SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 10 | @amadtributewithaship vs. @sweet-sammy-kisses
Prompt: Sunny Day
Ship: Sam/Jess
Word Count: 519
Tags/warnings: Stanford era, angst with a side of fluff, flashback
Summary: It was always sunny in California
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The first thing Sam learned when he left for Stanford was that it was always sunny in California. It was sunny the day he arrived, and it was sunny the day he met Jess, and it was sunny the day they moved in together, and it was sunny (until) the day she died.
(That day she was the sun, burning brighter and hotter than he ever thought possible)
Even years after that night he still dreamt of her. At first, it had mostly been the same not-dream he'd been having for weeks, but later, as he started to heal, it was memories that assaulted him in the darkness - memories of sunshine and brightness and happiness. Sometimes it was those night he'd fear the most because they only reminded him of what he had loved and lost. There was one day in particular that featured often, but he never really knew why.
It was a Saturday, so neither of them had classes to go to. The sun was shining brightly outside (it was always sunny in California) but neither of them really wanted to go outside because they were perfectly happy staying inside in the shade where it was cool, thank you very much. Besides, they'd been planning a Star Wars marathon ever since the new one had come out a couple of weeks ago and it was as good a day as any.
She was lying with her head resting on his chest, her fingers idly playing with the hem of his t-shirt. The sun streamed through the window and turned her hair to gold thread as it set. He remembered the plain walls being painted in an orange glow and he remembered her asking him a question about his opinion on the movie, but he hadn’t been able to answer because he hadn’t been paying attention for the past ten minutes, instead studying her face and trying to count the freckles splashed across her tanned skin.
She smiled up and him and he thought – knew – that this was where he wanted to be. He wanted the sun that seemed to chase away all the things that hid in the shadows, he wanted lazy afternoons spent doing nothing at all, he wanted this golden girl who inexplicably wanted him too.
In his dreams she’d sometimes lean close and whisper that it was all his fault, before bursting into flame and laughing as the sun – his sun – burnt away into dust. Sometimes she’d pull him towards her and kiss him softly, and he’d wake up still feeling the ghost of her weighing down his chest and the touch of her lips on his.
He didn’t know which was worse.
Dean often complained that monsters never once picked the sunny states to terrorise (I freaking hate this weather. Why can’t we ever find a hunt without mud and rain, huh?) and Sam would laugh and nod (I hear you man) but a part of him was glad for it, especially at first. Welcomed it, even, because he never forgot the first lesson he learned.
It was always sunny in California.
Gwen’s words left more than a few bells ringing in Sam’s head
Coda to 12x15, Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
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"It's all my fault."
It had been his mantra in the weeks since Jess died. It was his fault for leaving her, it was his fault for not telling her the truth, it was his fault, his fault, his fault. He had stopped saying it out loud because, every time he did, Dean would fix him with The Look and say very loudly and clearly that he couldn't have done anything to help her and would he quit thinking it already, but the phrase bounced through his brain every minute of the day and night. It was worse at night, when it was her voice telling him she would be alive if it weren't for him, but he learned to accept it and carried on, that inescapable truth the only thing keeping him going.
"What happened to Marcus."
Sometimes he would wake up and think she was still there. Then he'd realise that the quiet breaths weren't the same as hers used to be, and that he'd never hear that sound again. Other times he'd bolt upright from nightmares, sure he could feel her sticky blood on his forehead, her screams still echoing in his ears. (She didn't scream when she died. Sam did.) Often he didn't even have to sleep to see her. In the first few weeks he only had to stare at a motel room ceiling and she'd be there, a bright red stain across her abdomen and searing flames quenching her spark.
"I don't think I even know what okay means anymore."
Dean always asked him if he was okay; Sam always told him he was fine. He'd said the word so much that it had lost all meaning. He was okay because he had to be, he was okay because the job required him to be. He didn't think he'd been properly okay since a long time before Stanford had even entered his head, but he managed. Then Jess died and okay became a long ago fantasy. The next time Dean asked he stayed silent, and the look on his brother's face told him he knew.
"I liked Marcus. He was sweet, and kind. And he loved me."
Jess had been different. The people he had grown up around had been all hard edges and firm commands. She was gentle, and caring, and so, so loving. She baked cookies for him, and helped him relax when he was stressed, and she loved him unconditionally because... just because. No one had ever loved him like that before, and Sam liked it. Maybe too much, because it hurt so much when it was all taken away.
