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Pairing: Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore
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Rating: R
Spoilers: Up to "Shadows"
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, wheeee!
*****
And Touch Your Face Again
*****
Ring
Jess has never been the gigantic diamond engagement ring type, and when he does take a knee one day, Sam's positive he could hand her a teddy bear and she'll still accept with a smile.
Hero
The white knight Jessica dreamed of as a little girl turns out to be the guy who waters her plants and always brings home an extra cappucino, so if her childhood self would have been disappointed, Jess feels sorry for her.
Memory
What Sam remembers of kissing Jess is the sweet, fruity taste of her lip gloss, the strawberry and banana scent of her shampoo, the hot little noises she made when his fingers slipped through her hair, and the hazy, satisfied look in her eyes afterwards.
Box
"If you think you're getting the prize inside, you're out of your mind," she said, plucking the cereal box from his fingers before he could protest.
Run
When Sam dreams of running, he knows exactly where he's running to because of the mingled stench of woodsmoke and burning flesh.
Hurricane
He can't help it if he sees the news stories and thinks of voodoo first, not with the way he was raised.
Wings
"It's the Super Bowl, Sam, and you can't have the Super Bowl without wings and beer," Jess says, and she's so matter-of-fact about it he eats fifteen of them without complaint.
Cold
When the temperature plummets fifteen degrees one night in January, the two of them curl together in bed like kittens and hold onto one another for warmth.
Red
It's when she sees the blood on Sam's hand that she starts to shiver, and it might only be a cut from a kitchen knife but his collection of scars don't need another addition.
Drink
Anything more than two beers and he's useless, but why bother when Jess in his arms is twice as intoxicating?
Midnight
"We could always play strip cramming-for-midterms," Sam teases, but just because she gives him a scowl and a playful smack on the arm doesn't mean she's not considering it.
Temptation
Everything about her is a daring lure, the scent of her and that come-hither smile and the way she knows exactly how to tease the darkness out of him.
View
So maybe it's a little cliche when Sam admits that his favorite thing to do is watch the look on her face when she comes, but he doesn't really give a damn.
Music
On their third date, she drags him to this under-twenty-one club and all Sam remembers afterwards is the heat of a hundred bodies in the room, the steady rhythm of the music making his skin hum and the soft, subtle press of her body against his.
Silk
The only problem he has with Jess's silk underwear is not being able to tell where it ends and her skin begins in the dark.
Cover
Sunday mornings mean snuggling together on the couch and burrowing under the comforter, legs entangled and coffee nearby and old movies running back-to-back on TV.
Promise
"I swear I'll protect you," Sam says to her while she sleeps, but even if she hears him she wouldn't know just how serious he is about that.
Dream
A thousand dreams about Jess, and it's completely unfair how few of them don't feature her bathed in flames.
Candle
The candles are lit a few minutes after the power goes out, and Sam has to clench his jaw to keep from saying the usual protective prayers over them.
Talent
The fact is that Jess can tie a cherry stem in a knot with her tongue and that trumps any weapons training or lockpicking skills Sam's ever learned.
Silence
He wouldn't call it lying outright, not all of it, but it's the lies of omission that are going to bite him in the ass one day.
Journey
"You can't tell me this isn't the best road trip you've ever been on," Jess says with a smile as they go to her sister's house in Arizona, and as long as no one dies, he doesn't have to commit a felony, and he doesn't get any new scars by the time they get back home, he's bound to agree.
Fire
Sometimes when Sam dreams, it's just him and Jess and an ordinary day together, but everywhere she goes she's engulfed in flames and it only takes one of those dreams before Sam knows he never wants to have another one of them again.
Strength
Jess doesn't know where that dangerous streak of steel running through Sam came from, but as long as he makes her feel safe, she doesn't care.
Mask
Sam Winchester is a good student, a good man, and a guy with a dead mother and a lousy father, and he'll hold onto that role with both hands as long as it keeps Jess at his side.
