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Title: Sew Buttons on Ice Cream (See If They Stick)
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,190 words
Pairing: Dean/girl!Sam
Prompt #26, Obsession (for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30)
Spoilers for: "Something Wicked"
Warnings: Incest, bad language
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just like playing with them.
Summary: Okay, see, now Sam's just doing it on purpose.
Author's note: Set in the curse 'verse of This One Time, In a Michelle Pfeiffer Movie ....
*****
Sew Buttons on Ice Cream (See If They Stick)
*****
Sam has twenty-twenty vision, so what she really needs is to get rid of those goddamn glasses.
When Dean plucks them from the bridge of her nose and says, "Why do you even wear these stupid things anyway?", Sam gets that dark pissed-off look on her face like a storm front's coming through and snatches them back before Dean can blink. She adjusts them on her nose again just the right way, like they're actually necessary rather than decorative, and gives him a good hard shove on the shoulder because she can.
"They just look cute on me, that's all," she says, and doesn't even bother to sound the least bit apologetic about it.
Dean would probably tease her, but one night when Sam was sleeping, he'd snuck into the bathroom when he was all girled up and tried on those stupid glasses and he didn't look half as sexy with them on as she did.
*****
Sam gets into fights on a regular basis where waist-length curls are just a hindrance, so what she really needs is to cut it down to shoulder-length, at the very least.
When Dean suggests it all casual-like, Sam's eyes cloud over and she grabs onto a bouncy dark curl almost frantically as if he'll sneak over and lop it off if she doesn't. Her fingers tug at it, and as they run along its length, Dean has to clench his teeth to keep from groaning. Sam's hair as a girl is dark and impossibly silky, and when this curse is said and done the main thing he'll remember about it is that way the ends of it drift in soft whispers across his legs when she rides him.
"I like my hair," she says, pouting like a professional.
Dean's never drop-kicked a kitten before, but he imagines this is what it feels like.
*****
Sam's never been all that big into junk food, so what she really needs is to lose the addiction she's developed to ice cream.
When Dean teases her and makes a grab for the strawberry cheesecake cone he bought her, Sam glares at him like he's committing murder one and tries to hold the cone away from both him and the laptop with their research at the same time. She licks the ice cream almost deliberately, like she wants to eat more and take away the toy he wants to steal from her at the same time, and when the tip of her tongue darts out past her lips, Dean's jeans grow tight and uncomfortable in a heartbeat.
"Get your own," she snaps, and shakes her head before licking a trail of melted pink ice cream that's dripping down the edge of the cone.
Okay, see, now Sam's just doing it on purpose.
*****
Sam as a girl is curvier than Dean is as a girl by a long shot, so what she really needs is to stop borrowing Dean's clothes.
When Dean tells her not to, she doesn't hear the catch in his voice as she tugs off her slimed T-shirt and rummages through the bag of girl clothes that had been left on the back seat of the Impala. They've been sleeping together for eight days now, and Sam's officially given up all pretense of modesty around him, which means she doesn't seem to give a damn what kind of effect her sitting in the back seat with her breasts on display in that light blue bra is having on Dean.
"I hope you don't expect me to wear a shirt covered in demon guts all the way back to the motel," she says in this teasing tone, and pulls out Dean's favorite black miniskirt with a triumphant grin.
Dean swallows hard at the sight of it, because the last time he wore that as a girl, they'd had so much sex he could barely walk the next day and he hadn't even been in the same freaking body.
Oh, that did not bode well.
*****
Sam has only two hours until the sun sets and she turns into a real boy again, so what she really needs is to go back to the motel and hang out until then.
When Dean suggests it, she patently ignores him as she drags him into this bar, grumbling something under her breath about never getting to go anywhere or do anything as a girl because Dean lucked out and got the nights. And Dean would wonder what's crawled up her ass this time to make her act like this, but somewhere between the ever-flowing liquor and the pounding salsa music in the place she hauled him into, he's not sure he wants to question it.
"Still think I'm a geek?" she asks, her body pressed against his as she leans up and flicks her tongue along his jawline.
Dean can't tear his gaze away from hers because it's either that or groan at the way she's moving against him, smooth swishes of her hips that catch the beat and won't let go. She's boosted a tank top from Dean's stash of girl clothes, something lavender and filmy that clings to her like a second skin and makes him swear he can catch the scent of lilacs coming off her.