"More than I ever loved him."
He had loved Jess. He had loved her more than he had loved anybody, but it still wasn't enough. He wasn't deserving of the kind words she gave him, not worthy of her tender kisses or smiles. If he had loved her enough he would never have left her alone that night. Dean could have handled the hunt by himself, and Jess might be alive. Or she might not be, but Sam might be dead with her.
"I lied to make things easier."
He was going to tell her the truth of who he was, or that was what he told himself to help him deal with the lies he swore he'd leave behind. At first it had seemed justified because she would have called him crazy if she knew. She would have left him and he would have been alone again. Later, he couldn't bring himself to tell her. Everything was so perfect and the lies tripped so easily off his tongue. He should have told her the truth, maybe it could have saved her if she had known, but ignorance was so easy to get used to.
YASSSSS YOU ARE THE BEST OKAY I REALLY WANT TO DO THIS FOR JESSICA/SARAH (BUT I CAN DO IT FOR DARIO/SCOTT TOO IF YOU WANT)
Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: it depends on the day. jessica does sometimes because she’s older and needs less sleep, but lately, sarah’s had to get up for work so she’s usually up first and waking jessica up to have morning kisses/morning sex before she has to go.
Who’s the one to make breakfast: again, it depends on the day, but sarah springs for it more often because pancakes are one of the only things she knows how to cook, and she figures if she can only make jessica one meal of the day, she better take advantage of it!
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: sarah does it more often and jessica thinks it’s the sweetest thing in the whole entire world.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: definitely jessica, she’s the kind of person who would be like “sarahhhhh, please don’t go to work and spend all day having sex with meeeeee” and sarah would be so tempted. they both love sex, but jessica is so desperate to have her hands all over sarah’s body all the time.
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: this is also jessica. hello, the woman left AHS because she’s too lazy. COME ON.
Who chooses the movies: they take turns but jessica is much, MUCH pickier when it comes to movies and she sometimes side eyes the fact that sarah enjoys movies that wouldn’t exactly be critically acclaimed. (but only sometimes. she loves sarah too much to side eye for long.)
Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: sarah. this is why she doesn’t care when jessica side eyes her, because she knows she’s just going to kiss all up on her, so it doesn’t matter anyway!!
Who orders lunch: what does this mean? like who orders it for both of them? because probably sarah.
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: jessica. oops. you would think it would be sarah, but nope, jessica just snatches some food and sarah is like “JESSIE!!” and smacks her hand and jessica is like >:( RESPECT YOUR ELDERS WOMAN. kidding, obviously.
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: jessica. she loves naps and full tummies, she’s like a little kitten or something.
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: this is tough because they both do it. jessica is a natural distraction, but sarah is always distracting when it comes to jessica’s gardening and stuff. so they both do it, they can’t help it.
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: sarah, but jessica is quick to say yes because she loves ice cream just as much.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: JESSICA. she’s the one who takes pictures of EVERYTHING, sarah forgets sometimes and jessica constantly has her phone or actual camera out taking pictures so they can document it all.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: both of them. even though this is more like a straight/gay joke rather than a lesbian one.
Who cooks dinner: jessica, sarah does it rarely when she’s got something she wants to try out or wants to give jessica a break by cooking something she knows she’s good at, but jessica is a far better cook so she normally takes care of it. anyway, she’s used to it after cooking for her children for years!
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: they help each other out, but more sarah than jessica because jessica does the cooking, so sarah helps out with the cleaning!
Who stays up until 2 reading: they both do but sarah falls asleep first, jessica lays there with her glasses on for awhile, reading and smiling at sarah asleep next to her.
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: jessica, and sarah always ALWAYS teases her for it and calls her a creep, but she doesn’t care because sarah is so beautiful that she can’t help herself.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep: they both do when they get the chance, but especially jessica.
set after the 2012 emmys, jessica and sarah both get a little too drunk. one thing leads to another, and... well, you can figure out what happens next! NC-17, obviously.
One of the perks of winning an Emmy is that there is no shortage of people willing to buy you drinks. It seems as if an endless supply of wine glasses are being pressed into Jessica's hand, and who is she to say no? It isn't until about the fifth glass that the regret starts to sink in, and she sits at the bar carefully, trying not to let anyone see exactly how drunk she is. She knows that plan is pointless, however, when she sees Sarah approaching her.