Ice
"How else do you expect to cool down during a heat wave?" Jess asks, and Sam's got a million other answers for that but not one of them will make her stop tugging up his T-shirt with an ice cube in one hand and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
Fall
So this blonde girl trips in the hallway between classes and falls into his arms, and the minute her body touches his, the world around them slows down like it's been waiting for them to connect.
Forgotten
He keeps hoping that every day that passes at Stanford will kill off another memory of being a warrior, but Sam spots the guy in the shadows eyeing Jess with wild need in his eyes and gives him a look so dark and threatening the bastard disappears in a heartbeat.
Dance
Sam isn't the best dancer in the world by far, but with Jess in his arms, he holds fast to the beat of the music and refuses to let go.
Body
Jess likes his scars in her own way, likes to run her fingers and lips and tongue over them until that's what he remembers more than the demon or poltergeist who put them there.
Sacred
And Sam might not have faith in God or religion outside of what they'll do to keep him alive but he believes in this, in the heated caress of her fingertips across his skin and the flicker of her tongue past his lips, in the way Jess makes him feel just by being in the same room with him.
Farewells
He'll always regret that his last kiss goodbye was only a quick brush of his lips across her skin, wasn't deep and heady and their entire fucking love story told in a thousand teasing caresses.
World
Jess names a dozen different places around the world they can go to on spring break, a dozen places Sam's never been to but not for lack of trying.
Formal
"We definitely need to get you in a suit more often," Jess says, and she trails her hand down his chest leaving a pathway paved with meaningful intentions behind.
Fever
Sam makes homemade chicken soup for Jess, sits on the far end of the couch and tells her bad jokes until she forgets how sick she is and is worrying more about how sore her sides are from laughing, and it takes him another day and a half before he realizes he just went through every step of Dean's sick-little-brother procedures without thinking about it.
Laugh
Jess's ticklish spots are the curve of her waist and the inside of her thighs and that spot near her elbows, so when she bites her bottom lip when he makes love to her, it's just as much to suppress a case of the giggles as it is to keep from moaning too loud.
Lies
Well, it was either tell her the truth and have her think he was insane or let her believe the easiest lies he could come up with, and if there was one thing a Winchester could do when cornered, it was lie through their teeth, even if they didn't like it.
Forever
All he wanted with her was forever, but forever shouldn't last a year and a half.
Overwhelmed
It isn't the pressure of the three midterms or two papers Sam's got to write that finally make him crack and leave the library, it's the phone call from Jess and the way she barely restrains a laugh as she begs him to come back to the apartment before she forgets what he looks like.
Whisper
"God, Sam," she whispers, small fingers threading through his hair as his lips press a trail of hot wet kisses southward along the curves of her body.
Wait
Most afternoons Sam's fine, but sometimes he's so full of energy he can barely stand it, and Jess walks in to find him pacing in the kitchen ready to sweep her into his arms.
Talk
If Dean were here, he'd tell Sam to stop talking with her and do something, but his brother never really knew how to talk to real girls anyway.
Search
Sam remembers tossing the entire apartment once looking for one of Jess's earrings and only wishes the search for her killer was that easy to resolve.
Hope
The first thing Sam thinks when he sees Dean's face above him in the living room isn't relief that it's only his dumbass brother, but hope he won't let anything slip in front of Jess.
Eclipse
It happens once during his stay at Stanford and everybody at campus uses it as an excuse to drink (like they even need any other excuses), but all Sam can think about is the dozen of evil creatures that prowl the streets during a lunar eclipse.
Gravity
He expects her to fall and waits and waits, and the only part of her that listens to his prayers in those precious drawn-out seconds are the droplets of blood raining from her midsection.
Highway
With every mile added to the Impala's odometer, another memory of Jess fades just enough to make him wince.
Unknown
What you don't know can't hurt you has always been a saying the Winchester family loathes, but just this once, Sam's willing to hope it's true.
Lock
"Found them in the bottom of my knapsack," Sam says as he opens the apartment door on Jessica's return with the neighbor's spare set of keys, flashing an apologetic grin and making sure to duck inside first to palm his own set before she sees them.
Breathe
When they kiss, it's more addictive than caffeine or drugs or sin, and their breaths weave together until the only air they're using seems to be their own.
