Twilight x True Blood, "Traveler" Leah/Sam, rated pg-13
Fandoms: Twilight x True Blood
Title: Traveler
Author: Paynesgrey
Section Title: Stay
Characters/Pairing: Sam Merlotte x Leah Clearwater
Word Count: (3 x 300)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama
Notes: Continuation from Traveler Part Two. Each ficlet written for the "Escape" prompt at fanfic_bakeoff.
Summary: Two lonely shifters meet each other.
Part Three: Stay
VIII.
If Leah is going to escape Bon Temps, she better do it now before her heart gets too invested in it, and too invested in Sam Merlotte. She’s warring with herself, and there’s a part of her that wants to keep running, assuring her nothing good can come out of staying here with other supernatural people, even ones as nice as Sam.
Leah can’t fight the temptation. During that night she catches Sam looking at her frequently, and the one time she wishes she could read minds, it’s frustrating that she can’t and she has to leave everything up to instinct.
The other waitresses tell her goodbye as they leave for home, and Leah is surprised that Sookie is still being nice to her as much as Leah has tried to avoid her that night. Jessica stares at her curiously before Sookie drags her out the door. Leah tenses when she senses someone else waiting for them in Sam’s forest, and she supposes it’s Sookie’s vampire boyfriend that Sam has warned her about.
When everyone leaves, she has a chance to run without Sam noticing. He tells her he needs to go into his office for a few minutes, and she’s welcome to any of the drinks or leftover food on the grill. The cooks leave last, cleaning up the floors and disposing the trash. Feeling restless, Leah helps them and takes a liking to LaFayette, who is by far the friendliest person at Merlotte’s besides Sam. He cooks her a late meal, the last one on the fryer, and Leah finds one more reason not to leave this new place.
“You look like you’re fixing to leave,” Sam muses from behind her, catching her off-guard as he returns to the front. He smiles at her, but he’s clearly saddened.
---
IX.
Leah already feels guilty by the look in Sam’s eyes.
“I don’t know. I’m wondering what’s crazier,” she says softly. She turns away from his intense gaze, “Leaving this friendly place or actually staying for a few days.”
“Well,” Sam says, pulling a chair up next to her. He offers her another beer, and Leah smiles, loving the redundancy she feels from this moment. “If I have a vote, I say you choose the latter.”
“I wonder if you do have a vote,” Leah says with a laugh. She stares at the light through the glass of her beer, making it look golden.
“Where would you go if you do leave?” Sam asks, but it’s not something Leah has thought about herself.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I can handle anything warmer,” she says, and Sam chuckles. She locks with his eyes, unable to escape. It feels like a long, stretched out second as they stare at each other.
“Trust me, it gets a lot hotter from here,” Sam says huskily, and a tingle surges through Leah’s body as her face turns hot. Sam notices the strong reaction and he back peddles. “I mean, it gets hotter from Bon Temps...more south...” He stutters, and Leah can’t help chuckling. She puts a comforting hand on his forearm in reassurance.
“It’s alright. I knew what you meant,” she says, though she’s okay with the other meaning of his words too.
“Leah,” he says, and his once awkward tone sounds serious. His hand is over hers on his arm. “Don’t go,” he pleads.
Leah hesitates. Once again, she can’t resist the power of his eyes - the power of him. She nods once, knowing she’ll be unable to turn him down even if she really wants to.
She doesn’t.
---
X.
She feels the gravity of the moment between them, and he’s already leaning close, and something inside her screams that this is all going too fast - that she is taking things too fast.
But I am fast. I’m the fastest, she tells the warning cries inside her mind, reveling in the inviting taste of Sam’s lips.
He feels warm, just like this Louisiana heat. The chairs shift, and they move closer, tasting and touching each other. Finally, Sam gets impatient, and they both rise from their chairs so they can find each other’s arms. Sam pulls her close, his lips still hungrily on hers as he pushes her against the frame of the bar. Leah melts into him, feeling his lips leave to suck on the pulse of her neck.
“Sam...” she says, and she’s happy because for the first time, it’s a different Sam she wants, even if the same name escapes her parted lips.
His hands roam her body, taking in her curves, daring her to push him away as he slips closer into dangerous zones. She lets him; his touch is what she’s needed for so long, and she wants him back. She snakes her arms around his shoulders and arches against him as he fumbles with the buttons of her pants.
“Please,” she calls to him, only encouraging his hands to explore further and peel off her clothes. Timidly, she does the same to him until he gets even more restless and helps, leaving them both naked in the middle of the bar. She shivers at being exposed, but Leah knows the evening air isn’t the cause. It’s been too long for her, and she guesses it’s the same for Sam too.
