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Mary Anne McGee (virginal_) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2012-03-18 15:18:00

Entry tags:

mary, sam winchester

Who: Sam Winchester the New and Mary the Virgin.
What: Coffee!
When: The Friday after Sam's arrival.
Where: Coffee shop in London.
Warnings: Nope!

Mary was out on the patio of the coffee shop that Sam had mentioned. She was a little early, and as such, was reading her book and enjoying the early spring breeze. Every now and then, a little girl of three or four would come and sit down by Mary, and Mary would pull her into her lap, reading to her for a moment or three. It didn't really matter that the girl didn't know the story, she loved sitting with the older lady and Mary loved sitting with the little one.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 07:26 am UTC (link)

He chuckled warmly once she was resting her head on him. He slowly put his hand on her shoulder and played his fingers lightly through the ends of her hair. "Yeah," he started to protest, "but getting too comfortable might get me in trouble. Or at least provoke someone into giving me hell for it." He paused momentarily before he simply decided 'what the hell,' and leaned down to kiss her at the corner of her lips. "But I mean it," he whispered, "thank you, Mary."

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	virginal_ 2012-03-19 07:31 am UTC (link)
	Mary closed her eyes and knew she was blushing. His fingers in her hair felt good, and she tiptoed up to meet his mouth. "You're welcome," she murmured, turning her head. She knew he'd only kissed the corner of his mouth to be polite, but she wanted to actually kiss him. Her tiny hands went to cup his cheeks and pull him closer. (Reply to this)

hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 07:40 am UTC (link)

He was really glad she turned her head into the kiss. Sam wanted to be polite, but more than that, he didn't know if he had overstepped his bounds with what he did, when he wanted to do what they were doing. He caught her lips with his own and ran his hand through her hair, propping himself into a less awkward position with his free hand on the counter. Her hands were warm on his face and they felt unimaginably soft to him.

Sure, there was also the slightly perverse pleasure he got from kissing the Christian world's paragon of virtue and purity, but that was put aside mentally to make room for the fact that she was a sweet, charming, intelligent and intellectual girl who just happened to be gorgeous and smell like sweets. He momentarily caught his breath when he heard the kettle start to whistle, and reached over to stop it from boiling with a fluid movement, only half paying attention to that. "Tea can wait," he let her know.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 07:46 am UTC (link)

She felt a little guilty for being so short; his back would eventually start to ache. She was on her tiptoes, just the slightest bit wobbly, but it was worth it because she could run her fingers through his hair. The tea kettle whistling made her jump a bit; she'd all but forgotten that she'd put the kettle on at all.

Her cheeks were flushed and she grinned wryly before tugging him down by the shirt for another snog. It seemed cruel that just because Mary had been a virgin when Jesus was conceived, everyone expected her to stay one her entire life. That wasn't fair. And she certainly hadn't lived up to that expectation in her lifetime. Chastity wasn't something that interested her.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 07:50 am UTC (link)

And it wasn't like Sam was expecting her to live up to that ideal. Logically, it didn't seem like a very good bet that she stayed a virgin forever, and he had a creeping suspicion before they even got to France that she wasn't one now, either. The way she acted simply confirmed his theory, and he couldn't help but smirk into their kiss and give her hair the gentlest tug while petting through it. His hand settled into position at the small of her back as they kissed, and he decided that it was about time that she got somewhere a little higher so he didn't get a neck cramp, and easily lifted her up to sit on the countertop so they could continue without pain.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 07:57 am UTC (link)

The tug to her hair made her whimper, and her fingernails played at the base of his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her up, loosening the hold when he set her down but not letting go entirely. He was a good kisser, and she couldn't help but sigh into his mouth. She didn't want to go much further than this, but first kisses were always exhilarating. Thinking about how it would be when - if - they got to a third or fourth made her pull him closer.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 08:00 am UTC (link)

To him, it wasn't hoping about getting to that point, it was more a challenge not to let himself get riled up to the point where he wanted to proceed with abandon, right then and there. Kissing her, at this point, was enough for him, though. After a few minutes, he let up and chuckled breathlessly, pressing his lips to her forehead. "I hope that means you'll give me your number so I can call you and make plans for a date," he teased.