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore
Written For:
1sentenceRating: R
Spoilers: Up to "Shadows"
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, wheeee!
And Touch Your Face Again
*****
Ring
Jess has never been the gigantic diamond engagement ring type, and when he does take a knee one day, Sam's positive he could hand her a teddy bear and she'll still accept with a smile.
Hero
The white knight Jessica dreamed of as a little girl turns out to be the guy who waters her plants and always brings home an extra cappucino, so if her childhood self would have been disappointed, Jess feels sorry for her.
Memory
What Sam remembers of kissing Jess is the sweet, fruity taste of her lip gloss, the strawberry and banana scent of her shampoo, the hot little noises she made when his fingers slipped through her hair, and the hazy, satisfied look in her eyes afterwards.
Box
"If you think you're getting the prize inside, you're out of your mind," she said, plucking the cereal box from his fingers before he could protest.
Run
When Sam dreams of running, he knows exactly where he's running to because of the mingled stench of woodsmoke and burning flesh.
Hurricane
He can't help it if he sees the news stories and thinks of voodoo first, not with the way he was raised.
Wings
"It's the Super Bowl, Sam, and you can't have the Super Bowl without wings and beer," Jess says, and she's so matter-of-fact about it he eats fifteen of them without complaint.
Cold
When the temperature plummets fifteen degrees one night in January, the two of them curl together in bed like kittens and hold onto one another for warmth.
Red
It's when she sees the blood on Sam's hand that she starts to shiver, and it might only be a cut from a kitchen knife but his collection of scars don't need another addition.
Drink
Anything more than two beers and he's useless, but why bother when Jess in his arms is twice as intoxicating?
Midnight
"We could always play strip cramming-for-midterms," Sam teases, but just because she gives him a scowl and a playful smack on the arm doesn't mean she's not considering it.
Temptation
Everything about her is a daring lure, the scent of her and that come-hither smile and the way she knows exactly how to tease the darkness out of him.
View
So maybe it's a little cliche when Sam admits that his favorite thing to do is watch the look on her face when she comes, but he doesn't really give a damn.
Music
On their third date, she drags him to this under-twenty-one club and all Sam remembers afterwards is the heat of a hundred bodies in the room, the steady rhythm of the music making his skin hum and the soft, subtle press of her body against his.
Silk
The only problem he has with Jess's silk underwear is not being able to tell where it ends and her skin begins in the dark.
Cover
Sunday mornings mean snuggling together on the couch and burrowing under the comforter, legs entangled and coffee nearby and old movies running back-to-back on TV.
Promise
"I swear I'll protect you," Sam says to her while she sleeps, but even if she hears him she wouldn't know just how serious he is about that.
Dream
A thousand dreams about Jess, and it's completely unfair how few of them don't feature her bathed in flames.
Candle
The candles are lit a few minutes after the power goes out, and Sam has to clench his jaw to keep from saying the usual protective prayers over them.
Talent
The fact is that Jess can tie a cherry stem in a knot with her tongue and that trumps any weapons training or lockpicking skills Sam's ever learned.
Silence
He wouldn't call it lying outright, not all of it, but it's the lies of omission that are going to bite him in the ass one day.
Journey
"You can't tell me this isn't the best road trip you've ever been on," Jess says with a smile as they go to her sister's house in Arizona, and as long as no one dies, he doesn't have to commit a felony, and he doesn't get any new scars by the time they get back home, he's bound to agree.
Fire
Sometimes when Sam dreams, it's just him and Jess and an ordinary day together, but everywhere she goes she's engulfed in flames and it only takes one of those dreams before Sam knows he never wants to have another one of them again.
Strength
Jess doesn't know where that dangerous streak of steel running through Sam came from, but as long as he makes her feel safe, she doesn't care.
Mask
Sam Winchester is a good student, a good man, and a guy with a dead mother and a lousy father, and he'll hold onto that role with both hands as long as it keeps Jess at his side.
