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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-15 21:33:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 07, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Seven - Late Night
Who: Shannon Rutherford and Sam Winchester
What: Late night talk
When: Day 7, late night
Where: the museum
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

It had been a long, drama-filled day and Shannon was exhausted. She'd had a not-terribly-pleasant chat with Sam that morning after having taken a bow and arrow shooting lesson with Domeki and after that she'd gone hunting with Anders. It was cold as all fuck outside and the snow was ridiculous. So ridiculous, in fact, that she and Cheryl had had to meet up to dig poor Edward out of the snow and, well, at least her hand had stopped stinging once she was back indoors and the wind and snow weren't whipping against the small laceration she'd acquired in the process. The journals had blown up with bullshit high school drama, Domeki and Watanuki had come to the museum - rounding the number of residents out to a whopping seven - because they'd been snowed out of the thrift shop, and Shannon was fucking beat, emotionally as well as physically.

She slunk back into the room she and Sam shared, bringing her torch with her and wedged it into the floor in a knothole she'd found there. After spreading out the blanket that she'd gained from waking up naked with Anders, Shannon took off the hoodie she'd been wearing and hung it from the nail the painting he'd used to cover himself had fallen from. Next, she dropped down onto the blanket and sighed, taking a drink - good thing she had ganked more alcohol before the snow had fallen. Today...sucked ass.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-22 06:53 pm UTC (link)

Shannon nodded; his explanation seemed logical enough and she liked the idea of cover better, anyway, if she was honest. The idea of locking in heat was very appealing, indeed. With that, she crawled off the blanket and nodded at Sam to do the same.

"Doesn't matter," she replied. Partially because she knew it really didn't matter how they slept, since Sam swore he hadn't fallen asleep on his shift a few nights ago and somehow she'd gone from being in his arms and dressed to being in the other Sam's arms completely naked. "Jack's been watching," she added, because she was inclined to believe that Jack just didn't sleep, period.

Tucking her hair behind her ears, Shannon laid down on the floor with her back to Sam. Normally, this was not as awkward and unusually unsettling as it felt tonight and she was pretty sure it was because at least before she'd been able to entertain the idea that he might enjoy the sharing of body heat as much as she did and not just for the body heat. Tonight, she wouldn't be able to do that; it would feel fantastical and embarrassing now that she knew it wasn't true.

Shannon was shivering already, the second she laid down. The floor was cold as ice beneath her without the blanket laid down and the chill hit her like a shock wave. "Jesus..." she breathed, teeth chattering. "Fucking snow..."

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demonboyking
2009-05-25 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Sam felt a small pang of guilt strike him when Shannon said it didn't matter. She was right. He'd been keeping watch when she'd been taken, stripped and put in the next room. It was true that he'd been exhausted from the alarms going off all day, that he even suspected that was the reason behind the sirens, but that didn't change the fact that she'd been taken right from his arms. He sighed and nodded, looking defeated when she said Jack was watching. He didn't know much about their new roommate, but from what Sam could tell it looked like he wasn't afraid of fighting and he didn't require much sleep. He watched her as she laid down on the cold floor, her shoulders and back tense at what he could only guess was the coldness of it.

Sam laid down behind her and began spreading the blanket over their forms. It wasn't quite long enough to get his feet, but he reached over her, his shoulder brushing hers as he tucked it underneath her body in order to trap in the heat. He settled down behind her, wrapping his arm around her and offering his arm as a pillow the way they'd done it every other night. The floor was freezing, even through the denim of his jeans and he found himself moving closer than normal to her in an effort to forget the cold.

His nose brushed the back of her neck and he had the sudden unmistakable urge to brush his lips against the smooth skin there. The thought sent a wave of warmth through him just as quickly as he stomped it out. Suddenly being this close didn't seem like such a good idea.He moved his face back an inch or two and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Shannon."

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-26 08:54 pm UTC (link)

Once again, Shannon was reminded of Boone when Sam laid down behind her, pulling the blanket around them. It was, she supposed, the care with which he tucked the blanket under her to help lock in the body heat the two of them would create. Boone had done that on an occasion or two when it had been cold and raining on the Island. His arm was around her then and he also still offered her his other arm as a pillow.

She almost didn't take the offer, because she wasn't sure she was willing to impose on him any further than she already was. It had been different when she could think he might secretly enjoy the imposition. Still, if he was still willing to let his arm be the one that went numb for cut off circulation from the weight of her head, then she wasn't going to fight him. As per usual, she rested her head on his arm and with her free one, she hugged herself, arm brushing his as she positioned herself more comfortably.

When Sam's nose brushed the back of her neck, Shannon closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, her stomach fluttering. She felt the redness and warmth creep into her cheeks even as he pulled away from her and she frowned. It took an awful lot more effort than Shannon wanted to admit to keep from wiggling back against him again - to feel his face nuzzled against the back of her neck - but she refrained. "Night, Sam," she whispered back.

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