As she listened, Amelia pushed herself to sit up properly, while tidying up the papers that were scattered on the sheets. Any gaze that meant more than polite eye contact was lost on her, and even when she did catch Same staring, her first response was always asking if something was the matter. Somehow, she couldn't quite get past the memories of being thought of as too excitable and naive to recognise that some of the little quirks in her posture or moment could be perceived as seductive.
She finished tidying up the mess fairly quickly, pondering over "Well, it's not too unusual, disappearances are not the sort of thing are going to attract customers. Besides, he might have thought you were a tabloid journalist and didn't want to open his mouth for fear he'd be quoted in some trashy newspaper." she shrugged, since it was rare they ever got a straight answer out of people anyway, though Amelia probably still gave others the benefit of the doubt too much at times.
She would have asked more on what they had to do next, but was interrupted when Sam mentioned the food. Her eyes lit up at bit, not so much because she was hungry, but because the gesture was genuinely sweet. Climbing off the bed, she walked up to him, practically glowing.
"Thank you Sam." she smiled, leaning up on her toes and quickly planting a small kiss on his cheek. Naturally, she didn't take note of the close proximity or how she was pressing up against him, too focused on showing him the little bit of gratitude and affection. She did it often enough that she didn't think anything of it, reaffirming the care and support she wanted to give him.
"That or a cop," he added. Honestly, things weren't adding up around here. Three couples going missing in such quick succession? The things that took pairs, usually pagan gods or witches, wanted them for fertility rituals. But those were yearly, at most. Even more often, there would be a hibernation period. It could be something that was just snagging people two by two of convenience. Or it could be not their kind of problem. Still-
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the feeling of Amelia's lips on his face. No matter how many times she did that (and it was getting more frequent), it surprised him. Not that it was bad. No, far from it. It was just such a sweet little reminder that he had someone there for him.
"You're welcome," he replied, wrapping his arm around her to give her a squeeze. It amazed him, even now, how soft she was. Without even realizing it, his mood began to pick up.
After a moment, he reluctantly let go. Shit. There was work to do.
"Did you find anything out about the construction process? Any injuries or casualties?"
Humming softly, she allowed her lips to linger a little bit longer than needed, her nose brushing against his skin in a tender manner. It was a nice reminder that there was something between them, something more than a purely physical relationship. There were times she worried she was being too clingy, but always relaxed in how he would hold her like this.
Drawing back when he let go, she turned to leaf through the clippings, handing a few to Sam. While there was nothing outright sinister or suspicious from what she looked at, doing this line of work had shown her the simplist answer was hardly ever the right one.
"Nothing that severe, just a few freak accidents, no injuries but some of the crew swore that someone was tampering with equipment. Blame was put on some of the locals who protested the construction, but there wasn't any proof, so no one was charged." she replied, running a hand through her hair and rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm not sure what else to go on, or if any of these people would even talk to us."
Clingy was hit or miss for Sam. While he certainly had his quirks, he was the one in the family most open to physical contact. And he did know that it was the way Amelia expressed herself.
"Well, it's better than nothing," he reminded her, standing back up straight. 'Freak accidents,' while they may certainly be freak, are rarely accidents. "We'll keep snooping around in public records. And," he began, picking out an apple from the bag. "They're holding a party tonight. We can go and see what we can find out."
He walked over to the desk that was housing his laptop, idly rolling the apple in his hand. There was the ring again. He glanced over to Amelia. She was still wearing hers, he finally noted, even though she hadn't been out and had no need to keep up the illusion.
"You probably shouldn't leave that on your finger. It might turn it green." Sure, it was good costume jewelry, but costume none the less.
She had been warned before about being overly eager, and as such did try to hold back a bit, not wanting to smother Sam or seem like she was pressuring him for answers about where they stood. Still, it was hard to do considering a lot of the time, she simply wanted nothing more than to be close to him.
"I suppose so, I'm sure something will turn up." she replied, sitting back down on the mattress. It just seemed to be their luck, things tended to pop up when they least expected them. Even so, they would have to keep their wits about them. Hadn't she been warned by her friends that in these sort of places it was easy for someone to spike the drinks?
Her pondering was interrupted when Sam pointed out her ring, making her face heat up rather quickly. Biting her lip, she twisted the band around her finger, trying to hide any hints of sadness at the thought of removing it.
"Yeah, I guess...I should probably have a shower before we go downstairs for this party anyway." she nodded
Of course, Sam didn't completely catch on to her reluctance, but he was in tune enough to feel that something was up. He was an observer of emotions, especially hers, and biting her lip was her tell. She did it when she was bothered.
