Fic: In the Future (2), 1/10 (SPN)
Title: An Overabundance of Trees 1/10
Author: Me
Spoilers: References Bloodlust
Disclaimer: Fan fic, nothing owned
Word count: 511 words
Notes: This is het, R, Sam/Lenore. Future fic. Unbeta'd. This continues from the previous "In the Future" series.
They stay in the cabin for almost three months or at least until the snow is gone and the birds insist on singing at ungodly hours of the morning.
Lenore watches Sam change.
From the first moment until this second, the awareness. The anger. The pain. The fury. The joy. The freedom. She watches him through old eyes of experience and new eyes of love. There - she admitted it. Love.
Everything is new and different. Everything is reduced to him and her and them, sex and silence and hours of stories. Mostly hers which is strange and odd and she blames the overindulgence of trees. And Sam's big beautiful eyes.
He tells her he hears the worms in the ground calling him but he's fucking her at the time and she doesn't realize he's teasing her until much later. Much much later when Sam wanders into the cabin with a handful of red wigglers, claiming they are telling him it's time to head back to civilization.
***
She puts him off (first by shoving said chatty worms down his pants) for as long as she can, seized by the fear that Sam will be uncontrollable around people. She isn't sure he truly understands he isn't one anymore.
"C'mon," he cajoles, his tongue in her ear, his hands on her body possessing and shaping her skin. "I wanna go back, we need...we need to get back to work."
She puts him off (second time, by sliding to her knees and filling her mouth and flicking her eyes upward) until Sam brings the Impala around, gleaming in the moonlight. He honks the horn. He slides out of the car through the window and Jesus Christ but Lenore can't resist him.
"We'll go back - but you don't make a move without me."
His smile shines through the darkness and Lenore has a split-second of missing his longing and sadness.
***
They drive down the mountain, returning to the sleepy little town where they started this journey or at least this leg of it.
Lenore taps her fingers on the steering wheel. She's keeping Sam next to her, next to her and leashed at least metaphorically. She can feel the energy rolling off him. It's making her jittery because she knows the hunger being born inside his body.
She remembers it well.
All this time she's fed him from her wrist, her neck, a line along the inside of her thigh he's particularly obsessed with. The animals they hunted for play and sport and warm blood were enough to keep them both sustained - never a human about to ignite Sam's hunting instincts.
"This was a mistake," Lenore murmurs, reaching one hand over to press against Sam's neck. He makes a sound of longing that triggers her own and she presses on the pedal as they speed through the town and further down the highway.
"Not yet, not yet," she whispers at his gasp of pain.
Guilt and fear propels her faster and faster down the road.
Go to Part 2
Author: Me
Spoilers: References Bloodlust
Disclaimer: Fan fic, nothing owned
Word count: 511 words
Notes: This is het, R, Sam/Lenore. Future fic. Unbeta'd. This continues from the previous "In the Future" series.
They stay in the cabin for almost three months or at least until the snow is gone and the birds insist on singing at ungodly hours of the morning.
Lenore watches Sam change.
From the first moment until this second, the awareness. The anger. The pain. The fury. The joy. The freedom. She watches him through old eyes of experience and new eyes of love. There - she admitted it. Love.
Everything is new and different. Everything is reduced to him and her and them, sex and silence and hours of stories. Mostly hers which is strange and odd and she blames the overindulgence of trees. And Sam's big beautiful eyes.
He tells her he hears the worms in the ground calling him but he's fucking her at the time and she doesn't realize he's teasing her until much later. Much much later when Sam wanders into the cabin with a handful of red wigglers, claiming they are telling him it's time to head back to civilization.
***
She puts him off (first by shoving said chatty worms down his pants) for as long as she can, seized by the fear that Sam will be uncontrollable around people. She isn't sure he truly understands he isn't one anymore.
"C'mon," he cajoles, his tongue in her ear, his hands on her body possessing and shaping her skin. "I wanna go back, we need...we need to get back to work."
She puts him off (second time, by sliding to her knees and filling her mouth and flicking her eyes upward) until Sam brings the Impala around, gleaming in the moonlight. He honks the horn. He slides out of the car through the window and Jesus Christ but Lenore can't resist him.
"We'll go back - but you don't make a move without me."
His smile shines through the darkness and Lenore has a split-second of missing his longing and sadness.
***
They drive down the mountain, returning to the sleepy little town where they started this journey or at least this leg of it.
Lenore taps her fingers on the steering wheel. She's keeping Sam next to her, next to her and leashed at least metaphorically. She can feel the energy rolling off him. It's making her jittery because she knows the hunger being born inside his body.
She remembers it well.
All this time she's fed him from her wrist, her neck, a line along the inside of her thigh he's particularly obsessed with. The animals they hunted for play and sport and warm blood were enough to keep them both sustained - never a human about to ignite Sam's hunting instincts.
"This was a mistake," Lenore murmurs, reaching one hand over to press against Sam's neck. He makes a sound of longing that triggers her own and she presses on the pedal as they speed through the town and further down the highway.
"Not yet, not yet," she whispers at his gasp of pain.
Guilt and fear propels her faster and faster down the road.
Go to Part 2