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[impractical]

leave a starter or prompt; happy to plot first via pm or plurk.
muselist here.
spoilers and nsfw possible, will mark in tls.


wip list of tropes and stuff i pretty much always want to play:

• lotus-eater situation, aka "you're living your perfect life and don't realize it's killing you!"
• pining! you know the hand flex gif from p&p? of course you do
• vampires...
• misunderstandings between people who have feelings for each other, i.e. thinking one of them is interested in someone else and it comes to a head in heated admissions of Feelings
• slow burn over a psl
• ALL the h/c, whether one or two-sided
• fwiw some of my favorite bstreet memes are morning after, train to the afterlife, drunk meme, find them dying, and insomnia
• text is always going to be a yes from me dawg
• classics: only one bed, huddle for warmth
• amnesia???

 

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[ofletters]

[ He's already crossed a line, letting her feed from him, and that...had even been a huge step too far, he knows. ...Knows, logically, though the rest of him is divided and unsure: a chaotic mess of a person. It's all he can do to sit there with her at his lap, desperately willing his body to behave to preserve any remaining shreds of dignity, and...not cross further into questionable territory. The dynamic that they have is good. It makes sense, it's...safe. He can't-...

There's a hiss of breath as she rocks against his hips, nearly jerking up against her in response. He's no teenager, come immediately undone by the first touch of a beautiful woman, but...well, he is human. Still a man.

Get it together, he chides himself, jaw set tight such that a muscle twitches along it. But he realizes that it'd been stupid to focus only on the danger of letting her feed from him, and not -- as he's realizing now -- avoiding this level of physical contact with Rowena. And he's telling himself that he's got to walk it back when she bites him again, tongue lapping up the beads that escape, and there's a shock of pleasure (whether from the feeding or the contact or both) that have him choking down a moan of his own.

In what feels both like two seconds and an eternity, she leans back. Sam tries to fix his face, chest rising and falling with the...everything about the situation, and he runs a hand anxiously through his hair. ]

Yeah, I -- no problem. [ That was quick, wasn't it? He swallows. ] Glad I, uh...could help.

[ He has to get out from under her. Take a cold shower, maybe. This can't happen again.

It...definitely can't. ]

You feeling alright? [ ... ] Better, I mean. After...that.

[magike]

( her eyes close, and though rowena leans slightly back, she doesn't yet move. her body thrums as his blood works through her, her senses relaxing. he'll notice it first in her expression, a calm swimming over her again, and when rowena opens her eyes again, the look she gives him is much softer-- no longer a hungry vampire, just the friend he knows )

Much.

( she slides gently from his lap, raising a finger to get him to wait for a minute as she disappears into the adjoining bathroom (don't question it). her face is cleaned of his blood when she returns, leaning over him to dab his neck clean, wiping away any trace of what had just happened.

well, the traces she can touch, anyway )

It's been a long time since-- I'm not usually as wrapped up in something. I don't need to feed so often, but I know when I need to.

( she's old, she figured all of this out centuries ago, and how to use her magic to make it easier )

I'm sorry that it got to this, as grateful as I am to you, Samuel.

( but she's also going to make sure to be even more vigilant now-- she can't feed from him again, they can't let it be a habit. as nice a habit as it would be )

[ofletters]

[ Honestly, he's relieved when she opens her eyes and seems every bit the Rowena that he knows. Sam himself draws a deep inhale, exhale, bobbing his head in a curt nod at her assessment. ]

Good. [ And he means it. He's even more relieved when she slips off his lap and disappears into the bathroom, using the unobserved moment to compose himself again. Even with the door closed and locked, the younger Winchester casts an anxious look in that direction, swallowing hard.

Probably not healthy that he's still worried about his brother bursting through the door even now, but, well. Their lives aren't healthy, or normal, and Dean's never exactly had respect for Sam's privacy.

When Rowena appears again, now blood-free, he manages to crack a smile. ]

You shouldn't apologize, [ He's quick to say, as he gets to his feet. ] I mean, it was my idea. Not like you pushed me into anything. [ Ahem. ] Just, uh...figured it'd be...easier.

[ Nicer, than having her need to go out to the bar to find someone who'd suit her needs. Besides, it'd just been the once, right? What's the harm?

Sam hovers. ]

...I've still gotta get something, though. To eat. [ There's a breathy chuckle as he cants his head toward the door. ] Keep me company?