Who: Sam Winchester and Deryn (Derpy Hooves) When: Circa July 12 Where: Her place What: Delivery, visit, gift giving Rating/Warning: Low/None Status: Complete!
Sam had a ring. It was burning a hole in his pocket. He wanted to make sure to slip it onto her finger in a way that said “I love you, and this is forever, but I’m not ready to marry you yet.” Of course, he had no idea how to do that, exactly.
He knocked on the front door, carrying a bouquet of flowers. He loved the way she lit up when he brought her flowers.
Because she loved flowers -- she was one of those girls who had dried ones all over her apartment-- hanging upside down from strange places just because she was sure they still looked pretty. Deryn’s apartment never stopped smelling of floral arrangements and baking. It was a little odd for the clumsy blonde’s home to seem so domestic but that was what it was.
She opened the door, and looked happy to find her gigantor boyfriend there behind a bunch of flowers. “Hey, Sam!”
He was pretty tall, yeah. And broad shouldered. Much like Frankenstein’s monster. He practically had to duck to come through the doorway. “Hi.” He grinned, then leaned down (way down) to steal a quick kiss from her lips. “Not interrupting anything, am I?” He would have asked if she was baking, because it smelled like deliciousness--but her apartment always did, so he didn’t have to.
But she had been not too long ago! Baking was just a thing she did -- she so often brought her friends and coworkers muffins and cupcakes that it was oddly surprising that no one had told her to stop yet.
“Nope,” he said, stealing the kiss and then scooting aside to let him in. “Just watchin’ tv.”
“Oooh, what’s on?” Sam asked. Suddenly he felt nervous. Like, he had this ring in his pocket, burning a hole, but what if she didn’t want it? What if she rejected him? What if she laughed? (All ridiculous fears, as she was Deryn and she’d never do any of those things, but still. Irrational as they were, they were there.)
“Here, these are for you.” He added, holding out the flowers to her.
Well, she was Deryn. She’d definitely laugh. But not at him. Just in a general enjoyment of life sort of way. “Are they?” She asked, taking the flowers and giving a happy laugh over them (see?). She wandered into the kitchen to settle them into a vase. “Nothing much. I was watching a movie -- uhm. I forget what it’s called.”
“Well, it can’t be that important if you can’t remember what it was called.” Sam said, turning to follow her toward the kitchen. He paused, though, and leaned over to look at the bird in its cage. “Hello bird.” He said, then kept moving.
Sam leaned against the doorframe between living room and kitchen. “Can I watch with you?”
“Mr. Spock,” Deryn corrected, as if concerned that Mr. Spock (the bird) might start to get a complex if his proper name wasn’t being used. Flowers now in water and vase, Deryn practically jumped on Sam for a hug. Of course he could watch with her, why would she say no?
“Right. Sorry.” Sam said, wearing a little grin. Then he was nearly tackled in a giant hug. Okay, so he may be a sasquatch, but she was like a flying squirrel. And her whole body enveloped him when she hugged him that way. Not that he was complaining at all. His big furry arms wrapped around her, and he held her close.
“Oh!” He said, as if he’d forgotten the nerves bundled in the pit of his stomach. “I have something for you.”
“More than flowers?” Deryn broke free of the hug to lean back and smile up at him, all teeth and coral colored lipstick (but not on her teeth, come on). “You’re going to spoil me Sam. What’s up, then?”
“More than flowers.” Sam said, chuckling softly. He moved with her to the sofa to sit down, and dug the ring box out of his pocket. He was sitting beside her, not on one knee. First hint this wasn’t a proposal. But he’d wanted to give her something meaningful,something that she could wear every day and think of him.
The ring was perfect. He thought, anyway. He held out the box to her so she could open it. “Well, it’s sort of a flower.”
The look that Sam was getting for this was one of bemused curiosity. Deryn’s eyebrows were raised just so and her lips were tilted into a half smile. She was clearly aware that this was no proposal -- not just because he wasn’t down on a knee, but because it would be really strange if it was after they’d just had a talk about these sorts of things a few weeks ago.
She took the box, and opened it, a happy noise escaping her when she saw the ring. “Oh, Sam!”
Of course, he remembered that conversation well. Even though some of their marriage talks had been when he was... y’know. Drunk. Sam was a big lug, but he was a smart lug. He broke into a grin when she exclaimed at the sight of the ring. “You like it? Really?” He said, his heart still thundering--though now it was a good thunder, not a nervous one.
He was smart, for being such a big moose of a man. Deryn liked that about him. Well, she liked everything about him mostly. She scooped the ring out of the box and settled it onto her finger, grinning like a mad loon. Was that a saying? It was now.
“Of course I like it!” She half pounced into his lap.
Sam laughed. Relieved. He wrapped his arms around the little, blonde thing bouncing in his lap, and drew her in for a kiss. “It’s just... You can wear it every day and think of me when you see it. I wanted to give you something beautiful to show you how much I care.” Was he talking in cliches?
He was definitely talking in cliches. Next he’d want to show her the world and paint her like one of his french girls.
That was okay.
Twisting her lips into a big smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in close for a proper and good sort of kiss. Didn’t he know she thought of him all the time anyway?
Well, no, he didn’t. But now he assumed she would. She was on his mind far more often than he cared to admit, too. And those proper and good sorts of kisses? Yeah, this definitely was one. With his arms wrapped around her and his mouth against hers... the snogging kind of kiss, with the same sort of hunger and excitement of two kids under the bleachers, stealing some before anyone noticed they’d wandered off alone.
Luckily for them, no one would notice they’d wandered off. Living alone was awesome. She nibbled and giggled into his mouth and against his lips until she had to pull back and breathe. It didn’t lessen her smile any.
“Were we supposed to be watching a movie?” Sam asked, lowering his lips to her neck now, instead of her mouth. “Because I think we forgot.” He was more interested in Deryn than in some silly movie, anyway.
She more than happily tilted her head to the side to give him a little more space to work with. “What movie?” She’d stopped paying attention forever ago.
A deep chuckle escaped him, rumbling from his chest and vibrating through his lips against her throat. “Exactly.” He moved down a little, hands roaming over her back, down to her backside. “I’m not interested in the tv anymore.”
“Me neither,” she said, and it was half laugh half lust. Really, she managed it pretty well. “Bedroom?”