Who: Sam Winchester, Derpy Hooves What: Birthday Celebrations When: Friday, 4/3 Where: His Place Rating/Warnings: TBD Status: Complete when posted
Deryn really wasn’t sure how someone could forget their own birthday. Like, really really not sure. She loved birthdays. Birthdays were not only a good excuse for celebrating, but they were also a good excuse to eat as many muffins and cupcakes as you wanted. Plus there was the drinking, and the parties in general. And free meals. Who didn’t get a free meal on their birthday?
Anyway. Deryn somehow carefully balanced a giant tupperware of chocolate muffins under one arm and knocked on Sam’s door with her free hand. The tupperware had even fit in the little basket of her scooter so they weren’t all weird and smooshed.
Sam answered the door. He’d changed into some comfortable shorts and a t-shirt, out of his work clothes. It was getting really hot around here, and he was tired of being stuck in stuffy wear. Though, he was still wearing dress socks. ...yeah.
“Hey.” He said, then leaned over to tap a kiss against her lips in greeting. “Come in.”
He was one classy motherfucker. Deryn would enjoy it right up until he tried wearing sandals with those socks. And then she would lay down the law with a diminutive foot stomp. Because even she had lines which would not be crossed.
Deryn bounced up on her toes into the kiss, giggled a little and followed him into his place before over-excitedly offering him the tupperware full of cupcakes. “For you!”
“Hey!” Sam said, reaching to take the tupperware. “These look amazing. Thanks.” He said, then turned to lead the way into the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I ordered pizza.” The Ham and Pineapple kind. Since it was their thing.
“I ate some of your muffins,” Deryn admitted, and didn’t sound apologetic. But she smiled and shrugged. “But I like pizza, too!” Which was to say that Deryn was always kind of hungry. Probably because she never, ever stopped moving. It was like she needed to replenish her energy sources all the time.
She miraculously managed to scoot herself up onto a sitting position on top of of the kitchen counter.
Sam would have picked her up and set her on the counter if he’d known that was her goal. Anyway, he liked that she was up so high. He was, after all, ridiculously tall. He didn’t have to lean over to kiss her properly when she was sitting on the counter. --which is what he did now. After setting the tupperware down he moved over, settled between her knees leaning against the counter, and stole more than a couple of kisses from her.
It wasn’t really stealing if she was giving it willingly, but semantics weren’t really one of Deryn’s stronger points anyway. So she stole them right back. “I can’t believe you forgot your own birthday,” he told him. Really. She couldn’t believe it.
“I’ve had a really crappy week.” Though it was much better now she was here with him. Long hours came with the territory, but Helen’s departure meant twice as much work for him and Percy. “I was going to text you earlier, but my boss just... left. So, we’ve been running around crazy.” He said all of this while still cuddled close against her.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, scooting a little closer to the edge of the counter. “I’m sorry,” she said and meant it, and then gave a pause. “Helen left?” She asked, cocking her head to the side much like a confused puppy. She hadn’t heard of that. She thought she might have, since she did babysit for the woman’s daughter. “Did she take Alice?”
“I think Alice is still here.” Sam said. “Varric phoned, but Helen didn’t leave any notes about where she was going.” He couldn’t imagine just up and disappearing like that. But Helen obviously had things she needed to work out. Who was he to judge? If he had his own problems to take care of, he would consider doing the same thing.
Well, that was weird. Deryn considered being worried for a moment, but didn’t feel the need to if she hadn’t heard anything bad, yet. She’d stop by later in the week to see if Varric needed anything -- Deryn was always happy to help, after all.
“Huh,” she said. And then shrugged. It wouldn’t do to stress.
“Huh.” Sam agreed. But then he leaned in to nibble on Deryn’s neck. “Tell me more about this wedding tomorrow. You’re standing up at the altar with AJ? Where is it going to be?” He wasn’t looking forward to wearing a suit outdoors all afternoon if it was going to be freaking hot.
It was going to be hot, but that was just something he was going to deal with. And anyway, AJ was lax, and he could probably lose his suit jacket to the back of a chair as soon as he liked. “In the orchard,” Deryn said, giggling and tilting her head to the side for more nibbling action. “And yeah, I’m a bridesmaid! She let us pick out our own dresses though. It’s cute.”
The movement of Deryn’s head and exposure of her neck made Sam nibble more. More nibbling action. “I can’t wait to see it.” He mumbled against her skin. “Remind me to spray you with sunblock before we go.”
“I don’t burn,” Deryn said with a half of a laugh, even as she curled her fingers into his belt loops. “I work outside every day.”
“Are you sure? I’d hate to let the sun hurt your skin.” He said, lifting his hand to cup her cheek. A strong, yet still soft and smooth, thumb gently ran back and forth along her cheek as he looked into her eyes.
Nuzzling into his hand, she let out a tiny little laugh even as her eyes met with his. “I use sunblock. I seem okay, right?” Logic, the easy way.
“You’re beautiful.” Sam said. And he meant it. Completely. “Now... let’s have some of these muffins.”
Deryn laughed at that, a bright noise. “Thank you.” Because she quite believed it when he said it. And she wasn’t sure if muffin was a euphemism or if he really wanted the ones she’d baked. To be fair, the ones she’d baked were totally awesome.