Who: Shosanna Dreyfus and Sam Winchester What: Shosanna has questions. Where: Walking home from dinner. When: Sunday, June 7. Evening. Warnings: TBD. Status: Closed.
Shosanna and Sam had had a nice dinner. Or, at least, Shosanna considered it to be a nice dinner. She thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with Sam, no matter what they did. The company was good, the food was good. The wine was excellent, which had been proven by the fact that Shosanna had had more than just one or two glasses with dinner. What could she say, she enjoyed a good glass of wine.
They were making their way home from the restaurant, and Shosanna's arm was wrapped around Sam's waist. She had the heels she had been wearing in her other hand, not particularly caring that she was walking home barefoot. It was more comfortable than walking home in heels. She peered up at Sam for a moment, and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Tell me, Sammy," she started. "Are we... I mean..." She sighed softly, trying to figure out exactly how to say what it was she wanted to say. "We live together. We share the same bed. We have fantastic sex and wonderful dinners and... I would like you to be my boyfriend," she told him. "I mean... we're doing everything we'd be doing in a relationship anyway, aren't we?"
She sighed softly once more, and leaned lightly against him as they walked. "I'm sorry," she murmured.