Who: Sam Winchester and Derpy Hooves When: End of September Where: Her place What: Cuteness abounds Rating/Warning: Low/None Status: Complete
Sam stopped by the Target on the way to Deryn’s place from work. After being in court all morning, he’d decided to actually make good use of the time he had scheduled off, and surprise his girlfriend. At the store he’d picked up some romantic comedies on dvd, popcorn, soda and candy so they could have a movie date in.
He remembered to use his key this time, and let himself in through the front door. “Deryn?”
“I’m here!” She was not in the kitchen -- although the place did smell like recent baking. Instead, she called out from her bedroom where she was sorting through a pile of new sundresses and other assorted clothes that she’d bought at the local thrift store earlier in the day.
“It smells good in here.” He sort of called out, but really spoke to himself as he headed into the living room to set things down. Then he wandered down the hallway and poked his head into her bedroom. “...are you packing?” He wasn’t sure why else she’d have so many dresses out on her bed.
Deryn rose her eyebrows at that, but as always, there was smile on her face. “No, silly. I’m putting things away.” Did you see a suitcase here, Sam?
“No.” Sam said, glancing around the room. He took a step in and glanced down at the dresses that she was sorting through. “...what are you up to, then?” He asked, reaching down to pick one up. It was a gorgeous shade of yellow.
“I just told you.” She laughed, put her hands on her hips and gave him a look that was probably meant to be a frown but just didn’t seem to make it there. That was usually the case when it came to Deryn and frowning. “Are you okay?”
Sam didn’t normally take so long to put things away. He blinked over at her. “Oh. Right. Sure.” He said, then gave her what he could of a smile and moved closer to tap a hello kiss against her cheek. Then he held up the dress against her body and the smile went much more genuine. “I’m fine. Just tired. I’ve been working really hard.”
“Should I wear that one?” She asked, going rather coy. Because, well, Deryn could do coy. It was always a bit playful but it wasn’t as if she didn’t know how to be flirty.
“You should sleep more,” she offered then, plucking off her t-shirt before getting a response, and slipping into the vivid yellow dress.
“I should.” Sam moved to sit down on a part of the bed that wasn’t covered with clothes. He watched her shed her shirt off and pull the dress on, giving a bit of a nod. “I really should get more sleep.” He flopped down into his back on her bed, lifting his hands to lace his fingers behind his head. “I could sleep over here,” he broke into a grin.
“You could always sleep here,” Deryn said, rather pointedly, and once the dress was over her head she slipped out of her jeans. “You know I wouldn’t mind.”
Sam lifted his head to look at her, watching the dress fall into place. He raised an eyebrow, breaking into a bit of a grin. “...you want to spend every night together?”
Barefooted and grinning, Deryn flopped on top of Sam on the bed. It was a little dramatic, but there was nothing for it sometimes. "Are you asking to move in, or are you being surprised?" She giggled over that one, but was actually curious.
Sam considered that for a moment, then broke into a grin. “Yes.”
She laughed at that -- loud and clearly amused. Pleased. “Yes?” she queried, lifting her eyebrows and leaning up on her elbows to look at him. “To both?”
“Yes.” Sam repeated, grinning still. “What do you think? Should we move in?” He added, willing to let the joke go for a moment and get kinda serious. As serious as they ever really were.
Sometimes they were serious! Not most the time, but life was too short for so much angst, and Deryn just wasn’t the sort. “Should we?” She asked, lifting her brows and twisting her mouth up thoughtfully. “I think we should.”
The grin came back to his features. Bright and happy. He couldn’t think of a reason not to move in. There was that silly notion that people should be married first… but he’d broken that before. (Though, that hadn’t ended so well for Jessica, had it? No, he wasn’t going to compare or become paranoid that this might happen again…)
“We’ll have to find a bigger place,” Sam mused aloud, looking absolutely thrilled at the idea.
“Oooh,” Deryn said, rolling over to squish up against him. “That’s exciting.” And it was. “Think of the kitchen.” She was already thinking of the kitchen. Oh man, a bigger kitchen.
Sam laughed, wrapping his arms around her. “Yes. Think of the kitchen.” He was thinking of it all at once. Living with Deryn, sleeping every night in the same bed, fighting with her over who got use of the shower first in the morning, making dinner together, watching movies together, never having to drive home at the end of their fun. He couldn’t wait.