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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gavemea_45

"Now you don't have to do anything," he teases back. "Just lie there and relax and let me pet you."

He runs one hand over her shoulder and down to her fingertips, to demonstrate.

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feel_human

She shivers and giggles and lies still as he requests, goosebumps following the line his fingertips take along her skin.

"Okay," she murmurs, amused, willing to go along with whatever it is he's thinking.

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gavemea_45

He kisses her again, then sits up beside her and trails his fingers over her shoulders and her collarbone and the hollow of her throat, tracing gentle patterns, which he then leans in to follow with kisses along the path he'd just drawn.

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feel_human

She arches up beneath his touch, no longer even a little self-conscious about her nakedness. If anything, it feels perfectly right, to be this bare beneath the sun, beneath his fingers.

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gavemea_45

She's relaxed and at ease with him, responding to each touch and gentle caress, and Sam's glad. He shifts again, drawing his hand down along the lines of her body as he kisses the hollow of her throat.

He rests it on her upper thigh, then moves to her inner thigh, coaxing her to let herself open but not seeking to touch her most sensitive places. Not yet.

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feel_human

She sighs at the kiss he places against her throat and shifts her leg as he coaxes her, keeping herself solidly in this moment with him, not allowing herself to think about anything or anyone else.

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gavemea_45

He shifts again to kneel between her legs and begins petting her with long, sweeping strokes along her body, shoulders to hips and back again. He cups his hands around her curves, teases her nipples with his fingers, and just watches her as he runs his hands along her skin, warmed by the sunlight and by his touch.

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feel_human

Her back arches, pushing her up into his touch, against his hands, as she takes a quick, stuttered breath.

"You feel so nice, honey," she murmurs, watching him with warm, dark eyes.

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gavemea_45

"So do you." Soft and warm. He keeps petting her with deliberate strokes, watching for any particular reaction that lets him know she likes something more or less than something else.

Slowly, he glides along her hips, running his hands along her thighs to her knees and back again, then back up her body, over and over.

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feel_human

She inhales, slow, and closes her eyes to focus on the way his hands feel as they track over her skin, mapping every curve. When she opens her eyes again, they're dark and drowsy and full of lazy desire, watching him back. There's a faint frisson of nerves, seeing him kneeling there between her legs, but it doesn't overtake her; she just watches him, trusting, her body moving like a wave under his hands.

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gavemea_45

He settles back on his lower legs and curves his hands over her hips, then along her inner thighs in the same teasing strokes before he runs his fingers over her center, brushing back and forth, caressing the sensitive bud, and not going deeper.

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feel_human

"Oh – "

She gasps, her core tightening as her hips tip up into his touch. "Sam – "

She is sore, and feels more than a little bruised, but he's so gentle it doesn't hurt at all, only feels impossibly good.

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gavemea_45

"I've got you," he murmurs. Sam spreads one hand over her belly, stroking her there lightly as he continues to brush his fingers over her center, teasing and soft and very, very attentive.

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feel_human

Sookie moans, her head pushing back, hair spreading over the blanket. Each gentle stroke sends shudders of sensation through her, until her breathing comes fast and light and she shifts restlessly, arching her back and rocking her hips.

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gavemea_45

He keeps his hand flat against her middle, providing an anchor point for her, and leans down over her to kiss the curve of her breast and draw her nipple into his mouth, laving her with his tongue.

All the while, his fingers continue to dance over her, coaxing every bit of sensation that he can from her.

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feel_human

She arches up into his mouth, warm and wet and wonderful, with another gasp and a shudder, moaning softly as he plays her like an instrument. Only once does she take a sharp breath and flinch, very slightly, when he presses a little too hard on a sore spot. "Gently," she murmurs, even though she herself wants more, and more, and more.

But they have time. Some time, at least. Enough to take their time today.

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gavemea_45

"Sorry," he murmurs, his breath warm against her skin. Sam brushes his fingertip lightly over the place that had caused her to flinch, then shifts away from it, consciously maintaining a more delicate touch as he caresses her.

He kisses his way across her chest to her other breast and gives it the same focused attention, continuing to gently pet her stomach now as well.

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feel_human

The sweet, light brush of his fingers is almost enough to make her come undone again entirely, especially when combined with the focused attention he's paying to her breasts. She runs her own hands up over his shoulders and curves her fingers at the back of his head, shivering as he kisses her and sets his tongue against her, allowing him to coax her out of the world, adrift on a lazy river of pleasure.

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gavemea_45

More than anything in this moment, he wants her to enjoy this; wants to feel her shudder apart in bliss without pain or discomfort, wants to be right here with her, enjoying each breath and shift and soft sound, feeling the way she moves under him and holds on to him. Sam gives himself wholly over to doing everything he can to cause her to feel as much joy as possible, losing himself in her.

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feel_human

Her fingers curl into his hair as her breathing speeds, and when he circles lightly over a spot that makes her see stars, she moans. "There," she manages. "Oh, Sam – "

It builds up and builds up and builds up with each gentle stroke and circle of his fingers until she's panting for breath, and then it all lets loose at once in a full-body shake as she cries out.

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gavemea_45

He circles that spot with his fingers and flutters his tongue against her as she tips over the edge into free fall, driving her to the highest peak possible, but before she can become oversensitive he pulls back, cupping his hand against her to ease her down and kissing the side of her neck before he takes her into his arms and holds her close against him.

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feel_human

She curls, boneless, into his arms, more by instinct than anything else, because her mind feels pleasantly like an inflated balloon and all she can think to do is try to catch her breath.

"Whew," she murmurs, when she can, and lets out a long breath. "You are somethin' else."