Hey, look, I wrote something else.
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apocalypsosSam/Jess, 200 words or so. For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyra_wing, who put the damn mental image in my head in the first place.
Studying makes Sam really damn horny.
See, there's this level of intensity Sam reaches that's pretty much the same regardless of whether he's trying to wrap his tongue around the names of obscure Russian authors or around your clit. He is there to do this, to do it better than everybody else, and whether there is a quiz on obscure Russian authors or trigonometry or modern sculpture or going down on a girl until she screams, he's going to fucking own up.
Jess has never looked forward to finals week the way she does after she moves in with Sam.
He always wants to study at the kitchen table, stacks of notebooks and textbooks all over the damn place. But Jess can already see them scattered all over the linoleum, her bare ass on the table and Sam staring between her spread legs with the same serious expression he gets trying to memorize dates for his Asian history exam.
He flips through the pages of his notebook with long deft fingers she can already feel on her skin, a phantom touch ghosting along the inside of her thighs that makes her shiver.
Sam sighs heavily, says, “Coffee?” with an expectant look in his eyes.
She shakes her head with a grin.
It's not worth drinking any herself if she knows she'll just taste it on his tongue in a few short minutes anyway.
****
Okay, now somebody write the story where researching stuff and hanging out in libraries and just the scent of the damn books is enough to get Sam to throw Dean against a bookcase and have his naughty way with him.
lyra_wing, who put the damn mental image in my head in the first place.Studying makes Sam really damn horny.
See, there's this level of intensity Sam reaches that's pretty much the same regardless of whether he's trying to wrap his tongue around the names of obscure Russian authors or around your clit. He is there to do this, to do it better than everybody else, and whether there is a quiz on obscure Russian authors or trigonometry or modern sculpture or going down on a girl until she screams, he's going to fucking own up.
Jess has never looked forward to finals week the way she does after she moves in with Sam.
He always wants to study at the kitchen table, stacks of notebooks and textbooks all over the damn place. But Jess can already see them scattered all over the linoleum, her bare ass on the table and Sam staring between her spread legs with the same serious expression he gets trying to memorize dates for his Asian history exam.
He flips through the pages of his notebook with long deft fingers she can already feel on her skin, a phantom touch ghosting along the inside of her thighs that makes her shiver.
Sam sighs heavily, says, “Coffee?” with an expectant look in his eyes.
She shakes her head with a grin.
It's not worth drinking any herself if she knows she'll just taste it on his tongue in a few short minutes anyway.
****
Okay, now somebody write the story where researching stuff and hanging out in libraries and just the scent of the damn books is enough to get Sam to throw Dean against a bookcase and have his naughty way with him.