"Don't you judge me," she immediately blurts out, turning as quickly as she can on the stool to look at Sarah, who is an absolute vision in her dress."People, they just… and the drinks, in my hand… too many."
"You've got a better excuse than me," Sarah says, smiling and biting her lip. "I just got drunk to numb the pain of the loss." At that, Jessica's face goes slack, her eyes widening as she looks at the other woman. It was because of her that she lost and as much as she'd enjoyed the win, oh god, she caused her friend pain… it isn't until she hears Sarah's laughter that she really looks at her. "I was just teasing, honey, my god. You really are out of it, aren't you? You looked horrified."
"I wish we both could've won," Jessica says, and she means it. Sarah is one of the most incredible young actresses she has ever had the fortune to work with, someone that she knows is going to do incredible things with her talent. She's thankful that Ryan had seen that when she recommended her to him, and even more thankful that they are going to get more time together next season, Jessica having been ecstatic to hear that Sarah had been promoted to a cast regular.
"Oh, be quiet," Sarah says, waving her hand as she slides into a stool next to Jessica. She's very close, her arm pressing up against Jessica's, and her skin is so soft, especially in Jessica's drunken state. She briefly wonders if it would be weird to touch her, to run a hand up her arm to feel that soft skin even better, until it settles in that yes, that absolutely would be weird. "That would defeat the point of the awards if everyone got one. There's no one else I'd rather lose to than you."
Jessica has always dealt with younger actors and actresses telling her how incredible she is, something that she knows she will never believe as long as she lives, but there's something different about it with Sarah. Perhaps it's the intensity in her eyes when she talks about it, or the fact that they've known each other for so long and worked together on so many projects. Either way, whether or not she believes the sentiment behind it, she absolutely believes Sarah when she says that there is no one else she would rather lose to, and her cheeks warm, ducking her head the way she does when she gets shy.
"You earned yourself a drink with that one," Jessica says, pressing one of the glasses surrounding her into Sarah's hand, causing the younger woman to laugh. She watches as Sarah knocks back the wine in the glass, her full lips wrapping around the edge of the glass, and it's something she finds unexpectedly sexy, though she chalks it up to her drunkenness. After all, anything can be sexy after five glasses of wine.
"Do you wanna come back to my place?" Sarah asks, apropos of nothing. "I'm just kind of sick of being around other people, I'd much rather drink wine at my apartment with just you than have to deal with…" She waves her hand in the air, gesturing around them. "Y'know. The bullshit." Jessica laughs, knowing exactly what Sarah is talking about. She's been a part of the Hollywood scene for almost as long as Sarah has been alive. It isn't that celebrating a win isn't fun, but for every genuine person in the room, there are four more fake people. It's tiring, weeding through people to find someone who is actually worth the time and the effort. Yes, she knows the bullshit far too well.
"I would like nothing more."
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It isn't until they're halfway to Sarah's apartment that Jessica realizes just how close they've gotten in the back of the car. Sarah's legs are practically draped over her own, the younger woman's head leaning on her shoulder, and she has an arm wrapped around Sarah as well. The two women have always been very tactile together, mostly at the insistence of Sarah, who is quite possibly the most physical person Jessica has ever met. It's something she's never minded, and tonight, she minds even less.
"Your skin is so soft," Jessica mumbles, stroking her fingertips up and down Sarah's arms. "You feel like a cloud." Feeling goosebumps growing, she smiles, teasing Sarah's skin even more to make them grow stronger.
"Stop that," Sarah giggles, shuddering hard. "You're giving me chills."
"Make me," Jessica says teasingly, and suddenly, they're staring into each other's eyes, and no one is laughing anymore. Jessica has seen this look many, many times, but it has always been in the eyes of men, never a woman -- it's the look someone gives her before they're about to kiss her, in that moment between hesitation and decision, when the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jessica has never given any real thought to being with a woman, nothing in depth anyway; of course she had had fleeting thoughts and even a few opportunities living in Paris, but she had never acted on it, and had never truly thought of it again until this very moment.
