Sam/River- Sitting In My Car, Waiting For My Girl
Title: Sitting In My Car, Waiting For My Girl
Author: Liv
Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, River Tam, mentions of Jayne Cobb, Kaylee Frye and Dean Winchester
30_shinyfics Prompt: 11. Bed
spn_random Prompt: 4. Fire (complete)
30_kisses Prompt: 27. Overflow
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own the following characters or fandoms.
Author’s Note: This has nothing to do with anything in my Haunting hour verse. I just felt like writing it. Don’t ask…just don’t ask… Title is credit of System of a Down's Hypnotize
Sam slammed through the dingy hotel room door bitterly. He wasn't in the mood to be harassed anymore. This was just another day and he had to get through it as quietly and nondestructive as possible. It just...was hard when people like Jayne had opinions and problems that he had to deal with. It wasn't that he didn't like the man, it was that the man was so fucking in his business at all times and all he wanted to do when he got back to his room was to punch a whole in the wall.
But since there were already cracks in it, he figured, why bring the place down? It really wasn't worth it in the end.
River was sitting cross-legged on the floor when he stalked in, running his hands through his hair, threatening to tear it out if he wasn't careful. He didn't like this kind of emotion. He'd gotten enough of it when Dean was alive. River just stared at him, not bothering to make any kind of hello and tempt fate in upsetting him again. He was off his rocker, she could tell.
“I helped Kaylee fix your car,” she said instead. Sam jumped about a foot in the air, swallowing and staring at her with wide eyes. She'd scared the crap out of him, but she was just the person he wanted to see.
“Yeah?” asked Sam, still a little off edge. He ran his fingers through his hair again, more gently this time, apologizing for his early attempts of tearing it out. River nodded, feeling waves wash over her of his anger, grief, his lust.
Make it better. Just like always.
River shook her head and climbed onto her feet. It wasn't an, 'I'm not going to sleep with you' shake of the head but more of an, 'I'm always your rescue' shake. She wasn't going to baby him afterwards, and he knew that, still, he pulled her into his arms roughly and kissed her hard enough to taste blood.
Their teeth clicked as they kissed, River acting submissive like she always did when Sam needed to be in control of something in his life. She felt something wet against her face, and realized without reacting that he was crying: tears of frustration more than anything else. River found that her dress had been torn away from her and lay in a pool around her feet, shivering naked in Sam's arms. She didn't wear underwear, never did.
She bit his bottom lip and let his blood mix in with hers, tasting blood, saliva, sweat. The only noise in the room was the sound of their teeth clicking together, and heavy breathing. Outside the room, there was the sound of drunken demon hunters and browncoats. But inside the room was all that mattered, inside the room was where River was twisting her fingers around the button on Sam's pants, flicking it open and letting her cold fingers brush over the skin under his shirt. Testing the waters before plunging in completely.
Which was strictly a sexual metaphor for jerking him off. Sam got his shirt over his head, and River held back a stream of sass, and just grinned up at him for the lingering moment it took for Sam to get his shirt over his head. He leaned down to kiss her again, but hesitated, frowning at the grin on her face.
“What?” he asked, not sounding completely annoyed, but not curious either. River didn't say anything, but he wouldn't willingly touch her again without being childish. River took control, just to piss him off, and raised herself on the balls of her feet, biting the curve of his neck hard. She wanted to hear the click of her teeth again but Sam backed out of her mouth before she'd even drawn blood.
“C'mon, River, I'm not in the mood to play games,” said Sam, his mouth hovering over her mouth as River's hands slid up his bare chest.
“I like playing games,” hissed River, reaching up on her toes to try and get Sam to kiss her, he pulled back slightly.
“And you know I don’t,” he said. River sighed and lowered herself back onto the ground.
“You’re going to be complicated then?” asked River, turning her back on him and heading for the bed, dropping face first onto the mattress, her hair flying around her. She turned over on her back and stared at him. “You’re going to make me tease you aren’t you?” when she didn’t get a response she frowned, sitting up on her elbows, posing in front of Sam naked. “What’s wrong?”
“Thought you would know.”
“Sammy, you have so many thoughts going through your head I’m not sure they’re all even yours,” she said softly. “I was trying to get yours back. I like your voice.”
“It’s hard-”
“Jayne is not an excuse,” snapped River and looking away from Sam. “Jayne is abnormally aggressive and mean. The only way you’re going to get to use him as an excuse is if he shoots you.”
“I’ll remember that,” muttered Sam, running his hand over his hair, pushing it out of his face. He looked away from River for a moment and then back at her with a gin on his face. River’s eyebrow quirked up at him, he was plotting something.
“What?” she asked. Sam didn’t respond, just made his way over to her, climbing on top of her and kissing her breathless. She pulled away from his mouth and tried to squirm away from him. “What?”
“Can you not be so suspicious about everything for once?” Sam muttered against the skin of her neck, grinning when she rolled her eyes at him.