Crap, he thought, Dean's going to grill me about this one, I just know it.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 04:03 pm UTC (link)

If she just listened to biology, she really wanted him to take his pants off and take her right there on the counter. But Mary had willpower in spades, and she made herself stay in the moment and enjoy the kiss. When their lips parted, she whimpered in surprise, breath ragged. Laughing at his tease, she looked up and gave him one of her own. "I thought this was a date," she quipped. "But of course, I'll give you my number. I want yours too, though."

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 07:19 pm UTC (link)

"All right, we can count it," Sam said, seeing the benefits of calling an impromptu outing to Paris and the Louvre a date, over, say, just a couple new friends hanging out. "I actually don't know my number," Sam realized, still half-distracted by how soft and plush her lips were, brushing the tip of his thumb lightly against her lower lip as he gently traced the curve of her jaw with the tips of his fingers. "I could call you as soon as I have your number, and then you'll have my number on caller ID." He sneaked another, quick kiss to her lips. He wasn't so sure he could stop kissing Mary yet.

"That's how we did it with all of our backup cells. I had three at least, even though two just lived in the glove compartment."

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virginal_
2012-03-20 03:23 am UTC (link)

"Fine, I can do that," she murmured. But his thumb was on her lower lip, and she couldn't help but kiss it, turn her head and kiss his palm for good measure. "As long as you promise to call me. No sense in you having my number and not using it." She smiled when he kissed her again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and tugging him closer. He smelled fantastic, like musk and the old book smell of the Louvre.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-20 06:06 am UTC (link)

"That's the hard part," he confessed, "actually going ahead and calling you. I guarantee that the moment I step out of your apartment, I'll start to doubt myself, and start to think you're out of my league," he was right on that, he knew, but that never stopped him before.

"So if I don't call in two days, call me and remind me that you wanted me to call, okay?" He asked with complete sincerity. He looked into her eyes and gave the slightest smile, bordering on sheepish.

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	virginal_ 2012-03-20 06:21 am UTC (link)
	She moved to grab his phone, programming her number into it. "I'm solving this now," she grinned, hopping back up onto the counter. Once her number was in his phone, she dialed it immediately, beaming when the number showed up on her caller ID. "There you go. I give you two days, but if you doubt it, just remember I really do want you to call. A lot." (Reply to this)

	hiwayskillingme 2012-03-20 12:45 pm UTC (link)
	Sam chuckled when she took his phone, and shook his head with a smile. "Okay, I'll promise to call," he assured, pausing to think when he'd call. "Tomorrow, after I figure out what my place up in Leeds looks like. But hey, phones work both ways. Give me a call sometimes, too, all right? I'm probably not going to be too busy for a while." (Reply to this)

	virginal_ 2012-03-20 04:12 pm UTC (link)
	"Now that I have your number." She ruffled his hair, smiling to herself. "Can I just say thank you for today? I'm really glad you asked me." She had to admit that this was the best coffee she'd had with anyone. (Reply to this)

hiwayskillingme
2012-03-20 05:27 pm UTC (link)

"You're welcome, though you know, the pleasure's been mine," Sam said with a smile, stepping back just to pocket his phone once again, while one of his hands stayed in contact with her, brushing against her arm. "Seriously, I don't know what I was expecting out of today, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't this, and this is way better than anything I'd been hoping." He kept his hand tucked in his pocket, and tried to figure out his next move. Kissing her again might lead to other things, and it was already his intention to keep it from leading to clothes removal today. But he wasn't sure if leaving now would give the wrong impression.

"I should get back," Sam said, his tone giving off just the faintest hint of resignation and hating to go. "I know I'm in for a rash of shit from Dean about this. I'm pretty sure he knew who you are, and he's ready to spring the whole Virgin Mother thing on me. It's bad enough when I go out with women, but this? This is going to get me double the harassment. Worth it, though." He shrugged and smiled, looking into her eyes.

"So, tomorrow, then."

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virginal_
2012-03-21 02:44 am UTC (link)

"Oh, I wasn't expecting you to be so... I don't know. You." She laughed, her cheeks going a bit pink again. "I didn't expect this to be so perfect either."

Swinging her legs, she nodded at the cookies. "You should take the plate, though. If he's like you, Mister Bottomless Pit, peace offerings will help. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Do you want some ginger ale for the trip home? I know the portkeys don't like your tummy."

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