Sarah's lips meeting hers don't surprise her, but what does surprise her is the way it feels. The younger woman's lips are so full, so soft, so enthusiastic in the way that they kiss her that Jessica can't help the way she moans into it, parting her own lips to deepen the kiss. It's thrilling, not only kissing a woman, but kissing in the back of a car where the driver knows just who they are, and Jessica knows that she should be feeling shy and not allowing herself to do this, but she can't help it. The kiss feels too amazing, her whole body reacting to it, and she presses even closer as they continue to kiss slowly. Jessica can't even remember the last time she was kissed this way, deep kisses that make her feel as much inside as they do physically.
They don't stop until they reach Sarah's place, quickly paying the driver before getting out, stumbling inside, and then their lips are on each others' again. Jessica knows she should stop, that she should ask Sarah exactly what is going on, but it just feels too good for her to make it to end. Surprisingly, Sarah is the one who breaks the kiss, leaning their foreheads together as they pant softly, Jessica's eyes fluttering closed as she tries to get her breath back.
"I'm so sorry," Sarah whispers. "I didn't mean to… oh, fuck it. No, I didn't mean to, but I don't regret it. I've wanted to do that for a really, really long time." Jessica is completely taken aback by the confession at first, but the more she thinks about it, the more things over the years begin to make sense. The way Sarah was completely starstruck by her the first time they met, the way she would always catch the younger woman staring at her, all the touches and kisses to the cheek, which weren't exactly abnormal for Sarah with anyone, but paired with everything else, she finally understands.
"You have a crush on me," Jessica breathes against her lips, the alcohol completely erasing any filter she might have had. "Right? Do you, Sarah?"
The room is silent for a moment, the only sound their heavy breathing, until Sarah finally speaks. "Yeah," she murmurs. "Yeah, I do." It's the alcohol speaking for both of them, and Jessica knows it, knows that Sarah would never have admitted it if she was sober, but then again, she wouldn't have been brave enough to go along with the kiss if she had been sober herself, which would have been a mistake. Jessica might be drunk, but her head is clear enough to know that Sarah is sexy and an incredible kisser, and all she wants is more.
"C'mon," Jessica urges, tugging Sarah toward her bedroom urgently. Sarah stumbles behind her, tripping over her dress a little, and they're both still wearing incredibly high heels, which Jessica kicks off as soon as she gets into the bedroom. Sarah follows suit, turning to peek over her shoulder with a dark look and a smirk, inviting Jessica to unzip her dress. The deep teal color of the dress looks gorgeous on her, but Jessica knows, even in her drunken mind, that it's going to look even better on her floor.
Tugging the zipper down slowly, the pale expanse of Sarah's bare back greets her, and Jessica sucks in a slow breath. "You're not wearing a bra." Her drunken mind states the obvious, which makes Sarah laugh softly as she drops the dress to the ground, wearing only a small pair of panties as she turns around to face Jessica. "Jesus," she murmurs, her eyes not leaving Sarah's perky tits, wanting to touch them more than anything.
"Let's get you out of this," Sarah suggests, stepping closer and starting to pull the zipper down. Jessica is suddenly filled with panic, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her body isn't nearly as gorgeous as Sarah's is -- her stomach is flabby after three children, her tits are practically down to her belly button, and her ass is a whole other story, at least in her mind. She knows that her clothes go a long way toward hiding what's really underneath, that only she has to see what she has going on, and it terrifies her to think that maybe Sarah will be grossed out, that she'll change her mind because she doesn't like what she sees. Breathing in deeply as her dress hits the floor, Jessica closes her eyes, not wanting to see the look of disgust on Sarah's face, the look that she can so clearly picture in her mind.
"Oh my god," she hears, and her heart sinks, though she opens an eye to peek at Sarah, who is staring at her body in what can only be described as… hunger. "Get on the bed right now, Jessie. Now, come on, I can't wait." Jessica's mind can't process what's happening, not until she's laying flat on her back, and there are soft, full lips being trailed across her skin. "Look at this body," Sarah growls against her skin, sucking and nipping and licking as she makes her way down. "Oh my god, you are fucking gorgeous. I want to take my time the next time and worship this body, but right now, this is all I want to do."
Jessica's mind is still spinning, trying to work out the words -- next time?? Sarah would really want a next time?? -- so distracted that she barely notices her panties have been pulled off until she sees Sarah laying on her stomach between her legs, pressing two slow kisses to her thighs before her mouth moves directly between her legs. The first long lap of her tongue over Jessica's pussy makes her back arch, and she gasps, winding her fingers into Sarah's dark hair. "Holy shit," she whimpers, staring down with wide eyes, willing some of the drunkenness she still feels to go away so she can burn this to her memory.
