On A Night Like This, Sandy/Danneel fic
Title: On A Night Like This, I Could Fall In Love.
Pairing: Sandy/Danneel
Rating: PG
Warnings: femmeslash, SHMOOP, so much shmoop. ♥
Summary: Danneel has a stormy night to reflect on what she has.
Notes: written for waterofthemoon at spnrarepairs . ♥ Title and cut from 'On A Night Like This' by Dave Barnes.
The first thing Danneel hears as she unlocks the door is a shriek, and the dull thud of something soft hitting the wall. She sighs as she sheds her trenchcoat, silently cursing the rain. Why she thought this was a good idea in the first place is beyond her. A Southern girl is meant for humidity, bright suns and muggy winters, not the frigid, constant Canadian rain. But her mama always told her to follow her heart, so she did. All the way up to Vancouver.
She climbs the stairs, grumbling as her shoes squish. She wants nothing more than to crawl into bed, pull the blankets over her head and sleep for a million years. At least, she does until she hears that same shriek, accompanied with a string of almost curse words.
"You stupid, evil man! What do you think you're doing, crawling around in people's dreams like that? And darn that Bela, she's up to no good, I can tell. No girl who shows up on a boy's doorstep in garters like that can be anything good." Danneel stands in the doorway, a silly grin on her face. The voice is coming from a cave made by blankets on her 4 poster bed, nothing visible but a hand reaching out for popcorn, a pair of bright eyes focused on the screen where she sees an all too familiar face.
"You're making some serious happy noises over there, Sam." Jensen's eyelashes frame his bright green eyes, and Danneel gives a little snort. She remembers when they were filming this, how Jensen had called her, fidgeting, trying to distract himself from the fact that his boyfriend was over there making out with Lauren Cohan. She had snorted and laughed at him then, too.
The pile of blankets makes a tiny 'meep' of distress at being walked in on, but Danneel throws them back to reveal the tiny body underneath, the round, smiling face reddening with embarrassment. Sandy hops up on her knees, reaches out for Danneel, and is halfway to a kiss hello before she realizes how completely soaked her girlfriend is. She puts the TV on pause (thanking heaven for DVR) and goes to the dresser, pulling out warm, flannel pajamas, and asking about her day. Danneel strips out of her wet clothes - even the trench she had been wearing hadn't protected her jeans and Jimmy Choos - and allows Sandy to baby her. She's a pretty independent girl, for all intents and purposes, doesn't let anyone tell her what she can and can't do, carved a career for herself, is completely capable of finding things for herself, but sometimes it's just nice to be on the receiving end of a little TLC.
Ten minutes later and the two of them are curled up in the bed, mugs of hot chocolate in their hands and a pile of blankets so big Danneel isn't sure how Sandy can see over them. They start the episode back at the beginning, and even though she's seen it before, Sandy still shrieks when Bobby doesn't wake up at the maid's shake. During the commercial break they kiss a little, hold hands, talk about their day apart. Sandy shot a commercial earlier that day, for some sort of acne medicine. She laughs, saying she feels a little silly for promoting something to get rid of zits when she never had any in high school. Danneel spends the next break recounting a prank that Shawn had played on the crew of Psych. They're not doing anything groundbreaking, not even talking about anything important. Sandy's enraptured by the plot, like Jared hadn't told her what they were filming as they were filming, and Danneel can't take her focus away from the swirling designs being drawn on her bare arm enough to care at all about Bobby, or Lisa, or any of it. She tunes in when Sandy buries her head under her arm, demanding to be warned when the bad guy's done getting his kneecaps broken, but other than that she's fine without it.
She'll never understand why Sandy loves the show. Sure, it's a nice show, but she's terrified of it. She can't watch it alone without having nightmares.
"It's partly for Jared," Sandy had explained once. "He's my friend, and my fake boyfriend, so it would be silly to not support him. Also, I love the stories. I love that even the bad guys aren't always bad." She'd then went into a long explanation of how it wasn't Madison's fault she was a werewolf, and how the Wendigo was really just hungry, and damn it if Danneel hadn't fallen a little bit more in love with her, just then.
The show finishes, and all is well until next Thursday. They sit quietly for a minute, half listening to the Friends theme song, half just sitting, holding each other. Sandy finally lifts herself up with a groan.
"I may or may not have left groceries in the trunk of my car. Be here when I get back?" As if Danneel has any plans on moving, possibly for the rest of her life. She stretches out on the bed, raising her hands above her head and letting her top tug up just enough to expose a sliver of skin at her stomach. Sandy eyes her appreciatively, kisses her quickly, and heads out the door. When she comes back in ten minutes later, Danneel's started to doze off. At least she does until she sees Sandy come into the bedroom, soaking wet, shivering and stripping out of her jacket and pajamas to reveal a plain white bra and panties. A grin slowly spreads over her face as Danneel stands up and walks over to her girlfriend, slipping her hands around her tiny waist. There is so much in her that wants to start something, wants to press open-mouthed kisses all over her body, to spend the entire night licking and sucking and making Sandy scream her name.
But there's another part of her, the part that she never realized she had, the part that wins, that pulls Sandy towards the bed. She hums a song, some tune she picked up somewhere, as she finds a brush and starts working through the tangles in her hair. They both crawl under the covers, scooting close together, not starting anything, just holding each other. Danneel knows that sometime in the night, Sandy's going to wake up shrieking. The storm, mixed with the show, will do that to her. She doesn't mind, though. For now, cuddling. Then sleep. Tomorrow they'll have plenty of time for that wall slamming, make you think you're going to pass out it hurts so good sex.
