Supernatural ficlet: we're fine for a while, our hearts adjacent
we're fine for a while, our hearts adjacent [Supernatural, Sam/Cara, R, 543 words, extended scene from 4x14. For girlmostlikely (who also betaed for me, because I am lame.)]
We fuck in sadness, a cold frustration
Then we're fine for a while, our hearts adjacent
Piano Magic - Bad Patient
There's a moment when Sam's face is pressed up against her chest (soft and warm, steady heartbeat) when he freezes. When he wonders what's happened to him, that he's about to fuck a virtual stranger he'll never see again because she's plied him with whiskey and said live life like there's no tomorrow.
Time was, he wasn't so easy.
Time was, he liked to think he might fall in love first. He liked a maybe in the equation, a possibility. Hope.
Then her fingers are smoothing over the pulse in his neck, reassuring as though she knows, and her thighs are riding his and it isn't the time for thinking. No time for second guessing himself. So he smiles into her mouth and takes her words and tries to remember what it's like, this normal kind of life where a girl fancies a guy and makes her move and no one has to die for it. Where no one in the room is a demon, not really, not quite.
He fucks her hard - too hard for a moment; she's only human, and he kisses tender apologies into her neck and strokes her back gently - and he keeps kissing her, soft and sweet. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her hair's messy, and he smoothes it back off her face while she tangles her hands in his hair and rides him with a smile on her face.
She lets out a little high whimper as she comes, his fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her hips and his mouth on her breast.
There's no awkwardness after - Cara's too smart and funny for that, and he's only ever awkward beforehand. She faces him, astride his lap while his softening cock skims her belly, and says thank you, Sam. Tells him she needed that - you did too, I think, she adds quietly, too much understanding behind her eyes - and he doesn't say anything out loud, just dips his head and prays nothing bad ever happens to her. Prays his world won't get any closer to hers.
Because she's all brave knowing smile and sharp mind but she's broken too, loved and lost, a little like him. And he doesn't want to break her worse, just wants to help her forget a while, live a while, whatever it is she needs.
He wishes he could give her more, but he isn't that guy any more. He isn't a husband father boyfriend. He isn't the voice at the other end of the phone. He'll never carry a ring again, hopeful. Or make a second key. He has nothing to give her but a moment in time.
He's maudlin from the sex and whiskey. There are worse things to be, he thinks, and as if she hears his thoughts, she leans across and pours another glass. Just one. She sips from it, then passes it to him, and they share it back and forth. When they've finished it, he tucks her head under his chin. Holds her a while, both of them silent. He doesn't think about anything at all. He doesn't know if she does.
He holds her until she shivers and then they pick up their clothes and say goodbye.
//
The way Sam bites his bottom lip in the fourth picture... *bites lip*
I might possibly have made >100 more caps of this scene, so if anyone wants them, let me know and I'll zip them up for you.
We fuck in sadness, a cold frustration
Then we're fine for a while, our hearts adjacent
Piano Magic - Bad Patient
There's a moment when Sam's face is pressed up against her chest (soft and warm, steady heartbeat) when he freezes. When he wonders what's happened to him, that he's about to fuck a virtual stranger he'll never see again because she's plied him with whiskey and said live life like there's no tomorrow.
Time was, he wasn't so easy.
Time was, he liked to think he might fall in love first. He liked a maybe in the equation, a possibility. Hope.
Then her fingers are smoothing over the pulse in his neck, reassuring as though she knows, and her thighs are riding his and it isn't the time for thinking. No time for second guessing himself. So he smiles into her mouth and takes her words and tries to remember what it's like, this normal kind of life where a girl fancies a guy and makes her move and no one has to die for it. Where no one in the room is a demon, not really, not quite.
He fucks her hard - too hard for a moment; she's only human, and he kisses tender apologies into her neck and strokes her back gently - and he keeps kissing her, soft and sweet. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her hair's messy, and he smoothes it back off her face while she tangles her hands in his hair and rides him with a smile on her face.
She lets out a little high whimper as she comes, his fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her hips and his mouth on her breast.
There's no awkwardness after - Cara's too smart and funny for that, and he's only ever awkward beforehand. She faces him, astride his lap while his softening cock skims her belly, and says thank you, Sam. Tells him she needed that - you did too, I think, she adds quietly, too much understanding behind her eyes - and he doesn't say anything out loud, just dips his head and prays nothing bad ever happens to her. Prays his world won't get any closer to hers.
Because she's all brave knowing smile and sharp mind but she's broken too, loved and lost, a little like him. And he doesn't want to break her worse, just wants to help her forget a while, live a while, whatever it is she needs.
He wishes he could give her more, but he isn't that guy any more. He isn't a husband father boyfriend. He isn't the voice at the other end of the phone. He'll never carry a ring again, hopeful. Or make a second key. He has nothing to give her but a moment in time.
He's maudlin from the sex and whiskey. There are worse things to be, he thinks, and as if she hears his thoughts, she leans across and pours another glass. Just one. She sips from it, then passes it to him, and they share it back and forth. When they've finished it, he tucks her head under his chin. Holds her a while, both of them silent. He doesn't think about anything at all. He doesn't know if she does.
He holds her until she shivers and then they pick up their clothes and say goodbye.
//
The way Sam bites his bottom lip in the fourth picture... *bites lip*
I might possibly have made >100 more caps of this scene, so if anyone wants them, let me know and I'll zip them up for you.