The bubbles glisten on Jess's skin like something ethereal, as she rests her arms on the edges of the tub.
"So what you're saying," Sam clears his throat, resting his head back against the white tile. The water's only supposed to come halfways up the height of his torso, but when he's sprawled out like this, it comes up to his collarbones. Jess is shoulders deep. "Is that you've never been in favor of bath sex?"
There's a smile lingering on his lips, and dancing in his earth-speckled eyes.
"Precedents imply," She answers, voice serious, and all the rest of it. "It is, and I quote, complicated."
Taking a bath together is rare, for them.
Sam's calves graze her thighs, his legs stretched out languidly, and heels planted on either sides of her hips. She's pulling a smirk to contain her smile - her own feet nonchalantly in Sam's space, and knees in the air - because that's the only way the two of them fit in the tub.
Bathing together is also kind of perfect.
"Objection." Sam flicks his hand up, palm facing her. "That's shower sex."
"Showers are in bathrooms. Overruled."
"They're not the only things in bathrooms. Sustained."
"Huh." Jess cocks her head, feigning passiveness. As she pretends to contemplate, her foot trails along Sam's skin, and within moments, he's blushing. "Prosecutor is allowed, and insisted upon, to elaborate."
"So you're defending now?" Sam returns, but keeps going. "Well, I was saying -" She keeps her foot moving, in lazy circles of expanding radii, slowly closer to his cock. Sam breaks off mid-sentence, coughing out a laugh. "That's how it's going to be?"
"Maybe." Jess winks. "Or maybe I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Guess I really am convincing." Sam points out, before resolutely continuing. "As I was saying," He repeats. "Shower sex isn't all that comes under bath sex, just as there's more to bathrooms than just showers."
Jess hums, agreeing.
"Such as, if I went down on you while your back was against the door, would that be so complicated after all?" And he proceeds to exploit his window of opportunity when Jess pauses speechless for a beat, and starts to brush against her skin, underwater. He has a vantage point in his position too, and his toes tickle her hipbones.
A shudder visibly goes through her, and Sam feels proud of himself. "I feel like such statements must be submitted with proof only, my esteemed contemporary."
"I'll ask the court for a later date on that one, dear opposing counsel." Sam replies, dismissively, already moving on to the next point in his metaphorical hardbound courtroom folder. "For now, I present to you Exhibit B."
"Oh?"
"Bathtub Sex."
As he utters the words, she finally reaches her destination too, deriving obvious pleasure in the way he squirms when she strokes slightly along his length, and hissing when he reciprocates by squeezing her hips from both sides.
"The jury needs more information." She tells Sam, when they're both just a little more focused.
Sam thinks about it, pursing his lips. "Well, I suppose there's also more kinds of sex, like -"
"Objection." It's Jess's turn to tease, raising her hand. Sam rolls his eyes when she does it pointedly, calling him out for being theatrical earlier. "More information about the bathtub sex, please."
"Sustained." Sam leers exaggeratedly, and she laughs. "I guess my leading argument regards all the water saved in the process. Just imagine, two baths for the water of one, and you cut back on the cleanup after sex bit, too."
"But what about the water which spills?" She asks, managing to pull a straight face, as if proposing such a valid counterpoint dismisses the fact that they're both naked, wet and bubbly. And tangled in each other.
"Defense counsel refers to a different case than mine." Sam throws back, staring her heatedly in her smiling eyes, till the smile's worn off for a considerably more suggestive replacement. "I assure the courtroom that there's no room for negligence here."
"There's no room for me, either." She lets out, in a petulant whine, an entire era of a longheld stare later. It's the farthest they've gone to breaking character - and her lips revolt with a pout when he doesn't join her immediately in reality.
"Your honor." Keeping the mock trial running, even in it's last couple dialogues of existence, Sam turns his head to face a shampoo bottle. It's been implicitly, and mutely decided as the judge. "I'd like to summon my witness, Jessica Moore to the stand."
"All this foreplay to eventually kick me out of the tub?" Jess raises an eyebrow, almost complaining.
"There seems to have been a miscommunication." A corner of Sam's serious smile falls away, teasing, and the way it darkens his eyes enthralls Jess. Almost squinting as he smirks, his eyelashes stand out long and curved, and his jaw is clenched - because of course, he's not unaffected. He's frigging twenty one, and in a bathtub with his girlfriend who keeps dragging her foot along the insides of his thighs. He's extremely goddamn turned on, and she knows it too, and they're just playing things out to see how far they can.
"Meaning?"
"My side's the witness box?" He almost dissolves into a chuckle, and then barely doesn't, as he spreads his arms. Jess doesn't seem to have any qualms with giggling, as she props herself up by the edges of the tub, and traverses the rest of the distance in a single movement.
Sam helps, obviously - wrapping his arms around her waist, as she lands on his lap, and adjusts to be straddling him. The water makes it easier - but to be fair, it's been done on bedsheets before.
"I prefer girlfriend." She says, last thing before Sam breaks into a grin too happy for a courtroom, and closes the gap between their lips. "Or significant other. Maybe lover." She quips, between mouthy kisses. "Not 'witness'."
"Duly noted." Sam laughs breathily, hands pulling her close and wandering, until he's touched every inch of her a million times. He never thought he'd be lucky enough to get someone like her - and he just loves her so, so much.
"And by the way, babe," She has an arm around his neck, and another holding his face as they kiss. All words are punctuated with kisses, enthusiastic yet fleeting. "I'd say this counts as a win for you, but my lawyerspeak was definitely the better competitor."