They drift off to sleep, holding each other and listening to the drum of the rain on the windows.
Pairing: Sandy/Danneel
Rating: PG
Warnings: femmeslash, SHMOOP, so much shmoop. ♥
Summary: Danneel has a stormy night to reflect on what she has.
Notes: written for waterofthemoon at spnrarepairs . ♥ Title and cut from 'On A Night Like This' by Dave Barnes.
The first thing Danneel hears as she unlocks the door is a shriek, and the dull thud of something soft hitting the wall. She sighs as she sheds her trenchcoat, silently cursing the rain. Why she thought this was a good idea in the first place is beyond her. A Southern girl is meant for humidity, bright suns and muggy winters, not the frigid, constant Canadian rain. But her mama always told her to follow her heart, so she did. All the way up to Vancouver.
She climbs the stairs, grumbling as her shoes squish. She wants nothing more than to crawl into bed, pull the blankets over her head and sleep for a million years. At least, she does until she hears that same shriek, accompanied with a string of almost curse words.
"You stupid, evil man! What do you think you're doing, crawling around in people's dreams like that? And darn that Bela, she's up to no good, I can tell. No girl who shows up on a boy's doorstep in garters like that can be anything good." Danneel stands in the doorway, a silly grin on her face. The voice is coming from a cave made by blankets on her 4 poster bed, nothing visible but a hand reaching out for popcorn, a pair of bright eyes focused on the screen where she sees an all too familiar face.
"You're making some serious happy noises over there, Sam." Jensen's eyelashes frame his bright green eyes, and Danneel gives a little snort. She remembers when they were filming this, how Jensen had called her, fidgeting, trying to distract himself from the fact that his boyfriend was over there making out with Lauren Cohan. She had snorted and laughed at him then, too.
The pile of blankets makes a tiny 'meep' of distress at being walked in on, but Danneel throws them back to reveal the tiny body underneath, the round, smiling face reddening with embarrassment. Sandy hops up on her knees, reaches out for Danneel, and is halfway to a kiss hello before she realizes how completely soaked her girlfriend is. She puts the TV on pause (thanking heaven for DVR) and goes to the dresser, pulling out warm, flannel pajamas, and asking about her day. Danneel strips out of her wet clothes - even the trench she had been wearing hadn't protected her jeans and Jimmy Choos - and allows Sandy to baby her. She's a pretty independent girl, for all intents and purposes, doesn't let anyone tell her what she can and can't do, carved a career for herself, is completely capable of finding things for herself, but sometimes it's just nice to be on the receiving end of a little TLC.
Ten minutes later and the two of them are curled up in the bed, mugs of hot chocolate in their hands and a pile of blankets so big Danneel isn't sure how Sandy can see over them. They start the episode back at the beginning, and even though she's seen it before, Sandy still shrieks when Bobby doesn't wake up at the maid's shake. During the commercial break they kiss a little, hold hands, talk about their day apart. Sandy shot a commercial earlier that day, for some sort of acne medicine. She laughs, saying she feels a little silly for promoting something to get rid of zits when she never had any in high school. Danneel spends the next break recounting a prank that Shawn had played on the crew of Psych. They're not doing anything groundbreaking, not even talking about anything important. Sandy's enraptured by the plot, like Jared hadn't told her what they were filming as they were filming, and Danneel can't take her focus away from the swirling designs being drawn on her bare arm enough to care at all about Bobby, or Lisa, or any of it. She tunes in when Sandy buries her head under her arm, demanding to be warned when the bad guy's done getting his kneecaps broken, but other than that she's fine without it.
She'll never understand why Sandy loves the show. Sure, it's a nice show, but she's terrified of it. She can't watch it alone without having nightmares.
"It's partly for Jared," Sandy had explained once. "He's my friend, and my fake boyfriend, so it would be silly to not support him. Also, I love the stories. I love that even the bad guys aren't always bad." She'd then went into a long explanation of how it wasn't Madison's fault she was a werewolf, and how the Wendigo was really just hungry, and damn it if Danneel hadn't fallen a little bit more in love with her, just then.
The show finishes, and all is well until next Thursday. They sit quietly for a minute, half listening to the Friends theme song, half just sitting, holding each other. Sandy finally lifts herself up with a groan.
"I may or may not have left groceries in the trunk of my car. Be here when I get back?" As if Danneel has any plans on moving, possibly for the rest of her life. She stretches out on the bed, raising her hands above her head and letting her top tug up just enough to expose a sliver of skin at her stomach. Sandy eyes her appreciatively, kisses her quickly, and heads out the door. When she comes back in ten minutes later, Danneel's started to doze off. At least she does until she sees Sandy come into the bedroom, soaking wet, shivering and stripping out of her jacket and pajamas to reveal a plain white bra and panties. A grin slowly spreads over her face as Danneel stands up and walks over to her girlfriend, slipping her hands around her tiny waist. There is so much in her that wants to start something, wants to press open-mouthed kisses all over her body, to spend the entire night licking and sucking and making Sandy scream her name.
But there's another part of her, the part that she never realized she had, the part that wins, that pulls Sandy towards the bed. She hums a song, some tune she picked up somewhere, as she finds a brush and starts working through the tangles in her hair. They both crawl under the covers, scooting close together, not starting anything, just holding each other. Danneel knows that sometime in the night, Sandy's going to wake up shrieking. The storm, mixed with the show, will do that to her. She doesn't mind, though. For now, cuddling. Then sleep. Tomorrow they'll have plenty of time for that wall slamming, make you think you're going to pass out it hurts so good sex.
They drift off to sleep, holding each other and listening to the drum of the rain on the windows.