out from the darkness with challenge and mischief. And then she’ll turn away again, slipping out of their arms as quickly as she came.
She’ll slip out of Sam’s vision while he takes another drink of his beer and waits.
‘She’s Dean’s type of girl,’ his mind tells him but, when she comes back around, brown eyes meet his and red lips pull up to reveal the white of her teeth and pink of her tongue.
And she takes his breath away.