feel_human | saturday night and the moon is out

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

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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 – "

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gavemea_45

“There’s nothing you could do wrong,” Sam assures her, with another kiss. “We’re both learning each other. There’s no wrong or right, just what we figure out we want.”

He smiles, warm and sweet, and kisses her again. “I like the way you touch me,” he murmurs. “I like feeling your hands on my skin.”

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feel_human

She smiles back against his kiss, and kisses him once more. "I like that, too," she confesses. "You feel so nice. And I like when you put your arms around me."

It makes her feel small, but in a safe sort of way, not a diminished one, like nothing could get past him to her. "It feels like you're lightin' sparklers under my skin when you touch me."

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gavemea_45

He smiles, and wraps both arms around her for a second, pulling her flush against his body while he kisses her, holding her tight.

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feel_human

She makes a small, delighted sound, and puts her arms eagerly around him in return, pressing herself close as she drowns in his kiss.

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gavemea_45

He kisses her until she's breathless, until they both are, and then pulls back just enough to lean down and drop kisses on her shoulder, then along the line of her collarbone.

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feel_human

She swallows air and turns her chin to give him space, tipping her head back against the sun-warmed blanket. Each kiss he places on her skin makes her shiver, her fingers gripping into the fabric of his t-shirt. "I like that, too," she murmurs, because he'd asked her to tell him and he can't hear her thoughts like she can hear his, even muffled and faint.

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gavemea_45

He makes a pleased sound and keeps kissing her, making his way across her upper chest from one side to the other. Sam slips his thumb back under her shoulder strap and slips it down off her shoulder, then traces his fingers along the top of her dress, following the line of fabric.

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feel_human

She leans up to kiss his throat – and how sweet to be here in the sunlight, to know she hadn't been changed in some horrible, irrevocable way, to kiss his throat just to taste the salt on his skin and feel his warmth and not because she wants anything beneath – and runs her hands down his back. She smooths her palms over the back pockets of his jeans, then traces along the waistband, slipping her fingers shyly up beneath the hem of his t-shirt so she can reach soft, warm skin.

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gavemea_45

Sam shivers hard at the feel of her lips, the touch of her hands on his skin. "Take it off," he whispers. "My shirt. You can take it off."

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feel_human

She meets his eyes, searching to make certain he's sure, then gently tugs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over the long, beautiful line of his back and coaxing it over his head and shoulders.

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gavemea_45

He pulls back enough that she can slip it over his head, then strips it off the rest of the way and drops it to the side before he bends back down to her, kissing the hollow of her throat as he strokes one hand up and down her side, shaping his fingers to her curves.

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feel_human

She spends a few almost delirious moments luxuriating in the expanse of skin he's bared to her, running her hands up and down and over his back, curling her fingers over his shoulders, wrapping her arms around him, lowering her face to the curve of his neck to breathe in that scent that's been tantalizing her since she'd put on his shirt the night before.

His own touch is sending shivers of sensation through her. She shifts towards him, onto her side, and reaches for his hand. When she lifts it gently off her dress, it's not in negation; she brings his hand around to her back, where the zipper of her dress is snugly secure. "You can," she tells him. "I want you to."