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Title: A Little White Lie Here And There Never Hurt Anybody
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,100 words
Spoilers: Pilot
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Warnings: Some sexual content
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but mostly because they aren't being sold on Ebay right now.
Summary: Twenty things Jessica Moore never told Sam Winchester.
Author's note: The five things meme has broken me, I swear.
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A Little White Lie Here And There Never Hurt Anybody
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1.
The first thing Jess swears she will never ever tell Sam is that he's got monkey arms.
Oh, they're sexy arms, that's for damn sure. He's ginormous anyway so they're crazy-long, but all of the working out he does to relieve tension or nervous energy or whatever has made them all toned and gorgeous. And with his skin tone, what starts out beautiful ends up so perfect she's tempted to volunteer him as a model for the art students as a surprise. The sight of his bared shoulders is enough to get her biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning.
But yeah, monkey arms. Big old monkey arms like King Kong. They've got to be monkey arms, because he can always wrap an arm around her waist and dance with her without bending over.
It doesn't even occur to her that Sam might be picking her up until her toes skim the floor, because she already feels weightless.
2.
When she first met him, she'd thought he was a dork. A cute dork, but a dork nonetheless.
He said "No, sir" and "Yes, sir" to all his professors and kept meticulous notes and had even less of a social life than that eleven-year-old homeschooled genius taking pre-med. Sure, he filled out a T-shirt, but he did it from behind a stack of textbooks taller than she was.
And yeah, he did turn out to be a dork, but you don't turn down a sweet, smart dork who can do that wild thing with his tongue.
3.
All of Jessica's friends told her not to date Sam. He was cute and all, but he acted so weird sometimes.
Her sister came to visit one weekend and ran into him on the way into the dorm, though. She disliked him on sight, but she had terrible taste in men, so Jess took that as a good sign.
4.
She lost her virginity when she was seventeen to this guy who looked exactly like his brother.
Yeah, she figures that wouldn't go over well. So she tells him this one time that the guy looked like Justin Timberlake, and she puts up with his teasing for two whole days before she finally tugs his chair away from the kitchen table, drops to her knees, and tugs off his belt as she threatens never to give him another blowjob if he doesn't shut it, starting immediately.
You'd be amazed how well a threat like that works.
Sometimes when Sam's being especially secretive about his family, though, Jess really hopes it wasn't his brother but isn't about to ask if he had a habit of giving fake names to girls.
5.
When she was little, she had an imaginary best friend named Sam.
She doesn't remember what she told people he looked like, but when she brings Sam home one vacation and introduces him to her family, her mother practically flinches.
6.
She thinks she sees John Winchester watching them once. They're studying on the quad, asking each other the occasional question and kissing when they can get away with it. Sam shifts until his back's leaning more comfortably against the tree and Jess snuggles up against him, and he raises the book in his hand just as Jess spots a man in a black truck staring at them.
He looks like he wants to come over or something, this longing in his eyes so powerful that Jess is surprised the strength of it isn't tugging the two of them towards him.
Their gazes connect just then, and that's when he shakes it off like a dream or something and speeds off.
She's never sure, though, not really. That's why she keeps her mouth shut.
7.
She's the one who broke his favorite mug.
Yeah, Rebecca never forgives Jess for pinning the blame on her for that one, but she never corrects Sam when he teases her about it.
8.
Jess is two days late this one time.
Not like he's supposed to notice that, of course, and she's not about to say anything to him if she's not, but she could set her watch by her period. God knows how they'd pull off that and school, and she's not even sure she could handle being a mom.
Sam could do the fatherhood thing in a cakewalk, she thinks, even with the problems he's had with his dad. Sam's the most capable person she's ever met, for crying out loud. She's pretty sure if you dropped him off in the middle of the desert with a Swiss Army knife and a prayer, he'd find his way back to civilization in two hours with a water bottle made out of a cactus and eating a hot dog he made out of rattlesnake meat along the way.
Not because he's trained for it anything, just ... you know, because he's Sam.
9.
When Sam comes home on that third day to find her crying, she tells him she stubbed her toe on the edge of the bed.
That's what she gets for getting her hopes up, she figures.
Some day, though. One of these days.
10.
This one night not long after they move in together, Sam starts talking in his sleep.