Between the tank top and that goddamn miniskirt, she's driving him wild by inches, and it only takes a half hour before he's dragging her out of the club the same way she dragged him in.
*****
Sam turns into a wildcat when he's got her all riled up like this, so what she really needs is to take off her goddamn top before Dean rips it off her.
When Dean thinks about telling her that, though, she keeps distracting him, damn it. The rasp of her tongue across his chest, his nipples, down, down until she's on her knees and the next thing he knows her lips slide over him and he couldn't think straight now even if he forced himself to try.
"Jesus," he hisses, fingers threading through her hair.
Dean wonders how long they have until sunset, if she'll still be down there when it comes and whether Sam as a guy is just going to smile and keep going, but he can't wait that long, can't hold out until tomorrow morning to have her like this. He hauls her to her feet without a warning, crushes her lips with his and lifts her up to set her on the edge of the dresser.
He feels the pressure of her smile, gentle and sweet against his lips even as she groans when he thrusts into her, and he wishes he couldn't count the time he's got left with Sam like this in hours.
Title: Sew Buttons on Ice Cream (See If They Stick)
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,190 words
Pairing: Dean/girl!Sam
Prompt #26, Obsession (for
psych_30)Spoilers for: "Something Wicked"
Warnings: Incest, bad language
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just like playing with them.
Summary: Okay, see, now Sam's just doing it on purpose.
Author's note: Set in the curse 'verse of This One Time, In a Michelle Pfeiffer Movie ....
Sew Buttons on Ice Cream (See If They Stick)
*****
Sam has twenty-twenty vision, so what she really needs is to get rid of those goddamn glasses.
When Dean plucks them from the bridge of her nose and says, "Why do you even wear these stupid things anyway?", Sam gets that dark pissed-off look on her face like a storm front's coming through and snatches them back before Dean can blink. She adjusts them on her nose again just the right way, like they're actually necessary rather than decorative, and gives him a good hard shove on the shoulder because she can.
"They just look cute on me, that's all," she says, and doesn't even bother to sound the least bit apologetic about it.
Dean would probably tease her, but one night when Sam was sleeping, he'd snuck into the bathroom when he was all girled up and tried on those stupid glasses and he didn't look half as sexy with them on as she did.
Sam gets into fights on a regular basis where waist-length curls are just a hindrance, so what she really needs is to cut it down to shoulder-length, at the very least.
When Dean suggests it all casual-like, Sam's eyes cloud over and she grabs onto a bouncy dark curl almost frantically as if he'll sneak over and lop it off if she doesn't. Her fingers tug at it, and as they run along its length, Dean has to clench his teeth to keep from groaning. Sam's hair as a girl is dark and impossibly silky, and when this curse is said and done the main thing he'll remember about it is that way the ends of it drift in soft whispers across his legs when she rides him.
"I like my hair," she says, pouting like a professional.
Dean's never drop-kicked a kitten before, but he imagines this is what it feels like.
Sam's never been all that big into junk food, so what she really needs is to lose the addiction she's developed to ice cream.
When Dean teases her and makes a grab for the strawberry cheesecake cone he bought her, Sam glares at him like he's committing murder one and tries to hold the cone away from both him and the laptop with their research at the same time. She licks the ice cream almost deliberately, like she wants to eat more and take away the toy he wants to steal from her at the same time, and when the tip of her tongue darts out past her lips, Dean's jeans grow tight and uncomfortable in a heartbeat.
"Get your own," she snaps, and shakes her head before licking a trail of melted pink ice cream that's dripping down the edge of the cone.
Okay, see, now Sam's just doing it on purpose.
Sam as a girl is curvier than Dean is as a girl by a long shot, so what she really needs is to stop borrowing Dean's clothes.
When Dean tells her not to, she doesn't hear the catch in his voice as she tugs off her slimed T-shirt and rummages through the bag of girl clothes that had been left on the back seat of the Impala. They've been sleeping together for eight days now, and Sam's officially given up all pretense of modesty around him, which means she doesn't seem to give a damn what kind of effect her sitting in the back seat with her breasts on display in that light blue bra is having on Dean.
"I hope you don't expect me to wear a shirt covered in demon guts all the way back to the motel," she says in this teasing tone, and pulls out Dean's favorite black miniskirt with a triumphant grin.
Dean swallows hard at the sight of it, because the last time he wore that as a girl, they'd had so much sex he could barely walk the next day and he hadn't even been in the same freaking body.
