saturday night and the moon is out

[feel_human]

Tucked away off the road in Bon Temps, there's a road house. Warm light spills from its windows, and the sound of a jukebox playing drifts out into the muggy Louisiana night. The regular assortment of trucks and Hail-Mary-please-keep-this-lemon-goin'-just-a-little-longer cars sit in the dirt parking lot; what amounts to about half the town's small population... or, at least, of those of the 'drinking age and above' persuasion.

Inside, it's a bar of the type scattered all across the American South: homey, no-nonsense. Booths and tables. A man in a plaid flannel shirt wiping the bar; a crossdresser in the kitchen singing Gospel hymns and rolling his hips in time with the words just to scandalize the prep cook. A handful of waitresses, bustling about.

Sookie makes her way briskly through it all, a tray balanced on her palm and her eyes kept stubbornly front, as voices swarm around her. Aloud, and... less so.

...I’m just going to have one beer tonight Jesus one beer that’s all...

...better not gripe about me eating fries not after what I did for him last night...

...I cannot wait to get the hell out of this podunk town...

 

 "Well, make sure you do, and before it’s too late," she responds, thoughtless, to the young man. "Because every year you wait? You just get more and more stuck here. Believe me, I know."

He stares at her. So do his parents.

So does the other table. And she realizes, too little too late, that he hadn't said that out loud, not at all. She laughs, uncomfortable. "I’ll get y'all some ketchup," she says, brightly, and flees, ponytail swinging against the nape of her neck as she goes.

Stupid, Sookie, she chides herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

 

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[gavemea_45]

He ducks his head, a little sheepish. She's not wrong, about any of it.

"As long as you're sure. I don't - I don't want you to feel like you have to, or anything."

[feel_human]

There's no hiding her satisfaction at her victory, but it softens a little as she looks at him. "I'm sure," she promises, and smiles, a little.

"Maybe you can get a little taste of that normal life for a little bit, anyhow. Even with a vampire around. See how you like it."

[gavemea_45]

"Maybe." Sam smiles back at her. "Thanks."

The fact is that there is a vampire around, though, and he sobers a bit. "Do me a favor? Don't go outside before sunrise. As soon as it's light I'll take a look around, and see if there's any signs that he - or they - that anyone's been watching the place."

[feel_human]

"I promise," she agrees, without hesitation. Not that it's likely she'll be awake before sunrise as it is; it was already late when she closed down at Merlotte's, and now it could almost rightfully be called early.

She gives his hand a last squeeze and lifts hers away to lift her tea for a sip.

[gavemea_45]

"Thanks," he murmurs, and reaches for his own glass. Sam swirls it around to loosen the ice, then takes a swallow.

"Is there anything else you wanted to ask about tonight? I know it's been a lot to take in."

[feel_human]

Sookie shakes her head. "I'm sure you've told me all the important bits," she points out. "And I don't want to pry too much, only knowin' you one night so far."

She smiles a little as she says it, sitting straight-backed and proper in her chair. "But if there's anythin' you want to know, well... I can understand that. Is there?"

[gavemea_45]

He very, very carefully doesn't let his mind wander to wondering about anything that might be inappropriate, and shakes his head, smiling back at her.

"Nothing that can't wait for morning," he promises. "But same goes. You can ask me anything you want, Sookie. About anything."

[feel_human]

The thing that comes to mind isn't about vampires, or hunters, or complicated family dynamics, but rather about whether or not he'd still want to do something with her, in the morning.

Which is neither here nor there and not a priority, not for either of them, just now... but still, she can't help thinking it. "All right," she agrees, a little shy, and finishes her tea, setting the ice clinking in her glass.

"You've been on the road all day," she observes, soft. "You must be pretty tired."

[gavemea_45]

"You must be, too," he murmurs, keeping his voice low to match hers. "Things were hopping at the bar even before all this. Want to call it a night?"

[feel_human]

She doesn't want to, not even a little, but it's got to be coming on to three in the morning and he's right that she's tired right down to her bones. So it's certainly the sensible thing to do, and she is, usually, sensible.