"Must be all those hours of courtroom dramas." Sam agrees, only half parts kidding, his eyes closed as they kiss.
"Well, I keep asking you to join me."
"Binges are not my thing, Jess."
"Bath sex didn't used to be mine." She returns immediately, and as if to prove her point, rolls her hips. That shoots an almost painful wave of arousal through him, aiming straight for his cock, and getting there in record time as Sam throws his head back.
Jess chases his lips back to a kiss, grinning against his mouth as she adds, "We might need another trial for me to get you to bingewatch Suits."
"Petition to conduct all future trials in the bathtub as well." Sam grunts, quickly losing coherency, as she moves in all the perfect ways on top of him.
"Sounds like grounds for a trial." Jess teases, though her breath hitching on the last syllable ruins the solemnity, because Sam's hands have finally ended up south, and he's buried his face in her neck, biting and sucking a mark between her collarbones.
"Not really." Sam pants, but that's as far technical as his brain can get, while he tries to give his girlfriend a hickey, and finger her at the same time.
"Who's the to-be lawyer's girlfriend here, Sam?"
Sam can't help but laugh at her dramatic patronizing tone, though it's muffled into her skin. "It's you." And Jess gasps suddenly, less from Sam's easily accepted defeat, and more from the way he feels, sliding inside her as he lifts her up with his hands on her hips, and then brings her down on top of him, and she clings tighter to him, moaning and fully draped over his chest now. He strokes her hair with one hand, and kisses her neck again.
"It's always going to be you."
*
Later, when they're both drying their hair in front of the mirror, Jess with a hairdryer and Sam with a towel (which they'll soon exchange, though), and she's rambling about how Sam should probably choose Environmental Law (seeing as he cares about water conservation so frigging much), and how much Sam's going to adore Harvey Spectre (apparently, the designated rich, badass hotshot in a show of designated rich hotshots) - all he can think about is how he's finally done something right in his goddamn mess of a life.
And how unbelievably lucky he is, to get his chance at a happy ending with the most perfect woman in the entire world.
(They go to bed, soon after, flirting and kissing all the way through dinner, still coming down from their high as they drift off to sleep in each other's arms, but Sam ends up getting awoken at midnight by the unstealthy pacing of an intruder - who turns out to be Dean Winchester.)
So it's 2:53 am rn and i just finished Emergency Contact and i have 3 things to say: 1: i demand a continuation of the series. I want more about them and their lives and the open ended story plots 2: i want a sam. He's amazing 3: thank you for putting this book in your series. It's easily one of my favorite if nit my favorite fiction books now
facts facts and more facts! it’s defs up there in my fave books too! IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT. sometimes when i recommend things, i’m worries that others won’t like it and then it’ll taint their opinion of me because i like something that they don’t. idk if that’s a stupid thing but it’s how i feel 😌🥺
You let him sway with your hips to an unheard beat, letting your head fall back against his chest, relishing in the feel of his firm pecs. You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. And then... “honey came in and she caught me red-handed creeping with the girl next door...picture this we were both butt naked banging on the bathroom floor...” your eyes flew open and your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. If Sam could sense your emotions he didn’t stop to acknowledge it. This MF kept singing! (9/?)
my friend made me almost cry with her face book post to me :,)))
__””So I had tiny breakthrough today.
I've always been fascinated, and terribly, terribly afraid of snakes. Giant snake at a zoo? No problem. Unexpected grass snake in the wilderness? Absolute fear.
A few years ago I opened up the back door of my job site to the outside, only to have a snake fall on my head.
If I could reiterate, immediate surprise snake from above - from the SKY. Snakes falling from the heavens. To land on My Head.
Was this some kind of cruel joke from some intelligence which we have struggled to understand? Since the early beginnings of that reaching part of the brain which beckons into the unknown, always searching, ever present, the reason, the equation, the answer to the unanswerable, WHY ARE WE HERE?
Things like this are too perfect.
Year after year, late summer to early fall, like the air that crisps, the leaves that change color, sho nuff these fucking snakes would fall on my head. Open the back door and - not every time, but definitively sometimes - aerial snakes.
I have never picked up a snake before.
Sure. A friend or sibling may find one in the yard to my fright, but after a few moments, or several, when I felt the creature was tamed, I could timidly be passed the unwieldy flesh baton (cool band name) and eventually I could begin breathing normally once again. What was the fear about? Did I think it wished me harm? Was it Irish-based? Biblical? ...Freudian?
It wasn't until I met Alli , snake whisperer/ tough and tender femme fatale, that my life long fears started to evolve. She described serpents seen online as "cute" and "like puppies" [wtf.] I saw her with her pets and when I eventually became comfortable in their snakey presence, I became aware of their response to touch. You pet them, and if they liked you, they'd pet back, running their bodies close, to gain your heat, but maybe, too, to gain your heart.
So when I opened up the back door today and this creature apparated from the skyward nothingness to tumble to my feet, my reaction which had in the past defaulted to fear was now augmented to... empathy.
I didn't run away.
I picked him up.
I felt love for this snake. He calmed in my hands. He didn't piss or bite me.
I felt a desire to bring him to Alli, or home in a shoe box. My first snake conquest, like I wanted to bring it home to scare the crap out of my mom. But I knew he belonged back in the wilderness, or the space between the door frame and the wall, cozy by the hardened spray foam I touched up in the summer.
With Halloween around the bend, it's an appropriate time for conquering fears that may be so small that they could only be measured by yourself. “”_____
I just woke up in the middle of the night and I got out of bed to get a drink of water and came back to bed and cuddles with my husband and our puppy and I don't think I could be any happier with my life