Oh, that did not bode well.
Sam has only two hours until the sun sets and she turns into a real boy again, so what she really needs is to go back to the motel and hang out until then.
When Dean suggests it, she patently ignores him as she drags him into this bar, grumbling something under her breath about never getting to go anywhere or do anything as a girl because Dean lucked out and got the nights. And Dean would wonder what's crawled up her ass this time to make her act like this, but somewhere between the ever-flowing liquor and the pounding salsa music in the place she hauled him into, he's not sure he wants to question it.
"Still think I'm a geek?" she asks, her body pressed against his as she leans up and flicks her tongue along his jawline.
Dean can't tear his gaze away from hers because it's either that or groan at the way she's moving against him, smooth swishes of her hips that catch the beat and won't let go. She's boosted a tank top from Dean's stash of girl clothes, something lavender and filmy that clings to her like a second skin and makes him swear he can catch the scent of lilacs coming off her.
Between the tank top and that goddamn miniskirt, she's driving him wild by inches, and it only takes a half hour before he's dragging her out of the club the same way she dragged him in.
Sam turns into a wildcat when he's got her all riled up like this, so what she really needs is to take off her goddamn top before Dean rips it off her.
When Dean thinks about telling her that, though, she keeps distracting him, damn it. The rasp of her tongue across his chest, his nipples, down, down until she's on her knees and the next thing he knows her lips slide over him and he couldn't think straight now even if he forced himself to try.
"Jesus," he hisses, fingers threading through her hair.
Dean wonders how long they have until sunset, if she'll still be down there when it comes and whether Sam as a guy is just going to smile and keep going, but he can't wait that long, can't hold out until tomorrow morning to have her like this. He hauls her to her feet without a warning, crushes her lips with his and lifts her up to set her on the edge of the dresser.
He feels the pressure of her smile, gentle and sweet against his lips even as she groans when he thrusts into her, and he wishes he couldn't count the time he's got left with Sam like this in hours.
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Date: 2006-04-11 04:07 am (UTC)bye!
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Date: 2006-04-11 04:12 am (UTC)I'm trying to decide which one I want to screw more, maybe girl!Dean, but Sam has glasses. Dammit.
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Date: 2006-04-11 07:42 am (UTC)Hotness all over.
Awesome piece, love the continuation of this little series.
Great job. :)
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Date: 2006-04-11 09:29 am (UTC)They fuck like rabbits, lol. And they are both so IC it's sort of ...I'm awed.
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Date: 2006-04-11 11:35 am (UTC)Seriously, this is an absolutely amazing universe, and you write it so well that is completely slays me with the hot. I love your girl!sam and girl!dean, they're so perfect for each other. Always knew Dean would go for the hottie geek. ;)
Also, this right here?
He feels the pressure of her smile, gentle and sweet against his lips even as she groans when he thrusts into her, and he wishes he couldn't count the time he's got left with Sam like this in hours.
GORGEOUS. If you ever tire of this universe (which I sincerely hope you don't) I hope you write how the now-permanently-male Sam and Dean deal with the change in their relationship. I know you'd do that up right. ♥
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Date: 2006-04-11 01:52 pm (UTC)the main thing he'll remember about it is that way the ends of it drift in soft whispers across his legs when she rides him.
a;ldfkghfdg!
Dean's never drop-kicked a kitten before, but he imagines this is what it feels like.
tee. ♥
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Date: 2006-04-11 03:09 pm (UTC)kdhfla;shdfkjsdfHL;adaljdajfkjklasjhfklhfjhdfdfsf;
I...need a few moments. This was awesome.
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Date: 2006-04-12 03:49 am (UTC)I'm friending you, hope that's ok. (You don't have to friend me back)
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Date: 2006-04-12 03:52 am (UTC)"Still think I'm a geek?" she asks, her body pressed against his as she leans up and flicks her tongue along his jawline.
Ha! Oh Sammy, you go girl. Show him whatcha got!
He feels the pressure of her smile, gentle and sweet against his lips even as she groans when he thrusts into her, and he wishes he couldn't count the time he's got left with Sam like this in hours.
Dean's definitely addicted! I've loved seeing them switch off being girls, but it'll be fascinating to see them as both guys again too. *smiles hopefully*
Also, I'm friending you, if you don't mind :)
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Date: 2006-04-15 01:39 pm (UTC)There is more to come, right?
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