"You know, I'm thinkin' whatever this thing is, it's not going after virgins," she breathed, eyes roaming the room, clarity coming into focus, "even, 'born-again' virgins..."
"It's taking virgins who break their chastity vow." Sam finished her thought. "So, dragons are off the list..."
She gave him a look. "I'm sorr - dragons?" Sam met her eyes. "Those are a thing?"
"Ah, yeah." Sam admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Too many things are 'things'."
Jody mouthed something and returned to her computer as Sam went to refresh his coffee. After a few more minutes, he stuck his head over her shoulder. "Any closer on finding out what this thing is?"
"Yeah, check this out..." she began explaining about Vesta, the Roman goddess of the hearth. "They had to remain celibate for thirty years." Weapons were explained on the lower parts of the page and even some spells and rituals. "She ain't messin' around here."
"We need to get someone on the inside there." Sam murmured quietly, moving around. Jody turned her head and gave him a long, slow, incredulous look.
"You're the one who was born-again." she was trying not to laugh. "Are you proposing we hire a hooker?"
"No," Sam made eye contact, leaning against the chest of drawers. His gaze was steady and even, although the look in his eyes was one of uncomfortable awkwardness.
"Sam." she closed the laptop, not sure if she should be laughing or screaming. "This is more than just inappropriate. After Bobby, and Crowley - "
"It's just sex," Sam blurted out, "and it can just be quick, it's the symbolism of breaking the chastity vow and -"
She was up and across the room, smacking him on the mouth. Sam jerked back in surprise, putting his hand on his mouth. Blood? Jesus, she had a strong arm. But no, she was just wiping the blood on a weapon. "Well, that takes care of the virgin blood. Now, the virgin." she said calmly, and then she was kissing him.
The height difference made it a bit awkward, but she was warm and soft and plush in all the right places and her mouth opened to him and Sam was tugged inside. His arms were around her back, lifting her up off the floor and her feet kicked a little at his knees until they were sitting on the bed. When they pulled apart for breath, Jody was undoing his jeans and slipping a hand inside his boxers. Sam yelped. "That's cold!"
"Sorry, dammit, it's cold in the room and I don't exactly warm up when I'm typing for two hours." she rolled her eyes. "Grow up."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Ding-a-Ding-a-Ding
Date: 2013-11-29 06:53 pm (UTC)"It's taking virgins who break their chastity vow." Sam finished her thought. "So, dragons are off the list..."
She gave him a look. "I'm sorr - dragons?" Sam met her eyes. "Those are a thing?"
"Ah, yeah." Sam admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Too many things are 'things'."
Jody mouthed something and returned to her computer as Sam went to refresh his coffee. After a few more minutes, he stuck his head over her shoulder. "Any closer on finding out what this thing is?"
"Yeah, check this out..." she began explaining about Vesta, the Roman goddess of the hearth. "They had to remain celibate for thirty years." Weapons were explained on the lower parts of the page and even some spells and rituals. "She ain't messin' around here."
"We need to get someone on the inside there." Sam murmured quietly, moving around. Jody turned her head and gave him a long, slow, incredulous look.
"You're the one who was born-again." she was trying not to laugh. "Are you proposing we hire a hooker?"
"No," Sam made eye contact, leaning against the chest of drawers. His gaze was steady and even, although the look in his eyes was one of uncomfortable awkwardness.
"Sam." she closed the laptop, not sure if she should be laughing or screaming. "This is more than just inappropriate. After Bobby, and Crowley - "
"It's just sex," Sam blurted out, "and it can just be quick, it's the symbolism of breaking the chastity vow and -"
She was up and across the room, smacking him on the mouth. Sam jerked back in surprise, putting his hand on his mouth. Blood? Jesus, she had a strong arm. But no, she was just wiping the blood on a weapon. "Well, that takes care of the virgin blood. Now, the virgin." she said calmly, and then she was kissing him.
The height difference made it a bit awkward, but she was warm and soft and plush in all the right places and her mouth opened to him and Sam was tugged inside. His arms were around her back, lifting her up off the floor and her feet kicked a little at his knees until they were sitting on the bed. When they pulled apart for breath, Jody was undoing his jeans and slipping a hand inside his boxers. Sam yelped. "That's cold!"
"Sorry, dammit, it's cold in the room and I don't exactly warm up when I'm typing for two hours." she rolled her eyes. "Grow up."