Ice
"How else do you expect to cool down during a heat wave?" Jess asks, and Sam's got a million other answers for that but not one of them will make her stop tugging up his T-shirt with an ice cube in one hand and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
Fall
So this blonde girl trips in the hallway between classes and falls into his arms, and the minute her body touches his, the world around them slows down like it's been waiting for them to connect.
Forgotten
He keeps hoping that every day that passes at Stanford will kill off another memory of being a warrior, but Sam spots the guy in the shadows eyeing Jess with wild need in his eyes and gives him a look so dark and threatening the bastard disappears in a heartbeat.
Dance
Sam isn't the best dancer in the world by far, but with Jess in his arms, he holds fast to the beat of the music and refuses to let go.
Body
Jess likes his scars in her own way, likes to run her fingers and lips and tongue over them until that's what he remembers more than the demon or poltergeist who put them there.
Sacred
And Sam might not have faith in God or religion outside of what they'll do to keep him alive but he believes in this, in the heated caress of her fingertips across his skin and the flicker of her tongue past his lips, in the way Jess makes him feel just by being in the same room with him.
Farewells
He'll always regret that his last kiss goodbye was only a quick brush of his lips across her skin, wasn't deep and heady and their entire fucking love story told in a thousand teasing caresses.
World
Jess names a dozen different places around the world they can go to on spring break, a dozen places Sam's never been to but not for lack of trying.
Formal
"We definitely need to get you in a suit more often," Jess says, and she trails her hand down his chest leaving a pathway paved with meaningful intentions behind.
Fever
Sam makes homemade chicken soup for Jess, sits on the far end of the couch and tells her bad jokes until she forgets how sick she is and is worrying more about how sore her sides are from laughing, and it takes him another day and a half before he realizes he just went through every step of Dean's sick-little-brother procedures without thinking about it.
Laugh
Jess's ticklish spots are the curve of her waist and the inside of her thighs and that spot near her elbows, so when she bites her bottom lip when he makes love to her, it's just as much to suppress a case of the giggles as it is to keep from moaning too loud.
Lies
Well, it was either tell her the truth and have her think he was insane or let her believe the easiest lies he could come up with, and if there was one thing a Winchester could do when cornered, it was lie through their teeth, even if they didn't like it.
Forever
All he wanted with her was forever, but forever shouldn't last a year and a half.
Overwhelmed
It isn't the pressure of the three midterms or two papers Sam's got to write that finally make him crack and leave the library, it's the phone call from Jess and the way she barely restrains a laugh as she begs him to come back to the apartment before she forgets what he looks like.
Whisper
"God, Sam," she whispers, small fingers threading through his hair as his lips press a trail of hot wet kisses southward along the curves of her body.
Wait
Most afternoons Sam's fine, but sometimes he's so full of energy he can barely stand it, and Jess walks in to find him pacing in the kitchen ready to sweep her into his arms.
Talk
If Dean were here, he'd tell Sam to stop talking with her and do something, but his brother never really knew how to talk to real girls anyway.
Search
Sam remembers tossing the entire apartment once looking for one of Jess's earrings and only wishes the search for her killer was that easy to resolve.
Hope
The first thing Sam thinks when he sees Dean's face above him in the living room isn't relief that it's only his dumbass brother, but hope he won't let anything slip in front of Jess.
Eclipse
It happens once during his stay at Stanford and everybody at campus uses it as an excuse to drink (like they even need any other excuses), but all Sam can think about is the dozen of evil creatures that prowl the streets during a lunar eclipse.
Gravity
He expects her to fall and waits and waits, and the only part of her that listens to his prayers in those precious drawn-out seconds are the droplets of blood raining from her midsection.
Highway
With every mile added to the Impala's odometer, another memory of Jess fades just enough to make him wince.
Unknown
What you don't know can't hurt you has always been a saying the Winchester family loathes, but just this once, Sam's willing to hope it's true.
Lock
"Found them in the bottom of my knapsack," Sam says as he opens the apartment door on Jessica's return with the neighbor's spare set of keys, flashing an apologetic grin and making sure to duck inside first to palm his own set before she sees them.
Breathe
When they kiss, it's more addictive than caffeine or drugs or sin, and their breaths weave together until the only air they're using seems to be their own.