He moans and groans and not in that way that makes her want to wake him up by rasping her tongue over sensitive parts of his body. She wants to wake him up but isn't sure, because there's something about the words pouring past his lips that makes her not want to. He thrashes in bed beside her so much the entire bed is practically soaked through from the sweat. He says things about his dad and pain and blood.
For a while there, he just says, "No," over and over again in this mournful slur. Jess didn't know you could cry in your sleep but Sam does, cries and shakes and trembles.
She finally bumps against his shoulder and pretends she's asleep when he jerks awake next to her.
Two days of sleepless nights later she calls his brother's cell phone and leaves him this garbled message that makes it sound like Sam's sick. A fall down the stairs, a bad cold gone worse, something. Jess doesn't even remember what the hell she says, but she feels like she has to do it. Like she needs to.
The next night, Sam doesn't even twitch next to her.
It's eerie, is what it is.
11.
She beat Sam's SAT score by twenty points.
Not like he's a sexist pig who needs to be smarter than his girlfriend or anything, but he's just so damn cute when he brags about it. Just listening to him talk about it makes her want to fuck him stupid.
Well, stupider than her, but then again, twenty points.
12.
The day the two of them have some fairly graphic phone sex during Christmas break, she's not in her bedroom all by herself doing obscene things below the belt on Sam's command.
She's at the mall with her sister returning a couple of Christmas gifts that didn't fit. Jess ducks away when she can get away with it -- she'll be damned if she'll let her little sister hear this, but it's almost more erotic just because strangers catch her end of the conversation and dart her these shocked looks. Most of the fun is getting Sam off, you know, hearing those delicious sounds he keeps making over the phone and the sounds of the slow torturous slide of his hand on his cock just the way she's ordered him to do it.
Sam comes just as she's getting her money back at Old Navy on a pair of skirts two sizes too big.
When the clerk overhears Sam's moans over her phone, Jess just winks and walks out of the store biting back giggles.
13.
She knows he was actually in a study room at the library during that phone call.
Which, you know, just makes it that much hotter in retrospect.
14.
Sam makes the worst lasagna on the planet. She's not sure which of the Winchester men made dinner, but she highly doubts that it was Sam. The three of them would have starved to death years ago.
15.
In high school, she was a goth.
Oh, knock it off. It was just for two months, and the black dye washed out of her hair eventually.
She burned all of the pictures, sure, but she still cringes a little every time she walks past a Hot Topic.
16.
She knows about that knife he keeps in the back of the nightstand.
She found it once while looking for something, and she can't even remember what if you ask her because all she remembers is reaching into the bottom drawer and almost cutting her hand on it. The light glints off the metal and she takes it out completely befuddled, like she's totally forgotten what a knife was actually for, much less what Sam would be doing with some weird curved blade.
Her grandfather used to hunt, though, and her first thought is her mom rolling her eyes at her grandpa and uncles in their orange jackets, muttering, "Boys and their toys," as they all huddle around joking and comparing their new hunting rifles.
It's probably a gag gift from Dean or something, she thinks. It's just one of those things she's not supposed to get.
17.
She hates that brown jacket of his. Every once in a while, she's tempted to take it out into the middle of nowhere and burn it.
18.
She doesn't care about Sam's superstitions, even if they're silly, even if he never mentions them and just expects her not to notice.
What, he really didn't think she'd find those things drawn onto the walls in hidden corners that hadn't been there when they'd moved in? Come on.
19.
She's always had this urge to see Sam dressed up as Frank from Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Okay, he has this thing about Halloween and dressing up for it, but costumes on normal weekends would be cool, right? Jess figures she can talk him into it if she tries. She might not be pre-law, for crying out loud, but she lives with a pre-law student and you've got to learn how to argue well or you get steam-rolled in every single fight.
It's just ... it's the legs. He's almost six and a half feet tall, damn it, and most of that is legs. Fabulous legs, because that's what all that exercise will do to a guy.
Zach and Rebecca went to a midnight showing the semester before Jess met Sam and dragged her along, daring her to go as Janet in a white bra and slip and heels. Hell, one "I dare you" is all it's ever taken with Jess, and she's the hit of the showing even though she's a total virgin. (Well, not really, but ... you know what I mean.) But that's why every once in a while Jess looks at those long legs of Sam's and pictures fishnets and heels and --
Yeah, there's a reason the thought of it's gotten her so flustered she's had to leave class twice because of it.