Sarah is not delicate when it comes to eating pussy, Jessica quickly learns. Her whole face is buried between her legs, licking at her hungrily like she's starving for it, her tongue teasing up and over her clit with every lick she gives her. Jessica is absolutely no stranger to having her pussy eaten, but it's never been like this, and she chalks it up to the fact that Sarah knows what feels best, having the same anatomy. She can't believe it's taken her this long to have sex with a woman, but she's glad she's finally having the experience, and her body is thanking her too. Her toes curl involuntarily against Sarah's back as she laps against a particularly sensitive spot, tugging hard at Sarah's hair as she lets out a loud, throaty moan. Jessica has never been quiet in bed, and she's never been shy about telling people what she likes.
"That's it, fuck," she breathes, staring down at Sarah as her hips rock up to meet her mouth. "Suck on my clit, baby, c'mon. Ohhhh, shit." Her back arches as Sarah's lips close around her clit, doing exactly as she'd asked, and her whole body trembles from the pleasure of it. "You are so fucking good at this, oh my god." Sarah's eyes meet hers playfully, her mouth still pressed close against her, and Jessica moans deeply, tipping her head back in pleasure. She can't remember the last time she felt this good, her body craving this kind of pleasure. It isn't that she hasn't been with anyone since she and Sam split; she's had a few one night stands that were satisfying, but nothing has felt like this.
Jessica can feel her orgasm building up already, something that genuinely shocks her. Since hitting menopause, it's taken her longer to come, longer to get wet, longer to do anything, but Sarah is hitting absolutely every button that she has, like she's known her body for years. "Shit, Sarah, I'm so close," she gasps, tugging her hair hard to keep her in place, Sarah's tongue lapping hungrily over her clit. "Just like that, please don't stop. You're gonna make me come so ha-- oh my god! Fuck!"
Thighs tightening around Sarah's head, Jessica's entire body lifts off the bed as her orgasm hits her like a freight train, her hips rocking wildly against the other woman's mouth. Head tipped back against the pillow, the moan she lets out could be more aptly described as a scream, and she loves the way Sarah doesn't let up on her, still licking at her until her body slumps weakly back against the bed. Jessica runs her fingers through Sarah's hair slowly, panting heavily as she opens her eyes, staring down at her as she licks her lips. "Holy fucking shit," she breathes, her voice rough and husky. "I have never felt anything like that in my life."
"Really?" Sarah's voice is rough as well, and Jessica moans as she sees the way the lower half of Sarah's face is glistening. "I've told you for years how incredible being with a woman is, honey, you should've listened sooner." Sarah's teeth sink into her full lower lip as she smiles, and Jessica can't stop staring at her, how gorgeous she is, her dark hair all sex-tousled and enticing. It's the alcohol that makes Jessica blurt out, "You are so fucking beautiful." And it might be the alcohol that makes Sarah's cheeks flush pink, ducking her head down shyly, but Jessica doesn't think so.
Leaning down, she kisses Sarah slowly, tasting herself on the other woman's lips. It isn't the first time she's ever kissed someone after they've gone down on her, but it is the first time she knows she's going to be very intimately acquainted with the taste in just a moment. It isn't bad, much better than anything she's ever tasted from a man's body, and that thought propels her into pushing Sarah back onto the bed, her eyes dark as she smirks at her. Sarah's eyes are wide, like she hadn't expected Jessica to return the favor, and Jessica savors that reaction. She's always gotten a thrill out of shocking people, and besides that, she desperately wants to try and make Sarah feel even half as good as the woman just made her feel.
Laying on her stomach between Sarah's legs, Jessica hooks her fingers into the elastic of Sarah's panties, pulling them down slowly before she spreads Sarah's legs a little wider. "Oh my god," she murmurs, looking from Sarah's pussy up to her face. "You are soaking wet, holy shit."
"Yeah, that happens when you get to go down on a woman you've dreamed of doing that to for years," Sarah says, letting out a nervous laugh as she runs her fingers through her own hair. "I cannot believe you're about to do this, are you sure you're okay with it?"