“Whenever you’re on top I’m suspicious.”
Author: Liv
Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, River Tam, mentions of Jayne Cobb, Kaylee Frye and Dean Winchester
30_shinyfics Prompt: 11. Bed
spn_random Prompt: 4. Fire (complete)
30_kisses Prompt: 27. Overflow
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own the following characters or fandoms.
Author’s Note: This has nothing to do with anything in my Haunting hour verse. I just felt like writing it. Don’t ask…just don’t ask… Title is credit of System of a Down's Hypnotize
Sam slammed through the dingy hotel room door bitterly. He wasn't in the mood to be harassed anymore. This was just another day and he had to get through it as quietly and nondestructive as possible. It just...was hard when people like Jayne had opinions and problems that he had to deal with. It wasn't that he didn't like the man, it was that the man was so fucking in his business at all times and all he wanted to do when he got back to his room was to punch a whole in the wall.
But since there were already cracks in it, he figured, why bring the place down? It really wasn't worth it in the end.
River was sitting cross-legged on the floor when he stalked in, running his hands through his hair, threatening to tear it out if he wasn't careful. He didn't like this kind of emotion. He'd gotten enough of it when Dean was alive. River just stared at him, not bothering to make any kind of hello and tempt fate in upsetting him again. He was off his rocker, she could tell.
“I helped Kaylee fix your car,” she said instead. Sam jumped about a foot in the air, swallowing and staring at her with wide eyes. She'd scared the crap out of him, but she was just the person he wanted to see.
“Yeah?” asked Sam, still a little off edge. He ran his fingers through his hair again, more gently this time, apologizing for his early attempts of tearing it out. River nodded, feeling waves wash over her of his anger, grief, his lust.
Make it better. Just like always.
River shook her head and climbed onto her feet. It wasn't an, 'I'm not going to sleep with you' shake of the head but more of an, 'I'm always your rescue' shake. She wasn't going to baby him afterwards, and he knew that, still, he pulled her into his arms roughly and kissed her hard enough to taste blood.
Their teeth clicked as they kissed, River acting submissive like she always did when Sam needed to be in control of something in his life. She felt something wet against her face, and realized without reacting that he was crying: tears of frustration more than anything else. River found that her dress had been torn away from her and lay in a pool around her feet, shivering naked in Sam's arms. She didn't wear underwear, never did.
She bit his bottom lip and let his blood mix in with hers, tasting blood, saliva, sweat. The only noise in the room was the sound of their teeth clicking together, and heavy breathing. Outside the room, there was the sound of drunken demon hunters and browncoats. But inside the room was all that mattered, inside the room was where River was twisting her fingers around the button on Sam's pants, flicking it open and letting her cold fingers brush over the skin under his shirt. Testing the waters before plunging in completely.
Which was strictly a sexual metaphor for jerking him off. Sam got his shirt over his head, and River held back a stream of sass, and just grinned up at him for the lingering moment it took for Sam to get his shirt over his head. He leaned down to kiss her again, but hesitated, frowning at the grin on her face.
“What?” he asked, not sounding completely annoyed, but not curious either. River didn't say anything, but he wouldn't willingly touch her again without being childish. River took control, just to piss him off, and raised herself on the balls of her feet, biting the curve of his neck hard. She wanted to hear the click of her teeth again but Sam backed out of her mouth before she'd even drawn blood.
“C'mon, River, I'm not in the mood to play games,” said Sam, his mouth hovering over her mouth as River's hands slid up his bare chest.
“I like playing games,” hissed River, reaching up on her toes to try and get Sam to kiss her, he pulled back slightly.
“And you know I don’t,” he said. River sighed and lowered herself back onto the ground.
“You’re going to be complicated then?” asked River, turning her back on him and heading for the bed, dropping face first onto the mattress, her hair flying around her. She turned over on her back and stared at him. “You’re going to make me tease you aren’t you?” when she didn’t get a response she frowned, sitting up on her elbows, posing in front of Sam naked. “What’s wrong?”
“Thought you would know.”
“Sammy, you have so many thoughts going through your head I’m not sure they’re all even yours,” she said softly. “I was trying to get yours back. I like your voice.”
“It’s hard-”
“Jayne is not an excuse,” snapped River and looking away from Sam. “Jayne is abnormally aggressive and mean. The only way you’re going to get to use him as an excuse is if he shoots you.”
“I’ll remember that,” muttered Sam, running his hand over his hair, pushing it out of his face. He looked away from River for a moment and then back at her with a gin on his face. River’s eyebrow quirked up at him, he was plotting something.
“What?” she asked. Sam didn’t respond, just made his way over to her, climbing on top of her and kissing her breathless. She pulled away from his mouth and tried to squirm away from him. “What?”
“Can you not be so suspicious about everything for once?” Sam muttered against the skin of her neck, grinning when she rolled her eyes at him.
“Whenever you’re on top I’m suspicious.”