20.
When (not if, but when) he proposes, she's going to call his father.
Jess doesn't care if it's meddling, or if it's none of her damn business, or if Sam gets mad. She has this mental image of their wedding, a flowing white strapless dress and violets and lilacs all over the place, and nowhere in her vision of their wedding day is an empty spot where his father and brother are supposed to be.
Besides, she doesn't like the thought of her kids not knowing their grandfather or missing out on their uncle.
After all, she figures, you can't be that pissed at two people if you didn't love them like crazy from the start.
Title: A Little White Lie Here And There Never Hurt Anybody
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,100 words
Spoilers: Pilot
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Warnings: Some sexual content
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but mostly because they aren't being sold on Ebay right now.
Summary: Twenty things Jessica Moore never told Sam Winchester.
Author's note: The five things meme has broken me, I swear.
A Little White Lie Here And There Never Hurt Anybody
*****
The first thing Jess swears she will never ever tell Sam is that he's got monkey arms.
Oh, they're sexy arms, that's for damn sure. He's ginormous anyway so they're crazy-long, but all of the working out he does to relieve tension or nervous energy or whatever has made them all toned and gorgeous. And with his skin tone, what starts out beautiful ends up so perfect she's tempted to volunteer him as a model for the art students as a surprise. The sight of his bared shoulders is enough to get her biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning.
But yeah, monkey arms. Big old monkey arms like King Kong. They've got to be monkey arms, because he can always wrap an arm around her waist and dance with her without bending over.
It doesn't even occur to her that Sam might be picking her up until her toes skim the floor, because she already feels weightless.
When she first met him, she'd thought he was a dork. A cute dork, but a dork nonetheless.
He said "No, sir" and "Yes, sir" to all his professors and kept meticulous notes and had even less of a social life than that eleven-year-old homeschooled genius taking pre-med. Sure, he filled out a T-shirt, but he did it from behind a stack of textbooks taller than she was.
And yeah, he did turn out to be a dork, but you don't turn down a sweet, smart dork who can do that wild thing with his tongue.
All of Jessica's friends told her not to date Sam. He was cute and all, but he acted so weird sometimes.
Her sister came to visit one weekend and ran into him on the way into the dorm, though. She disliked him on sight, but she had terrible taste in men, so Jess took that as a good sign.
She lost her virginity when she was seventeen to this guy who looked exactly like his brother.
Yeah, she figures that wouldn't go over well. So she tells him this one time that the guy looked like Justin Timberlake, and she puts up with his teasing for two whole days before she finally tugs his chair away from the kitchen table, drops to her knees, and tugs off his belt as she threatens never to give him another blowjob if he doesn't shut it, starting immediately.
You'd be amazed how well a threat like that works.
Sometimes when Sam's being especially secretive about his family, though, Jess really hopes it wasn't his brother but isn't about to ask if he had a habit of giving fake names to girls.
When she was little, she had an imaginary best friend named Sam.
She doesn't remember what she told people he looked like, but when she brings Sam home one vacation and introduces him to her family, her mother practically flinches.
She thinks she sees John Winchester watching them once. They're studying on the quad, asking each other the occasional question and kissing when they can get away with it. Sam shifts until his back's leaning more comfortably against the tree and Jess snuggles up against him, and he raises the book in his hand just as Jess spots a man in a black truck staring at them.
He looks like he wants to come over or something, this longing in his eyes so powerful that Jess is surprised the strength of it isn't tugging the two of them towards him.
Their gazes connect just then, and that's when he shakes it off like a dream or something and speeds off.
She's never sure, though, not really. That's why she keeps her mouth shut.
She's the one who broke his favorite mug.
Yeah, Rebecca never forgives Jess for pinning the blame on her for that one, but she never corrects Sam when he teases her about it.
Jess is two days late this one time.
Not like he's supposed to notice that, of course, and she's not about to say anything to him if she's not, but she could set her watch by her period. God knows how they'd pull off that and school, and she's not even sure she could handle being a mom.
Sam could do the fatherhood thing in a cakewalk, she thinks, even with the problems he's had with his dad. Sam's the most capable person she's ever met, for crying out loud. She's pretty sure if you dropped him off in the middle of the desert with a Swiss Army knife and a prayer, he'd find his way back to civilization in two hours with a water bottle made out of a cactus and eating a hot dog he made out of rattlesnake meat along the way.