Which doesn't stop her from sighing, just a little. "I suppose we oughta," she says, and gets up to put her glass in the sink. "It is pretty late, even for a closin' night."

[gavemea_45]

He finishes off his tea and gets up to do the same, following her over to the sink and setting his glass beside hers.

"Are you upstairs too, or...?"

[feel_human]

Sookie turns from the sink and blinks to see him right there; then has to tip her head back to look up at him. "Goodness, but you're tall," she says, a little blankly, all her thoughts not quite caught up with her yet.

She's always been petite, but she's never felt more so than standing here at the kitchen counter with him. After a second, she remembers he'd asked her something. "Am I... yes. Upstairs."

[gavemea_45]

"Taller than Dean," he tells her, with a wry smile. "Used to annoy the hell out of him, too. He said it wasn't fair, since I was his little brother."

Sam tips his head sideways toward the stairs. "I can walk you up, if you like."

[feel_human]

"All right," she says, and doesn't even tease him for it. It's kind of sweet and gentlemanly.

But she gives him a pert glance as she goes to shut off the kitchen lights. "You're taller than my brother, too," she observes, amused. "He'll eat his heart out with jealousy."

[gavemea_45]

"He works construction, right? The guys mentioned him earlier, I think," Sam explains, as he crosses the kitchen to walk with her.

Maybe it's silly, and it's sure not like she needs him to see her to her own door in her own house, but he doesn't want to say good night quite yet.

[feel_human]

"He's got a few odd jobs," she tells him, leading him back out of the kitchen and into the front hall. "And you'll probably hear a lot about him. Jason's always been popular."

[gavemea_45]

"Okay." He glances out the windows as they go, checking for any signs of intruders outside, and waits for her to lead the way before he follows her up.

[feel_human]

The house is quiet and peaceful as she leads him up the stairs. They creak a little, but she knows the trick of them like the back of her hand and takes him up along the side where the wood isn't so squeaky.

Upstairs, she heads to the door of her room. The door is open and her little white room is visible in the moonlight spilling through the window: everything in it as neat and pretty and feminine as Sookie herself, from the flowerbuds on the wallpaper to the white bed and its coverlet to the vanity by the window. "Well..."

She turns to him, a little at a loss. "Here we are."

[gavemea_45]

He stops at the door so as not to intrude on her space, and looks down at her. "Here we are," he agrees, softly. "Get some rest, Sookie. Don't worry about anything, okay?"

[feel_human]

"You don't, neither."

She looks up at him, then, on impulse, puts a hand on his shoulder and stretches up to her tippiest toes to kiss his cheek. Even in the dark, her blush is visible when she sets back down. "Thanks. For everythin'."

[gavemea_45]

He looks down at her, taking in the way her cheeks color, and the look in his eyes softens.

Slowly, giving her plenty of time to step back if she wants, Sam reaches to curve his hand against her face and leans down to kiss her, sweet and gentle.

[feel_human]

Her breath catches and her heart trips in her chest, and she watches with wide eyes as he leans down towards her. And then his lips are against hers, light and sweet and almost innocent, and a rush of sparks floods through her.

Her hands settle on his chest almost without her noticing as she closes her eyes and kisses him back, sweet as a summer morning.

[gavemea_45]

He covers her hands with his, fingers spread wide, as the kiss breaks. Sam lets his other hand rest on her shoulder for a moment and gives her a small, bashful smile.

[feel_human]

Her mouth is all unruly smiles that refuse to be tamped down, even as she tries to press her lips together. "Well," she manages, finally, giddy delight bubbling up through her head.

"Good night, then."

[gavemea_45]

"Good night."

Sam steps back from her and turns to head back down the hall to the guest room, casting one quick glance over his shoulder as he does.

The smile fades as he walks into the room. He checks the window again, looking for signs of observation, then pulls it shut and latches it, drawing the curtains over the glass.

He sets the alarm on his phone for sometime shortly after sunrise.