50 First Dates - Date 50 THE END
Title: Date 50
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Gabriel/Sam
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 541
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None.
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Disneyworld.
Date 50
“I can’t believe how much the food here costs,” Gabriel grumbles as he slides into the booth next to Sam.
“I paid,” Sam reminds him as he picks at some of Gabriel’s fries.
“What’s your point?” Gabriel questions as he bites into a burger like he’s been starving for days.
Sam grins at his bliss-filled look. He’s also pretty happy Gabriel is sitting pressed close next to his side instead of across the booth from him. It’s nice; the warmth of the other man’s body seeping into his, Sam finds himself leaning closer, wanting more.
Gabriel doesn’t disappoint him. He slips an arm under the table to slide it into the space between Sam’s arm and the side of Sam’s body. They end up tangled together in something like a secret embrace. It feels so good, like Sam’s supposed to be here right now, like he fits with Gabriel in a way he hasn’t ever felt like he fit before with anyone else he’s been with.
It’s easy, which is kind of shocking because Gabriel’s not really an easy guy. He’s raised complicated to something of an art form but when Sam finally decided to take a risk on the other teaching assistant he’d been pleasantly surprised by the way Gabriel brightened and lightened and welcomed him in close.
Like he wanted Sam there, like he had been saving a space for Sam for a long time and was relieved that he finally showed up to take it.
“You’re kind of glowing,” Gabriel comments after he inhales his food. “It’s sort of sexy.”
Sam flushes ten shades of pink. “We’re in a diner at Disneyworld, Gabriel,” Sam hisses. “There are kids everywhere! You can’t just go throwing around words like sexy. Someone might hear you.”
“Sam,” Gabriel snorts. “Have you looked at yourself recently? I’m fairly certain everyone here knows you’re sexy. It’s a little hard to miss. You’re like ten feet tall.”
Okay, so Gabriel might have a point. Some of the mothers they’ve seen walking around the park have walked into walls and tripped over their kids trying to get another look at Sam.
Gabriel’s watched it all with a tremendous amount of glee.
“Where are we going next?” Sam asks, hoping to turn the conversation to something more socially acceptable. Does he want Gabriel? Hell, yeah. Is kissing Gabriel almost all he’s thought of since he met the man two months ago? Hell, yeah. But that does not mean that he’s going to ravage the guy in the middle of the happiest place on earth.
“Tower of Terror,” Gabriel announces as he sucks down the last of his milkshake. “I want to see what kind of noises you make when the floor falls out from under you. A friend of mine swears it’s the same noise you’ll make during sex.”
Sam busts out laughing. “If you puke in my lap you’re walking home.”
Gabriel never un-wraps their arms on the walk over to the ride.