Not because he's trained for it anything, just ... you know, because he's Sam.
When Sam comes home on that third day to find her crying, she tells him she stubbed her toe on the edge of the bed.
That's what she gets for getting her hopes up, she figures.
Some day, though. One of these days.
This one night not long after they move in together, Sam starts talking in his sleep.
He moans and groans and not in that way that makes her want to wake him up by rasping her tongue over sensitive parts of his body. She wants to wake him up but isn't sure, because there's something about the words pouring past his lips that makes her not want to. He thrashes in bed beside her so much the entire bed is practically soaked through from the sweat. He says things about his dad and pain and blood.
For a while there, he just says, "No," over and over again in this mournful slur. Jess didn't know you could cry in your sleep but Sam does, cries and shakes and trembles.
She finally bumps against his shoulder and pretends she's asleep when he jerks awake next to her.
Two days of sleepless nights later she calls his brother's cell phone and leaves him this garbled message that makes it sound like Sam's sick. A fall down the stairs, a bad cold gone worse, something. Jess doesn't even remember what the hell she says, but she feels like she has to do it. Like she needs to.
The next night, Sam doesn't even twitch next to her.
It's eerie, is what it is.
She beat Sam's SAT score by twenty points.
Not like he's a sexist pig who needs to be smarter than his girlfriend or anything, but he's just so damn cute when he brags about it. Just listening to him talk about it makes her want to fuck him stupid.
Well, stupider than her, but then again, twenty points.
The day the two of them have some fairly graphic phone sex during Christmas break, she's not in her bedroom all by herself doing obscene things below the belt on Sam's command.
She's at the mall with her sister returning a couple of Christmas gifts that didn't fit. Jess ducks away when she can get away with it -- she'll be damned if she'll let her little sister hear this, but it's almost more erotic just because strangers catch her end of the conversation and dart her these shocked looks. Most of the fun is getting Sam off, you know, hearing those delicious sounds he keeps making over the phone and the sounds of the slow torturous slide of his hand on his cock just the way she's ordered him to do it.
Sam comes just as she's getting her money back at Old Navy on a pair of skirts two sizes too big.
When the clerk overhears Sam's moans over her phone, Jess just winks and walks out of the store biting back giggles.
She knows he was actually in a study room at the library during that phone call.
Which, you know, just makes it that much hotter in retrospect.
Sam makes the worst lasagna on the planet. She's not sure which of the Winchester men made dinner, but she highly doubts that it was Sam. The three of them would have starved to death years ago.
In high school, she was a goth.
Oh, knock it off. It was just for two months, and the black dye washed out of her hair eventually.
She burned all of the pictures, sure, but she still cringes a little every time she walks past a Hot Topic.
She knows about that knife he keeps in the back of the nightstand.
She found it once while looking for something, and she can't even remember what if you ask her because all she remembers is reaching into the bottom drawer and almost cutting her hand on it. The light glints off the metal and she takes it out completely befuddled, like she's totally forgotten what a knife was actually for, much less what Sam would be doing with some weird curved blade.
Her grandfather used to hunt, though, and her first thought is her mom rolling her eyes at her grandpa and uncles in their orange jackets, muttering, "Boys and their toys," as they all huddle around joking and comparing their new hunting rifles.
It's probably a gag gift from Dean or something, she thinks. It's just one of those things she's not supposed to get.
She hates that brown jacket of his. Every once in a while, she's tempted to take it out into the middle of nowhere and burn it.
She doesn't care about Sam's superstitions, even if they're silly, even if he never mentions them and just expects her not to notice.
What, he really didn't think she'd find those things drawn onto the walls in hidden corners that hadn't been there when they'd moved in? Come on.
She's always had this urge to see Sam dressed up as Frank from Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Okay, he has this thing about Halloween and dressing up for it, but costumes on normal weekends would be cool, right? Jess figures she can talk him into it if she tries. She might not be pre-law, for crying out loud, but she lives with a pre-law student and you've got to learn how to argue well or you get steam-rolled in every single fight.
It's just ... it's the legs. He's almost six and a half feet tall, damn it, and most of that is legs. Fabulous legs, because that's what all that exercise will do to a guy.
