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Close Your Eyes
Hey, so I watched True Blood. I love it. Have some fic. (I also apparently steal titles from The Beatles now too, awesome.)
ALSO OMG MY BIG BANG POSTING DATE IS IN TWO DAYS. BRB SHAKING AND CRYING.
Close Your Eyes (and I’ll Kiss You)
PG-13 | Sam/Bill | ~500 words (but definitely on the plus side of that.)
“I’m so hungry,” Bill rumbles.
kiss - body: neck. My Card.
The woods are sweet and dark, and water drips from Sam’s skin, a reminder of his midnight swim. It’s too fucking hot, he’s drying too fast. He misses his fur, a little, but doesn’t want to be a lazy, hairy dog in this weather. The urge to roll over and sleep where he is would be far too tempting. He wants to go home.
Sam doesn’t realize that he’s dreaming until he walks into the bar shirtless, because he never does that. He never takes his shirt off, or gets even moderately naked at work or thinks about shifting or what Arlene would do if he turned into a house fly in front of her, how loud she would scream and who she would blame.
He’s trying to keep his personal life far away from Merlotte’s, and so far it’s been working.
There’s an empty bottle on one of the tables and Sam goes to pick it up, wrapping his hand around it. It’s Tru Blood. B positive.
“Sam,” Bill growls, from somewhere behind him, and Sam turns, feeling a sudden rushing wall of cold as Bill backs him against the table, the edge of it digging into Sam’s ass while Bill looms over his front, his teeth bared. Sam can see his fangs.
“Bill,” Sam answers, calmly. He was expecting him. It is his Tru Blood, after all.
The vampire ignores him, tilting his head into Sam’s neck with a soft, needy sound.
“I’m so hungry,” Bill rumbles. He doesn’t have to breathe but Sam can feel little puffs of Bill’s breath over his skin. Bill’s smelling him, trying to breathe him in.
“I’m not on the menu,” Sam says, his head tipping back regardless. Bill’s arms come to rest on the edges of the table, holding Sam in as he sighs against his neck, the stubble on his jaw scratching Sam.
“You could be.”
The faintest touch of Bill’s lips is on Sam’s skin, cool ice. He’s so warm, he leans into Bill’s coolness. It’s like walking into the freezer on a hot day. Bill’s fangs are sharp, frigid points, hard chips of bone under his lips when he presses them to Sam’s pulse. He leaves them there until Sam can’t feel him anymore, he’s warmed, melted, by Sam’s beating heart.
Bill moves to leave and Sam catches his lips, drawing Bill back until their chests are pressed together, Sam’s heaving and sweating and Bill’s unmoving and cool. Sam runs his tongue over the backs of Bill’s teeth, tracing his fangs.
Bill just lets him, and somehow Sam knows Bill’s eyes are open right now.
Sam lifts his ass onto the table, tugging Bill back by his shoulders. He bares his throat.
Warmed lips meet his. Bill kisses Sam’s chin, the curve of his jaw. He chases a single drop of lakewater down the side of Sam’s neck. His kiss scrapes, his fangs more prominent than ever. He finds Sam’s pulse and presses his lips to it, his tongue flicking over it, Sam’s skin yielding up to him.
Sam closes his eyes and hopes this isn’t the part where he wakes up.
~
.
ALSO OMG MY BIG BANG POSTING DATE IS IN TWO DAYS. BRB SHAKING AND CRYING.
Close Your Eyes (and I’ll Kiss You)
PG-13 | Sam/Bill | ~500 words (but definitely on the plus side of that.)
“I’m so hungry,” Bill rumbles.
kiss - body: neck. My Card.
The woods are sweet and dark, and water drips from Sam’s skin, a reminder of his midnight swim. It’s too fucking hot, he’s drying too fast. He misses his fur, a little, but doesn’t want to be a lazy, hairy dog in this weather. The urge to roll over and sleep where he is would be far too tempting. He wants to go home.
Sam doesn’t realize that he’s dreaming until he walks into the bar shirtless, because he never does that. He never takes his shirt off, or gets even moderately naked at work or thinks about shifting or what Arlene would do if he turned into a house fly in front of her, how loud she would scream and who she would blame.
He’s trying to keep his personal life far away from Merlotte’s, and so far it’s been working.
There’s an empty bottle on one of the tables and Sam goes to pick it up, wrapping his hand around it. It’s Tru Blood. B positive.
“Sam,” Bill growls, from somewhere behind him, and Sam turns, feeling a sudden rushing wall of cold as Bill backs him against the table, the edge of it digging into Sam’s ass while Bill looms over his front, his teeth bared. Sam can see his fangs.
“Bill,” Sam answers, calmly. He was expecting him. It is his Tru Blood, after all.
The vampire ignores him, tilting his head into Sam’s neck with a soft, needy sound.
“I’m so hungry,” Bill rumbles. He doesn’t have to breathe but Sam can feel little puffs of Bill’s breath over his skin. Bill’s smelling him, trying to breathe him in.
“I’m not on the menu,” Sam says, his head tipping back regardless. Bill’s arms come to rest on the edges of the table, holding Sam in as he sighs against his neck, the stubble on his jaw scratching Sam.
“You could be.”
The faintest touch of Bill’s lips is on Sam’s skin, cool ice. He’s so warm, he leans into Bill’s coolness. It’s like walking into the freezer on a hot day. Bill’s fangs are sharp, frigid points, hard chips of bone under his lips when he presses them to Sam’s pulse. He leaves them there until Sam can’t feel him anymore, he’s warmed, melted, by Sam’s beating heart.
Bill moves to leave and Sam catches his lips, drawing Bill back until their chests are pressed together, Sam’s heaving and sweating and Bill’s unmoving and cool. Sam runs his tongue over the backs of Bill’s teeth, tracing his fangs.
Bill just lets him, and somehow Sam knows Bill’s eyes are open right now.
Sam lifts his ass onto the table, tugging Bill back by his shoulders. He bares his throat.
Warmed lips meet his. Bill kisses Sam’s chin, the curve of his jaw. He chases a single drop of lakewater down the side of Sam’s neck. His kiss scrapes, his fangs more prominent than ever. He finds Sam’s pulse and presses his lips to it, his tongue flicking over it, Sam’s skin yielding up to him.
Sam closes his eyes and hopes this isn’t the part where he wakes up.
~
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