fic: darkcity, experimentation

experimentation
(or: she's just nudging them towards the inevitable, really.)


Sam wakes up to Allie's weight across his hips, to her hands on his arms, to her lips against his.

It's. Probably not right that he notices her lips last. But Allie is... well. She's heavy. Vampires generally are. It's not a trait most people expect. Her lips are feather-light, and soft; the rest of her is threatening to break his spine.

He's confused. It's a normal reaction.

She's still kissing him. Sam tries to speak; she runs her tongue inside, instead, over the ridge of his teeth and his bottom lip. Then she straightens, looking thoughtful, and says, "Hm."

"Allie," Sam says, very, very patiently. "Get off me."

She grinds down. Sam doesn't react. He says, "I have a wife. Get off."

"She's dead," Allie reminds him, as if he doesn't know.

"I have a wife," Sam repeats. His concentration coils like a whip; the next moment, it strikes. Sam imagines he can hear the air crack as Allie is thrown across the room. He pulls his anger around him like a cloak; it's unexpectedly cool.

He sits up and looks at Allie; she looks back, one arm pressed across her torso. Her expression is blank; Sam reaches up and touches his lips, feeling the residue of feelings there. He reads curiosity, mostly, and yearning.

As if to confirm his findings, Allie says, "I was curious." She stands. She isn't hurt. She could be pretending, but Sam's too pissed to care if she is or not.

Sam says, "I'm going to have breakfast."

He stands, and walks past her. Allie watches him go, head turning slowly with the motion like an owl's.

She doesn't apologize, and Sam doesn't ask her to.

Labels: _fiction, c: allison fencer, c: samuel gray, verse: darkcity