Post by samwinchester on Jul 23, 2012 23:23:46 GMT -6
It was unavoidable. The long line of the woman bending over before him was something that he could not help but take in. Her curves were uninterrupted and delicate, with the right level of definition if all the right places. “Right places” in this case meant all the places that Sam could imagine his hands if he were to have her skin, and only her skin, against his palms, their touch cooling and heating each other in the toss of a bedspread. The fantasy carried on longer than he probably would have admitted, and involved the curve of her neck under his lips, the swell of her chest in his hands, and the spill of her hair falling around a pillow, delicate and redolent of pomegranates and passion.
The moment he saw her body move to right itself, he found somewhere else for his eyes to go, and ended up catching the line of sight of another man in the bar. He, too, seemed to have noticed the wonders of Katherine, and was making a show of noticing. Sam scowled at him, a sudden, if unwarranted and undeserved, flare of jealousy rising in him. Something must have showed in his eyes, because the stranger turned to look away as well, and caught Sam's eyes. There was a moment between them, as if they were sizing each other up, and in the time that Sam refused to back down, the other man gave the universal hands up of surrender, and returned to the bar for his libations.
He paid no never mind to what could have turned into a fist fight for who got to take the girl home with them tonight. He refused to let his darker side show, though, not right now at least. Instead, he smiled honestly, and spoke to her.
“Well, if you are hungry, we can always find someplace a little less bar-food, and a little more sustaining. Man cannot live on peanuts and buffalo wings.” What he was trying to do was invite Katherine out to dinner, though he had a feeling that she might need to refuse. While she might like the idea of going out for a want, dinner was a commitment. It was a requirement to sit there across from another person for at least an hour, if not more, and just talk. Food offered little distraction.
Still, he was feeling good about this one. He was certain, almost 100% so, that she was going to say yes. God help him, (That's not funny...) he liked this girl, and short of him getting some of his signals seriously crossed, she liked him, too. She made him feel like he wasn't just blending in with the crowd, like for a second in time, he was the special one, and not because of some destiny or prophesy or curse.
Spotting her dilemma, her hands occupied by either placing herself to be escorted, or otherwise manning her bag, a strand of hair had passed into her face, and while the mild tussle was quite appareling for her physically, her would have trouble seeing, no doubt. Reaching his left hand out, he crossed it over his body, reaching up to her check and face, clearing the strands out of her hair. He did so slowly, with the movement of a man who was taking minor advantage of the situation, if only it meant that he got to touch her for a few seconds longer than otherwise. His fingertips traced her skin as he brought the hair to her ear, tucking it safely out of the way. It stayed there for a heartbeat, Sam using the moment to what was possibly a one sided advantage.
He took in her face, the curve of her smile, the drapes of her eyelashes as they rose and fell over her gorgeous chestnut eyes. His thumb traced the apple of her cheek, feeling the texture and coolness of her skin, reminding him of water for a dehydrated man from the desert. He was certain that she tasted like cool spring water, and if she didn't, then it was something equally wonderful.
Not wanting to belabor the moment, he smiled, and motioned his head towards the door. “Let's blow this place,” he said with confidence, and walked to the door, holding it open for her as they exited the bar.
Tag: ... Count: 729 Notes: Final post, I believe
Credit: Jax