Zach and Rebecca went to a midnight showing the semester before Jess met Sam and dragged her along, daring her to go as Janet in a white bra and slip and heels. Hell, one "I dare you" is all it's ever taken with Jess, and she's the hit of the showing even though she's a total virgin. (Well, not really, but ... you know what I mean.) But that's why every once in a while Jess looks at those long legs of Sam's and pictures fishnets and heels and --
Yeah, there's a reason the thought of it's gotten her so flustered she's had to leave class twice because of it.
When (not if, but when) he proposes, she's going to call his father.
Jess doesn't care if it's meddling, or if it's none of her damn business, or if Sam gets mad. She has this mental image of their wedding, a flowing white strapless dress and violets and lilacs all over the place, and nowhere in her vision of their wedding day is an empty spot where his father and brother are supposed to be.
Besides, she doesn't like the thought of her kids not knowing their grandfather or missing out on their uncle.
After all, she figures, you can't be that pissed at two people if you didn't love them like crazy from the start.
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Date: 2006-09-01 10:22 am (UTC)She knows about that knife he keeps in the back of the nightstand.
I actually squealed at that line, since I've been begging anyone who doesn't shut me up quick enough to write me a story where Jess finds the funky curved blade...and maybe puts two and two together with the scars he most certainly must have, and possibly coming up with something approximating four.
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but yes, this rocks my socks :)
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Date: 2006-09-01 01:00 pm (UTC)Brilliant writing. I love the insights into Jess, and into Sam via her POV. You really round Jess out into an intriguing woman. Love the virginity tale (OMG what if it was Dean?) and her fantasy about Sam in fishnets and heels - damn!
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Date: 2006-09-01 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-01 01:16 pm (UTC)Yeah.
Then got to her being late and awww Jess. Plus the knife, the phone sex, catching John watching them. It is just that awesome and...yeah. *G*
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Date: 2006-09-01 02:23 pm (UTC)Wonderfully done! Dude, just don't ask me to pick my favorite! Please!
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Date: 2006-09-01 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-01 03:00 pm (UTC)I have to ask you, was it Dean?
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:01 pm (UTC)And a beautiful, so beautiful and full of love fic to go with it.
Loved it!
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:02 pm (UTC)and i think my favorites are 5, 11, 12, and 13. and 14 - of course sam makes horrible lasagna. dean did all the cooking. :D
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-01 03:33 pm (UTC)Keen. :)
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-01 03:52 pm (UTC)Seriously. Love. So much love.
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:36 pm (UTC)God. Yes. Just... yes. And by the way:
Jess really hopes it wasn't his brother but isn't about to ask if he had a habit of giving fake names to girls.
All the eerier (and darkly funny) because it's completely possible. I like how much Jessica hits the nail right on the head, without realizing that she's doing it. God, I love her so much right now, I just wanna bake her muffins and braid her hair!
...Okay, that was a little weird.
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-01 11:13 pm (UTC)That's what she gets for getting her hopes up, she figures.
Some day, though. One of these days. because, yeah they should have, someday.
Lovely.
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Date: 2006-09-02 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-02 01:19 am (UTC)In a fic full of perfect lines, this is the perfect-est.
You do Jess' POV likes noboday's business.
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Date: 2006-09-02 01:23 am (UTC)Sometimes when Sam's being especially secretive about his family, though, Jess really hopes it wasn't his brother but isn't about to ask if he had a habit of giving fake names to girls.
This may just be the best sequence in a SPN story that I've ever read. It sent me out of my chair and I danced about the house going "Squee". (Got a few weird looks for that....)
Love this fic. I always want more Jess-fic, to see what different people think she could have been.
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Date: 2006-09-02 06:12 am (UTC)Great Perspective
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Date: 2006-09-02 08:45 am (UTC)In this, she's someone you'd want to know, she's someone you could see Sam wanting to be with - and it's terrible because you make me love her even as I'm fully aware of what her fate will be, which is heartbreaking. I really liked this so much - thank you.
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Date: 2006-09-16 11:51 am (UTC)Hee! Monkey arms. :)
Wonderful work, as always.
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Date: 2007-07-26 11:15 am (UTC)A Little White Lie Here And There Never Hurt Anybody
Date: 2007-07-29 02:34 am (UTC)That's a really interesting thought. And Dean probably wouldn't remember her.
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