He really needed to teach her how to have a good poker face. For now, though, he wanted to find out what the problem was. They couldn't go to work with anything hanging over them. It would throw them off their game.
"I need to take one too, actually," he said, changing his approach. Strategy was now to defuse situation, then research. He forwent taking a bite of the apple and grabbing his laptop.
Admittedly, Amelia had problems hiding her feelings at the best of times, a naturally open person and one who didn't think much of deception, and thus was a bad liar at any rate. Ever since she had ended up with Sam, it seemed that she simply couldn't pull off pretending she was okay, at least not in an entirely convincing way.
She listened half-heartedly, only to do a double take and nearly fall off the bed at the last request. Why did her mind just go straight to the gutter with that one? Shaking her head profusely, she tried to remember how to breath, before giving Sam a small nod.
"S-Sure, that's fine." she replied, deciding to quickly scurry off to the bathroom to get ready, repeating a mantra over and over inwardly in order to not make a fool of herself; he didn't mean it like that after all.
Well, to her credit, what it would mean would be in the gutter from most. Sam wasn't an angel. He didn't mean it in a completely platonic way, of course. But even though he didn't view sex in exactly the same way Amelia did, he didn't want to use it as a bandage to cover up any issues that may have existed. He cared for her far too much for that. Really, he just wanted it to be an intimate gesture.
Intimate. That was a good word. It wasn't quite "romantic," not exactly, yet it was strong enough.
He followed her slowly, removing his shirt as he went. Since he'd been trying to fit in with the tourists, he was only wearing a t-shirt rather than his usual multiple layers.
In order to try and prevent any further mishap on her part, Amelia didn't look at him as she turned on the water or arranged towels for both of them. Her blushing was probably a good enough indicator to let Sam know she wasn't upset, just embarrassed. Odd, it wasn't like he hadn't seen her without clothes, or her him either. Still, this was the only way to prevent her looking more foolish, at least she thought so.
Despite everything though, she took her time in removing her clothes and folding them to the side, again, likely unaware of any sort of display she was giving her partner at that moment. Considering how big the shower was, she probably wasn't making things much better as she stepped in, head falling back under the spray as she began washing. She assumed Sam would follow soon enough; it wasn't as if there was anything stopping him right?
Sam didn't purposely watch her undress. He did, however, catch a few glimpses. Yeah, he didn't know how long he could stay unaffected. He'd still try. After she stepped into the shower, he removed the rest of his clothes. Pants, boots, socks, underwear. They all went into an organized pile. He moved to take off his watch, then his "ring." He stopped before removing the latter. He considered her actions earlier, and simply stepped in behind her.
Even if the shower had been bigger, it wouldn't have been much better. He was still him and at a disadvantage when things were sized for normal people. As things stood, it wasn't big enough for two people, anyway.
The water dripped through her hair, making it shine under the light. The rivulets continued along her shoulders and down her back...
Oh yeah. He was supposed to be showering, or at least having the pretense of that.
Even if she had been any good at hiding the feelings bubbling within her, pretty much all pretense was gone when she made the mistake of glancing back, face flushing anew. It didn't help that he was so close, skin only just separated as he joined her under the water. At least she was less likely to turn around due to the limited space, so the risk of having to look at him fully was minimal.
She had brought herself to task the ring off, not wanting to push her luck, but even at that moment, her hand made a point of stroking the finger on her right hand, almost missing the feeling of the piece of jewellery there. She was dwelling on this too much, and she knew it. Something was simply not allowing her to let go though, no matter what she tried.
Sam's voice snapped her back to reality, silently glancing to the side so she knew where his hand was to give him the bar of soap. The contact might have been little, but even the lightest touch of wet warm skin was enough to made her shudder as she tried not to stare at his chest. Of course, she overlooked how his height probably allowed him a fair vantage point of hers.
He could see her chest easily, were he to be honest. And the sight was appealing as hell. Well, it always was, but especially now. Despite this, he was preoccupied. She had made that movement of touching her finger again. Her ring finger. His suspicions were pretty much confirmed at that. Damn it. He should have seen this happening. Why had he let it go on for so long?
Sam took the bar of soap, only to set it on a ledge nearby. Instead, his hand went up to touch her shoulder.
Her form stiffened at the touch, eyes flickering back and forth, unsure of whether to look at Sam or avoid his gaze entirely. Fingers lacing together, immediately tracing one digit in particular, she sighed, knowing her error. It was going to be hard, but she have never imagined pretending would have taken this big of a toll, making her question why she was still waiting.
