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 kisses his way down to her belly and lingers there, pressing kiss after kiss to her navel, then moves back up to cherish her breasts once more with kisses and teasing caresses.

As he does, he slides his other hand down her body, over her hip and upper thigh, and cups the warmth at her center before he starts teasing her with his fingers there, too.

[feel_human]

She moans as he slips his fingers between her legs and braces a foot on the blanket to push her knee out as she arches up into his mouth, giving him room, offering herself up to him. "Oh," she manages. "Oh, Sam – "

She can't think; is just a mass of feeling in a body that's rapidly rising in temperature, and it's nothing at all like... before, is only sweet and tender and perfect.

[gavemea_45]

He hums against her skin, working her with lips and tongue as he works her with his fingers, pressing and circling and trying his best to make her feel good, to bring her all the way up to the edge.

[feel_human]

Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as her body starts to shake, overwhelmed with sensation. Her hair spreads over the blanket as her head pushes back, her eyes closed and mouth open, moans chasing themselves from her chest and along her throat. "Honey, you're gonna – I'm – "

[gavemea_45]

He shifts, lifting up to kiss her mouth with reckless passion as he cups her again to ease her just a bit, then reaches for his discarded jeans and hastily retrieves the condom from his pocket. Sam sheathes himself with swift movements and goes back to teasing her with his fingers to bring her back to the edge before he starts to press into her.

[feel_human]

She's always known there wasn't going to be any way around the pain, and there's not. It doesn't matter how gentle he is, how slowly he moves; she's never done anything even remotely like this before and it shows in the way she tenses up with discomfort.

"It's okay," she breathes, as much to herself as to him, and runs her hands down his back as she pushes her knees apart, inviting him, willing herself through the ache. "It's okay."

[gavemea_45]

“It’s okay,” he promises. “It’s okay.” Sweat breaks out on his forehead from the effort of holding himself still inside her as he covers her cheeks and her mouth with butterfly-light kisses.

“Just give yourself a second.” Sam circles his thumb on her clit, light teasing strokes, trying to give her something to counter the discomfort.

[feel_human]

"It's – " He strokes her, sending a flash of sensation through her, and she groans at the combination of pleasure and pain. "Sam, please – "

She feels so full, impossibly so, like she'd going to come apart at the seams, and she desperately needs... something, though she doesn't know what. All she has is instinct, which rolls her hips up into his touch and makes her gasp at the feeling of him, hard inside her. "Please, keep – "

[gavemea_45]

She moves beneath him, which is what he'd been waiting for. Sam takes her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss as he rolls his hips and drives into her, stroking her now inside and out, slow at first but gradually picking up the pace.

[feel_human]

The ache doesn't go away quickly, but as he moves and she moves to meet him, it shifts and changes and becomes first tolerable and then something else entirely, something she's never felt before. Her breath comes as fast as if she were sprinting, and she's sure she'll feel sore later, but right now it's perfect, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

She fights to keep her eyes open as he pushes into her, as he brushes against some secret spot deep inside that makes her mouth drop open as she moans, wanting to see him, to remember every second of this, but it's so difficult when she's rapidly lifting away on a cresting wave of pleasure.

[gavemea_45]

He's not going to be able to hold himself back for much longer, he knows it, but he's bound and determined to make sure she goes over first this time. Sam kisses her over and over again, drinking in each sound she makes, nearly incoherent with desire and need of his own as he touches and caresses and rocks with her, lost in the scent and feel of her, drowning deep.

[feel_human]

"Sam," she begs, "Sam, Sam – "

All of a sudden she can't take it: not the way his body is moving in and over and with hers, not his touches, not his kisses, not his thoughts and the way they're burning themselves down, all need and want and desire and sweetness. It's all too much, and she gives a little surprised gasp and then everything seems like it opens up at once. Her climax races through her like white light and she loses control of her muscles, of her body, of her voice as she cries out, shuddering.

[gavemea_45]

She calls his name over and over and then cries out, clenching and tightening around him as she shivers, and Sam loses the last shreds of his own control. His hips stutter as he plunges deep until they're as close as two people can be, and a raw sound escapes him as his back arches like a bow and his head falls back, as pleasure takes him.

[feel_human]

By the time he relaxes against her, she's adrift in a haze, tired and happy and feeling like she must be glowing. All she can do is blink dopily at him, feeling like a puppet with cut strings, as her breathing slows.

[gavemea_45]

He gathers her into his arms and presses light kisses to her temple, her cheek, her mouth.

"Okay?" he murmurs, and kisses her again. "Not too uncomfortable?"

[feel_human]

"Uh-huh."

She tries to say more, but he's covering her with light, sweet kisses, and giddiness bubbles out of her in a giggle. "Better than okay."

[gavemea_45]

Sam grins at her. "Good."

He holds her close and rolls them over so that she can sprawl comfortably on top of him, coaxing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

[feel_human]

She cuddles onto him, settling her head on his shoulder and breathing him in as the dappled sunlight spills over them.

"Are you?" she asks, eventually. "Was it...?"

She knows what she felt, what she heard, but she's a little shyly self-conscious, anyway. This is a whole new road for her.

[gavemea_45]

"Better than," he promises, sincerely, stroking one hand lightly up and down her back, the other resting on her hip. "So if I'm dreaming all this, don't wake me up."

[feel_human]

She smiles at that and lets herself relax fully against him, enjoying the way he holds her, keeps touching her.

"Better not be," she murmurs. "I don't want to be dreamin' it."

[gavemea_45]

"That makes two of us. Honey," he adds, trying it out, and kisses her hair.

[feel_human]

That sweet little endearment, which rolls so easily off her tongue and which she's heard so many times in her life – from her parents, Gran, her friends, the ladies at church – sounds so strange and alien and deliberate from him that she almost laughs.

She doesn't – it'd be a hideously mean thing to do, and there's no doubting he means it – but she grins all the same, presses it into his skin so he doesn't think she's laughing at him. Because it sounds awkward, but there's so much sweetness and warmth behind it that it nestles into her chest anyway, tucking next to her heart.

Maybe she can get him to use cher, like Sam Merlotte and Rene do... but she's not going to bother thinking about them right now. "Good," she murmurs, and lifts her head to look up at him. "Thanks for bein' patient with me."

[gavemea_45]

"What? No," he protests, and leans in to give her a gentle kiss. "I should be thanking you. For trusting me to, to... to be with you like this."

[feel_human]

She kisses him back, light and delicate as a butterfly brushing his lips. "I never thought I could find someone I could be with," she says, soft but clear.

"And this was so, so perfect. I'm just so happy to be here with you."

[gavemea_45]

"I'm happy, too," he says, soft and low, and holds her a little closer.

He is, more than he thought he could be, in a way he'd never have dreamed of when he rolled off the road for a bite to eat at a roadside grill.

"Just so you know."