"Shut up," Jessica says, giving her a look as she leans in closer, experimentally licking over her pussy slowly. Of course, the taste is much stronger than it was off of Sarah's lips, but it's different too -- sweet and tangy all at once, and there's just so much, Sarah is so wet, and Jessica loves everything about it. She had been worried, just slightly, not wanting to hate it but knowing that even if she did, she was going to return the favor. This is a completely different story, however. She doesn't know if it's the alcohol, or if it really is that good, but suddenly, all she wants is to press her face between Sarah's legs and eat her all night long.
"Oh my god," Sarah breathes, shivering hard. "You are a tease, Jessica." Licking her lips, Jessica raises an eyebrow, half tempted to continue to tease, but a larger part of her just wants . She opts for the latter, her mouth completely covering the younger woman's pussy as she licks over it, a new flood of wetness meeting her tongue. "Fuck! Jess! Holy shit, wow." She can feel Sarah's body shudder, her hips twitching up against her mouth, which makes Jessica wrap her arms around her thighs, trying to get closer to her. It's hot, the way Sarah's hips are rocking up against her face, and she encourages it, her tongue still lapping over her slowly. It's much more instinctual than anything with a man ever was, her familiarity with the female anatomy working to her advantage, and to Sarah's in turn. She knows what she likes when she's in this situation, and her goal is to replicate that on Sarah's body, wanting to make her feel incredible.
She can tell the moment her tongue presses against Sarah's clit -- her body jerks hard underneath her, right when she feels the hard nub against her tongue, and her lips close around it, sucking the way she likes to have her own sucked on. "Ohhhhh, holy shit," Sarah gasps, a hand holding her head in place. "How are you already so fucking good at this?" It's a compliment Jessica hadn't been expecting to receive, she would have settled for being able to simply get her off, but knowing that she's doing a good job makes her want it even more, setting her jaw as she licks harder and faster.
The noises Sarah is making above her are some of the sexiest Jessica has ever heard in her whole life. Her moans are broken, soft whimpers and groans that are completely genuine, nothing for show. Sarah's voice is sexy to begin with, but hearing her like this, Jessica knows she'll never be able to listen to the woman speak again without getting a little turned on. Letting her eyes fall closed, she loses herself in the motions of licking and sucking over Sarah's completely soaking wet pussy, the taste getting stronger the more and more she licks at her. She can feel her mouth starting to ache slightly, but she doesn't stop for a second, not when Sarah is squirming so beautifully, curses spilling from her lips like a prayer.
She can tell that Sarah is close before she even announces it, but even so, Jessica shudders when she hears the broken whimper of, "Jessie, I'm so close, I'm gonna come." It's such a juxtaposition with the way her body is reacting -- while her voice is soft and broken, her body is going absolutely crazy against Jessica's mouth, her hips fucking her face as her legs tremble, and nothing has ever been more beautiful to Jessica. Sucking at her clit, Jessica hears Sarah let out a high pitched gasp and then a moan, more accurately described as a wail, her whole body shuddering and twitching, and Jessica holds onto her thighs tightly, savors the feeling of the thighs clenching around her head until Sarah's body goes limp.
Sitting up, Jessica tries to catch her breath, but she's being tugged down into a deep kiss, Sarah's tongue pushing into her mouth with a whine. Her body is so soft against Jessica's, and she strokes a hand down her side, just wanting to touch her more, her heart going absolutely crazy in her chest. Her mind is starting to sober up and realize what they just did, and instead of feeling horrified like she might have if it had been any of her other friends, all Jessica feels is immense pleasure and satisfaction. Cupping Sarah's face as she pulls back, her eyes are sparkling as she licks her lips. "Was I okay?"
"Do not even ask me that question," Sarah says immediately, her voice still wrecked. "You just want to hear me praise you and I am not giving you the damn satisfaction. Holy shit, Jess."
"I'm assuming I was good then," Jessica teases, leaning down to nudge her nose against Sarah's.
"Something like that, yeah." Sarah's eyes are sparkling too, and she bites her lip, hesitating a little before speaking again. "Are we okay? I mean… it's not weird that we just did this, right?"
Shaking her head, Jessica smiles, running her fingers up into Sarah's soft hair. "No, I don't think so. I think it felt… really, really right, actually. Don't you agree?" Sarah nods, grinning as she leans up to capture Jessica's lips again, a move that makes her heart skip a beat. What had started as a drunken hookup is already starting to feel like more to Jessica, and she should be scared of that, but she isn't. Not with Sarah.