At that however, she could only blame herself. Maybe she was being too patient, but what could she expect? Sam had a lot to deal with, it was foolish to think she could just make it all better with some kind words of support. It really showed how childishly she thought in hoping for such a quick fix.
"It's nothing, I'm being silly, thinking about this too much, I'm sorry." she rambled on, burying her face in her hands. "I'll be okay, I-...I can pull it together and get this job done, I promise."
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Those words hit him hard, like being punched in the gut on the job. He'd known this was coming. Somehow, he'd known since the very first time they slept together. But every time it didn't happen, every time she didn't bring it up, he felt like they were dodging the bullet. And the thing about bullets? They could ricochet back to tear you apart.
Sam Winchester had absolutely no idea what to do and no surefire way to clean this up. Basically, he was in just another mess he'd made. So he did the only thing he could think of. He wrapped his arms around her and attempted to pull her into an embrace.
"No. Don't say that," he said quietly. "You're not being silly." He swallowed.
<3 And sorry for the delay, needed to sleephealsforjusticeOctober 26 2011, 07:56:04 UTC
She didn't struggle at his attempts, and somehow turned herself around to lean against Sam, hiding her face in his chest. Honestly, she couldn't resist anyway, she didn't have the will to turn away from him.
On hearing the apology, she shook her her head, feeling worse; her attempts at being there to help him seemed to have only caused more problems. This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Don't be sorry, it's my own fault." she murmured, voice almost drowned out by the water running over them. "I got too caught up in all this, but I'll be fine. You...have enough to think about without me getting on your case about any sort of answer."
it's fine. sleep is wonderful.exorsusOctober 26 2011, 16:10:32 UTC
If he hadn't been listening so intently, he wouldn't have heard her. But what he did hear? It made him wish he hadn't. For a second, he lost his cool. He'd been trying to hold on to it in order to be the reasonable Sam he always was, but listening to her degrade herself once again was not how he'd wanted this to go.
"It's not your fault," he said, voice raising. He almost sounded...annoyed? No, not annoyed. Not quite angry, either. Upset, maybe. Whatever it was, it wasn't his normal way of addressing her.
"Stop blaming yourself for everything. It's not all about me, okay? This is about you." He grasped her shoulders to push her away just enough to try and get her to look up at him.
She finished tidying up the mess fairly quickly, pondering over "Well, it's not too unusual, disappearances are not the sort of thing are going to attract customers. Besides, he might have thought you were a tabloid journalist and didn't want to open his mouth for fear he'd be quoted in some trashy newspaper." she shrugged, since it was rare they ever got a straight answer out of people anyway, though Amelia probably still gave others the benefit of the doubt too much at times.
She would have asked more on what they had to do next, but was interrupted when Sam mentioned the food. Her eyes lit up at bit, not so much because she was hungry, but because the gesture was genuinely sweet. Climbing off the bed, she walked up to him, practically glowing.
"Thank you Sam." she smiled, leaning up on her toes and quickly planting a small kiss on his cheek. Naturally, she didn't take note of the close proximity or how she was pressing up against him, too focused on showing him the little bit of gratitude and affection. She did it often enough that she didn't think anything of it, reaffirming the care and support she wanted to give him.
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He was snapped out of his thoughts by the feeling of Amelia's lips on his face. No matter how many times she did that (and it was getting more frequent), it surprised him. Not that it was bad. No, far from it. It was just such a sweet little reminder that he had someone there for him.
"You're welcome," he replied, wrapping his arm around her to give her a squeeze. It amazed him, even now, how soft she was. Without even realizing it, his mood began to pick up.
After a moment, he reluctantly let go. Shit. There was work to do.
"Did you find anything out about the construction process? Any injuries or casualties?"
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Drawing back when he let go, she turned to leaf through the clippings, handing a few to Sam. While there was nothing outright sinister or suspicious from what she looked at, doing this line of work had shown her the simplist answer was hardly ever the right one.
"Nothing that severe, just a few freak accidents, no injuries but some of the crew swore that someone was tampering with equipment. Blame was put on some of the locals who protested the construction, but there wasn't any proof, so no one was charged." she replied, running a hand through her hair and rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm not sure what else to go on, or if any of these people would even talk to us."
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"Well, it's better than nothing," he reminded her, standing back up straight. 'Freak accidents,' while they may certainly be freak, are rarely accidents. "We'll keep snooping around in public records. And," he began, picking out an apple from the bag. "They're holding a party tonight. We can go and see what we can find out."
He walked over to the desk that was housing his laptop, idly rolling the apple in his hand. There was the ring again. He glanced over to Amelia. She was still wearing hers, he finally noted, even though she hadn't been out and had no need to keep up the illusion.
