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Tweak says, "VIVA LA VIE BOHEME."

Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-02 00:46:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, day 06, experiment, location: museum, open, sam anders, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Six - Morning
Who: Sam Anders, Shannon Rutherford, and OTA who regularly stay in the museum (feel free to jump in whenever if you like, guys)
What: Experiment time! Aaaawkward...
Where: the museum
When: Day Six, morning
Rating: R for language and subtext
Warning: Nudity, but nothing sexual
Status: Incomplete; dropped

With a soft sigh and a tiny smile, Shannon awoke to the sight of the morning sun peeking into the windows of the room in which she'd fallen asleep, spooning Sam as per their usual arrangement. It had been a cold night and, she realized as she stretched, it was an even colder morning. She was dimly aware of a blanket she didn't remember having the night before and thought maybe the Doctor had given it to them after she had fallen asleep for her shift. She was also dimly aware of the warmth of Sam against her back, still holding her close to keep her warm. There was snow falling, much to her surprise, visible through the window and--

Hold on. Time out. Something didn't quite add up. Shannon shook her head slightly and blinked rapidly, trying to get her head. She felt almost as out of it as she had when she'd first arrived her, although not quite as such. But something felt wrong. Sam felt amazing up against her but...

Shannon lifted an end of the blanket and peeked underneath. Okay, then... Yeah, that was what felt different for sure. Skin on skin. It had been a really long day, yesterday. She'd been hungover and exhausted and, well, horny, so it almost didn't surprise her that she'd slept with Sam before passing out for the night. Except for the part where she didn't actually remember doing it.

"Sam...are you up?" she whispered hoarsely, elbowing him slightly as she snuggled back into him. "Did we...? I feel all weird...like the morning I got here. I must've been really fucking tired..."

Not that she minded, of course. It was Sam. She had wanted it to be Sam, if she was honest, although she'd never admit that out loud - ever - considering the whole thing with Dean in the showers, but... There it was. She just wish that she could fucking remember it. Shit, what a waste.

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demonboyking
2009-05-04 01:34 am UTC (link)

Sam's look of concern curved up into a smile as Shannon laughed. She gave a soft snort and he couldn't help but feel a small huff of laughter escape his own lips. He exchanged a glance with Shannon, relieved that she was able to laugh about it instead of getting upset over it.

He saw her face redden slightly with embarrassment and he found it a little hard to look away from her and back at Anders as he started to talk. He shifted his gaze over the Anders when he heard the slight chatter in his voice. "Yeah, sure thing," Sam said, moving towards the door. He waited for Shannon to go through the door first, his eyes landing on her bare shoulders and remembering the first night he'd come to the museum and how she'd peeled off her sweater revealing the tank top below.

"You okay?" He asked, ducking his head and lowering his voice so that Anders wouldn't hear.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-04 01:43 am UTC (link)

Shannon hesitated for a moment, if only because she was still caught between shock and embarrassment. "Oh! Yeah, sorry. Jesus..." she breathed, again with a light laugh in her tone as she winkled her nose at herself for being so suddenly childish about the whole thing. It wasn't her fault and it wasn't the other Sam's fault, either that they'd woken up together like that. They were both adults, right? They could move past the whole thing. ...right?

When Sam moved toward the door, Shannon headed out of the room. She looked back over at Sam and reached around him with one hand - the other holding her clothes against her chest because she hadn't thought to tuck the blanket to hold itself in place - to pull the door shut so Anders could get dressed again in privacy. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, blushing again and shaking her head. "I just...feel kind of retarded," she admitted.

Then she chewed her bottom lip and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Awkward pause. Awesome. "Uh, I should..." she let her voice trail off as she held the blanket in place with the hand she'd used to close the door and raised her clothes up a bit with the other hand before nodding back toward the door across the hall from the room she'd woken in.

She meant to say she ought to get dressed, but she couldn't make herself actually say it, even as she took a few steps backward toward the empty room in question. Almost as though she was waiting for Sam to stop her from doing so, even if that was beyond stupid. At that realization, Shannon pursed her lips and blushed yet again.

"So, yeah...uh, I'll just...be a second," she said before backing into the room and closing the door behind herself. She spared herself a moment to close her eyes and drop her head back against the door. "Idiot..." she whispered at herself before finally getting to the actual task at hand and dressing herself.

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cbuck
2009-05-04 02:17 am UTC (link)

In no time flat, Anders was at his clothes, tugging them on, trying to get his balls warm before the froze off.

This was nearly too much. Experiments with needles and scalpels were one thing, social experiments were another. Anders had his fill of social experiments when it came to testing a new life in the fleet. He'd tried living with all the crap on New Caprica. Even being married to Kara seemed like an experiment in enduring pain.

All life after Caprica's bombing seemed a bit unreal. As if being a pro athlete wasn't enough of a dream.

These things all rushed through his head as he tugged on his pants and shirt, quickly followed by his shoes for his cold feet.

{{OOC: you guys go for it, I'll hop back in once they're done out there.}}

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demonboyking
2009-05-12 10:13 pm UTC (link)

Sam had started to reach for the door at the same moment Shannon moved forward to pull it shut and his hand brushed her arm as she reached for the door. He stilled, swallowing and standing a little straighter than his usual slouch as she pulled back. Shannon blushed as she said she was fine and Sam couldn't help but think that the bit of color in her cheeks only managed to make her look even prettier than usual. "Don't," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about." He meant with the situation, after all it wasn't like she'd gotten drunk and woken up naked with a complete stranger, but the moment he said it he was worried it had come across as more of a comment on her physique.

There was an awkward pause in which Sam tried extra hard to maintain eye contact, but couldn't think of anything else to say that wouldn't come across as suddenly inappropriate as that last comment had. The awkward way in which she started talking and then trailed off made him wonder if she thought he was staring. "Oh, yeah, right," Sam said, nodding as she started backing towards the door behind her. He glanced downwards when she raised her clothes up, reflex momentarily overriding logic and then he was back to maintaining careful eye contact. She seemed to hesitate and he wondered if he should apologize or explain, but mainly he knew anything he tried to do would lead to further awkwardness. Instead he gave her a small smile and raised his eyebrows. "I'll wait out here," he said slowly. "You know, keep watch."

Shannon blushed again and Sam felt responsible for making this whole situation even more mortifying than it was already. He shot her another forced smile before she closed the door and it fell away into a frustrated frown. "I'll keep watch," he said, making fun of himself and shaking his head. "Nice one, Sam."

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