Sam touches her hot skin again, drawing her close, and Leah gives in.
Part Four
Title: Traveler
Author: Paynesgrey
Section Title: Stay
Characters/Pairing: Sam Merlotte x Leah Clearwater
Word Count: (3 x 300)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama
Notes: Continuation from Traveler Part Two. Each ficlet written for the "Escape" prompt at fanfic_bakeoff.
Summary: Two lonely shifters meet each other.
Part Three: Stay
VIII.
If Leah is going to escape Bon Temps, she better do it now before her heart gets too invested in it, and too invested in Sam Merlotte. She’s warring with herself, and there’s a part of her that wants to keep running, assuring her nothing good can come out of staying here with other supernatural people, even ones as nice as Sam.
Leah can’t fight the temptation. During that night she catches Sam looking at her frequently, and the one time she wishes she could read minds, it’s frustrating that she can’t and she has to leave everything up to instinct.
The other waitresses tell her goodbye as they leave for home, and Leah is surprised that Sookie is still being nice to her as much as Leah has tried to avoid her that night. Jessica stares at her curiously before Sookie drags her out the door. Leah tenses when she senses someone else waiting for them in Sam’s forest, and she supposes it’s Sookie’s vampire boyfriend that Sam has warned her about.
When everyone leaves, she has a chance to run without Sam noticing. He tells her he needs to go into his office for a few minutes, and she’s welcome to any of the drinks or leftover food on the grill. The cooks leave last, cleaning up the floors and disposing the trash. Feeling restless, Leah helps them and takes a liking to LaFayette, who is by far the friendliest person at Merlotte’s besides Sam. He cooks her a late meal, the last one on the fryer, and Leah finds one more reason not to leave this new place.
“You look like you’re fixing to leave,” Sam muses from behind her, catching her off-guard as he returns to the front. He smiles at her, but he’s clearly saddened.
---
IX.
Leah already feels guilty by the look in Sam’s eyes.
“I don’t know. I’m wondering what’s crazier,” she says softly. She turns away from his intense gaze, “Leaving this friendly place or actually staying for a few days.”
“Well,” Sam says, pulling a chair up next to her. He offers her another beer, and Leah smiles, loving the redundancy she feels from this moment. “If I have a vote, I say you choose the latter.”
“I wonder if you do have a vote,” Leah says with a laugh. She stares at the light through the glass of her beer, making it look golden.
“Where would you go if you do leave?” Sam asks, but it’s not something Leah has thought about herself.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I can handle anything warmer,” she says, and Sam chuckles. She locks with his eyes, unable to escape. It feels like a long, stretched out second as they stare at each other.
“Trust me, it gets a lot hotter from here,” Sam says huskily, and a tingle surges through Leah’s body as her face turns hot. Sam notices the strong reaction and he back peddles. “I mean, it gets hotter from Bon Temps...more south...” He stutters, and Leah can’t help chuckling. She puts a comforting hand on his forearm in reassurance.
“It’s alright. I knew what you meant,” she says, though she’s okay with the other meaning of his words too.
“Leah,” he says, and his once awkward tone sounds serious. His hand is over hers on his arm. “Don’t go,” he pleads.
Leah hesitates. Once again, she can’t resist the power of his eyes - the power of him. She nods once, knowing she’ll be unable to turn him down even if she really wants to.
She doesn’t.
---
X.
She feels the gravity of the moment between them, and he’s already leaning close, and something inside her screams that this is all going too fast - that she is taking things too fast.
But I am fast. I’m the fastest, she tells the warning cries inside her mind, reveling in the inviting taste of Sam’s lips.
He feels warm, just like this Louisiana heat. The chairs shift, and they move closer, tasting and touching each other. Finally, Sam gets impatient, and they both rise from their chairs so they can find each other’s arms. Sam pulls her close, his lips still hungrily on hers as he pushes her against the frame of the bar. Leah melts into him, feeling his lips leave to suck on the pulse of her neck.
“Sam...” she says, and she’s happy because for the first time, it’s a different Sam she wants, even if the same name escapes her parted lips.
His hands roam her body, taking in her curves, daring her to push him away as he slips closer into dangerous zones. She lets him; his touch is what she’s needed for so long, and she wants him back. She snakes her arms around his shoulders and arches against him as he fumbles with the buttons of her pants.
“Please,” she calls to him, only encouraging his hands to explore further and peel off her clothes. Timidly, she does the same to him until he gets even more restless and helps, leaving them both naked in the middle of the bar. She shivers at being exposed, but Leah knows the evening air isn’t the cause. It’s been too long for her, and she guesses it’s the same for Sam too.
Sam touches her hot skin again, drawing her close, and Leah gives in.
Part Four