"You probably shouldn't leave that on your finger. It might turn it green." Sure, it was good costume jewelry, but costume none the less.
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"I suppose so, I'm sure something will turn up." she replied, sitting back down on the mattress. It just seemed to be their luck, things tended to pop up when they least expected them. Even so, they would have to keep their wits about them. Hadn't she been warned by her friends that in these sort of places it was easy for someone to spike the drinks?
Her pondering was interrupted when Sam pointed out her ring, making her face heat up rather quickly. Biting her lip, she twisted the band around her finger, trying to hide any hints of sadness at the thought of removing it.
"Yeah, I guess...I should probably have a shower before we go downstairs for this party anyway." she nodded
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He really needed to teach her how to have a good poker face. For now, though, he wanted to find out what the problem was. They couldn't go to work with anything hanging over them. It would throw them off their game.
"I need to take one too, actually," he said, changing his approach. Strategy was now to defuse situation, then research. He forwent taking a bite of the apple and grabbing his laptop.
"Mind sharing the shower?"
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She listened half-heartedly, only to do a double take and nearly fall off the bed at the last request. Why did her mind just go straight to the gutter with that one? Shaking her head profusely, she tried to remember how to breath, before giving Sam a small nod.
"S-Sure, that's fine." she replied, deciding to quickly scurry off to the bathroom to get ready, repeating a mantra over and over inwardly in order to not make a fool of herself; he didn't mean it like that after all.
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Intimate. That was a good word. It wasn't quite "romantic," not exactly, yet it was strong enough.
He followed her slowly, removing his shirt as he went. Since he'd been trying to fit in with the tourists, he was only wearing a t-shirt rather than his usual multiple layers.
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Despite everything though, she took her time in removing her clothes and folding them to the side, again, likely unaware of any sort of display she was giving her partner at that moment. Considering how big the shower was, she probably wasn't making things much better as she stepped in, head falling back under the spray as she began washing. She assumed Sam would follow soon enough; it wasn't as if there was anything stopping him right?
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Even if the shower had been bigger, it wouldn't have been much better. He was still him and at a disadvantage when things were sized for normal people. As things stood, it wasn't big enough for two people, anyway.
The water dripped through her hair, making it shine under the light. The rivulets continued along her shoulders and down her back...
Oh yeah. He was supposed to be showering, or at least having the pretense of that.
"Hey, hand me the soap."
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She had brought herself to task the ring off, not wanting to push her luck, but even at that moment, her hand made a point of stroking the finger on her right hand, almost missing the feeling of the piece of jewellery there. She was dwelling on this too much, and she knew it. Something was simply not allowing her to let go though, no matter what she tried.
Sam's voice snapped her back to reality, silently glancing to the side so she knew where his hand was to give him the bar of soap. The contact might have been little, but even the lightest touch of wet warm skin was enough to made her shudder as she tried not to stare at his chest. Of course, she overlooked how his height probably allowed him a fair vantage point of hers.
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Sam took the bar of soap, only to set it on a ledge nearby. Instead, his hand went up to touch her shoulder.
"Amelia, what's wrong?"
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At that however, she could only blame herself. Maybe she was being too patient, but what could she expect? Sam had a lot to deal with, it was foolish to think she could just make it all better with some kind words of support. It really showed how childishly she thought in hoping for such a quick fix.
"It's nothing, I'm being silly, thinking about this too much, I'm sorry." she rambled on, burying her face in her hands. "I'll be okay, I-...I can pull it together and get this job done, I promise."
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Sam Winchester had absolutely no idea what to do and no surefire way to clean this up. Basically, he was in just another mess he'd made. So he did the only thing he could think of. He wrapped his arms around her and attempted to pull her into an embrace.
"No. Don't say that," he said quietly. "You're not being silly." He swallowed.
"I- Amelia, I'm sorry."
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On hearing the apology, she shook her her head, feeling worse; her attempts at being there to help him seemed to have only caused more problems. This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Don't be sorry, it's my own fault." she murmured, voice almost drowned out by the water running over them. "I got too caught up in all this, but I'll be fine. You...have enough to think about without me getting on your case about any sort of answer."
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"It's not your fault," he said, voice raising. He almost sounded...annoyed? No, not annoyed. Not quite angry, either. Upset, maybe. Whatever it was, it wasn't his normal way of addressing her.
"Stop blaming yourself for everything. It's not all about me, okay? This is about you." He grasped her shoulders to push her away just enough to try and get her to look up at him.
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