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apocalypsos) wrote2007-03-22 02:52 am
apocalypsos) wrote2007-03-22 02:52 am
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Hey, look, I wrote something else.
Sam/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.
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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.
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I was so hoping to see Sam play with my Competence Kink tonight!
And this? Has me grinning.
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favourite line in the whole wooooooooooorld.
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How about an RPS library drabble instead? My darling
http://felisblanco.livejournal.com/484981.html
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*gives you tons of cookies*
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Each one of those were hard-learned but quickly-taken-to-his-ass lessons that Dean had embraced wholeheartedly, especially after that first time in Poughkeepsie and he couldn't sit for three days.
Skipping the underwear is almost habit at this point, and the only reason Dean really bothers is because sometimes, that extra layer of protection can keep you from freezing your nuts off, especially if you're gonna need them later.
...Although Sam's tongue did do a good job thawing them out last winter in Utah...
Dean shook his head to clear his wandering mind as he watched Sam fidgeting at the table, wiggling in the chair and trying to get his long legs comfortable under the cramped table while trying to hide the hard-on that those books were giving him.
Dean had a feeling the fuck he was going to get was more than enough repayment for the work he'd gone through forging those special diplomatic credentials so Sam could get into this foreign-language library, but just to check, he leaned against one of the bookcases to test the strength and found it bolted to the floor.
Perfect, man.
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I envy Jess her reasons for loving finals.
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That's my boy Sammy!
*loves*
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And?
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
ommgggg *squirms* Thank YOU for that, oh yes.
Now you have to write the actual fucking part. Yes yes. *nods* Dean or Jess! I am not picky!