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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[feel_human]

"You were?"

She looks at him with unguarded surprise, before a tiny, bashful smile tugs at her mouth. "I wish I'd woken up early enough to see you there."

[gavemea_45]

"Uh-huh." Sam leans in to kiss that smile. "Unfortunately, the person who did see me there was your grandmother."

[feel_human]

Sookie's smile turns into an o of surprise, even being kissed.

"She didn't yell at you, did she?"

[gavemea_45]

"She didn't," Sam promises. He sounds rueful. "She told me that usually you have your door shut at night."

[feel_human]

Her mouth opens, and then a hot blush colors her cheeks. "Oh," she says, a little uselessly.

Of course Gran wouldn't scold. After all, it wasn't as though they'd done anything but sleep in the same bed, and she'd dealt with far worse when Jason was still in the house, but she still can't stop the swell of embarrassment.

[gavemea_45]

He kisses her again. "If it helps, she was pretty nice about it."

[feel_human]

That does help; so do his kisses. She can't help smiling into this one, and leaning in to kiss him back, like a honeybee drawn to a flower.

"She likes you," she points out, and kisses him again, her free hand lifting and curving against his cheek.

[gavemea_45]

"I like her too. She's nice." Sam kisses her again, slipping his arm around her waist as he does. "But I like you more."

[feel_human]

"I like you, too," she whispers, and shifts up onto her knees to press closer to him, letting him draw her near as she kisses him back, again and again.

[gavemea_45]

The next kiss is deeper, more wanting. Sam holds her around the waist and runs his other hand up her arm, sliding a finger under the shoulder strap of her sundress. He trails it down and up again, teasing, but doesn't cross under the line of her clothing.

[feel_human]

Each brush of his finger against her skin sends shivers rippling through her. She makes a small sound and cradles his head in her hands as she kisses him, sweet and deep and with the undercurrent of warmth that had only been banked overnight, not extinguished.

[gavemea_45]

"Sookie," he murmurs, and kisses her again, letting her angle his head how she wants. "Lie down with me."

[feel_human]

She nods, but doesn't pull back and doesn't lift her hands away from him to lower herself down. She just relaxes into the arm he has around her waist, trusting him to settle her down on the blanket.

[gavemea_45]

He shifts to the side and supports her as he lowers her to the blanket, then stretches out beside her and looks at the picture she makes. Sam cups his hand to her cheek, and smiles softly down at her.

"Yes?" he asks. "Only if you want."

[feel_human]

She leans up to kiss him, soft and sweet, then lays back against the blanket, watching him with dark, serious eyes. "Yes," she murmurs, and she knows it's the right answer as soon as she says it, as she's looking up into his face.

"It's not the blood. It's you, honey."

[gavemea_45]

His smile turns sweet and a little shy, and he leans down to kiss her again, long and lingering, before he props himself back up on his elbow. Sam trails his fingers along her cheek, down her throat and to her shoulder, then traces a gentle path back and forth over her upper chest, drawing aimless patterns on her skin.

[feel_human]

She runs her fingers lightly over his forearm, without trying to stop or hold him, then reaches back to pull out the elastic that's tied back half of her hair. It spread out beneath her, over the blanket, like sunshine made solid.

[gavemea_45]

It's an invitation he can't possibly refuse. Sam plunges his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her neck, and kisses her with more passion than before.

[feel_human]

Her whole body thrills and she wraps an arm around his neck, her free hand curved at the back of his head. She kisses him back, over and over, arching up against his chest as he leans down to her.

[gavemea_45]

He shifts to put his other arm under her head for support, then pulls his hand from her hair and runs it down over her arm, her side, to the curve of her hip and back up in long, firm strokes as he kisses her.

[feel_human]

She makes a small sound and arches her back to push herself into his touch; runs her own palm down along the line of his spine. She can feel the muscles of his back moving and shifting and tensing beneath her hand; she can hear the river of his thoughts, rushing, as they echo her own.

"Sam," she murmurs, just to say his name, and wraps her arm around his middle to pull him close.

[gavemea_45]

The thin cloth of her pretty dress moves lightly over her body, hiding nothing of her curves. “Yes,” he whispers, and kisses her again as he draws her closer. His hand moves lower, cupping her hip, moving over the curve of her bottom to the warm skin of her upper thigh, pulling her against him.

[feel_human]

She gasps, as much at the brush of his thoughts as at the feel of his hand moving over her body, and lets him hitch her leg up by his hip. Ever since she'd been old enough to recognize them – and before that, even – she's heard thoughts from men about what they'd like to do to her, how they'd want to enjoy her.

She doesn't think even one of them had been wanting so much to make her feel good, to think about what they could do for her instead of to her.

[gavemea_45]

He thinks her gasp was in surprise and nothing wrong, based on her willingness and the way she’s with him, not pulling back, but all the same —-

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” he murmurs, between kisses. “Or the other way around, too.” Sam sits up for a moment to shed his outer shirt, then comes back down to her and goes back to kissing her, long, lingering kisses with growing desire.

[feel_human]

"You, too." She murmurs it between kisses, as she lets her hands run up the bared skin of his forearms, up above his elbows. He's so warm and alive and sweet, here with her in the sun. "If there's somethin' you want, somethin' I'm not doin' right – "