Requests - New Years Smooch
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wilderthanRequest meme time!
Give me a fandom/pairing/character or just a prompt and I'll write you100 words or less of a New Years Smooch!
Please give me fandoms/pairings/characters you know I write with reasonable regularity (or have written a lot in the past). I know I'm a multishipper of epic proportions, but I'm not feeling like writing stuff I'm not used to. I'd hate to disappoint you if you asked for something I don't feel like doing.
Feel free to ask for a few and throw a couple of harder (for me) ones in anyway, 'cause then I can be sure of at least writing you something but you might also get the thing you want to see.
Feel free to ask even if you normally just lurk!
Give me a fandom/pairing/character or just a prompt and I'll write you
Please give me fandoms/pairings/characters you know I write with reasonable regularity (or have written a lot in the past). I know I'm a multishipper of epic proportions, but I'm not feeling like writing stuff I'm not used to. I'd hate to disappoint you if you asked for something I don't feel like doing.
Feel free to ask for a few and throw a couple of harder (for me) ones in anyway, 'cause then I can be sure of at least writing you something but you might also get the thing you want to see.
Feel free to ask even if you normally just lurk!
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Sam/Jess
Date: 2009-01-06 11:49 pm (UTC)Sam was not normally so backward. Okay, he wasn't a complete slut like Dean, but he wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, either. Well. He did sometimes blush a bit, when a girl was particularly forward or something, but mostly he was okay. Well. Sometimes, if he really really liked a girl --
"Earth to Sam Winchester?"
She was smiling, which was a good sign. She didn't think he was a total freak. Yet. There was always time for him to apply his foot to his mouth in some epic way, of course.
"Um," he said, intelligently.
"I asked," she said, and damn but she was beautiful, smiling at him like that, eyes wicked with fun and yet not sharp, not judging, "if you were ever going to kiss me."
"Um," he said again, and then cleared his throat. "I, um -- "
"If the answer's yes, go ahead and do it," she said. "And by the way? I don't think you're a freak, and won't think you're a freak, I think you're really cute and I think you really, really need to kiss me right now."
"Um," Sam said, again, but kissing? Kissing, he knew how to do.
"Wow," she said, when he pulled back.
"Yeah," he said, getting rather lost in those eyes. After a moment, she smiled at him.
"Are you ever going to kiss me again?"
He decided to reply by doing so; his vocabulary had, apparently, been left behind. In bed. Or perhaps it was sat on the sofa watching the tv, maybe playing on his computer.