Sam/Lorelai, NC17 "Lost Words & Lookalikes"
Another Christmas gift, this one grew into an entire fic. It's funny how quite a few people wanted smut ;)
NB: This is entirely unrelated to the world of my previous Gilmore Lorelai/Dean Forester fic. I usually like to make things relate if I can, but…this stands separate.
For embroiderama who thought that Sam/Lorelai might be quite hot. Fingers crossed.
Title: Lost Words & Lookalikes.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Lorelai. Supernatural/Gilmore crossover.
Warnings: Sex, Language.
Summary: Sam is in a small town, and he’s being mistaken for some other guy.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Thanks to wenchpixie and to trinity_clare for being speedy and awesome both. Squish
“Dude, three o’clock.” Dean’s elbow was sharp as it unerringly found its way between Sam’s ribs. Dean grinned as they reached the front of the line. “Two please.”
“Sure. Well aren’t you just…” The woman behind the counter gave them both a once-over. Sam glanced casually over to where Dean had indicated. A dark-haired thirty-something woman was looking at him; a smoking hot woman who smiled and lifted her hand in response to his look. It was a small twirl of her fingers, the kind of comfortable gesture you gave someone you knew. She accompanied it with a wide smile that Sam’s dick seemed to notice straightaway. Sam lifted his hand in response, giving an awkward wave.
“Smooth man, real smooth.” Sam scowled at Dean and took a cup of punch, leading Dean slowly away from the table. “That woman behind the counter was staring at you too. You’re like an older woman magnet around here.” Dean drank half his punch in one go then spluttered some of it back out again. “Fucking hell.”
“It’s strong, huh?”
“It’s about ninety percent alcohol. I’m getting another one.” Dean headed straight back to the line without waiting for a reply from Sam. Sam sipped his own punch slowly, letting the alcohol seep drip by drip into his veins as he looked around him. It may have taken a promise to do Dean’s laundry for the next two months, but Sam was glad they’d stayed. The festival did look a little small town freaky, but like Dean had said, “not freaky in a dangerous way.” Sam watched Dean get to the front of the line. The woman in charge was quite clearly flirting with him and Dean flirted back, on automatic pilot as ever. He started to look uncomfortable, like he wanted to move, and Sam watched in amusement, making a mental note to mock Dean for it later.
His eyes couldn’t help wandering back over to the woman who’d waved at him. Had he met her at some point over the haunting in Westchester? He couldn’t help taking in her legs, resting his eyes on the curves of her waist, her winter coat open like a welcoming door. He trailed his gaze up to the swell of her breasts. Wrap-over dress, had Jess called it? It clung to her curves in all the right places, loosely held with only that tie…. He reached her eyes and realized she was looking right at him, amusedly watching him check her out.
Sam looked away, tried to steady himself with a gulp from his drink, then looked quickly back.
**
Dean was blatantly checking her out. He wasn’t even being subtle about it, like he used to when he and Rory were going out and she’d pretend she didn’t see him trying not to look at her chest. He was just staring. She grinned when he reached her eyes and a jolt ran through her when their gazes locked. She saw his desire staring straight back at her, piercing through her layers like a laser finding what was hidden within. Well within, or so Lorelai had thought. Fuck. Lorelai saw him look away, embarrassed, and take a big nervous gulp of his drink. She resolved to go and speak to him. Better to laugh it off. If they had a chat now, that would take over from the look. The words would help her pretend that the look, and the shared…whatever it was…didn’t happen. Couldn’t happen, for more reasons than Rory. Dean was still a kid, after all.
Even if he didn’t look so much like a kid anymore, hadn’t for a while now, as if a woman was expected not to notice someone changing like that, from a kid into a man, right before her eyes.
“Dean. How’s it going?” Dean looked a bit confused, tossing his hair out of his eyes. Lorelai reminded herself that she was supposed to be the adult here. Even though there was nothing childlike about Dean but…there her brain went again, disobeying her. “It’s been a while…”
Dean nodded and looked toward whoever the guy was he’d been talking to. Worried he was gonna come and catch them talking? “He’s fine. He won’t be long.”
Lorelai laughed. This sounded like a ‘bit’ to her, and ‘bits’ were to be toyed with until they made no sense anymore. “Lorelai’s fine too.” Lorelai took a step closer. Her feet didn’t listen either, apparently. “Maybe Dean should lay off the punch,” Lorelai said jokingly. “I know Lorelai should.” She took a step closer and then froze. There was something different about him. It wasn’t how he looked exactly, he may be slightly more - oh God, look at that chest - ripped, and broader than she remembered, but it had been a while. It was in the furrowing of his brow as he listened to her, the way he scanned the crowd between her sentences as if on patrol, the look in his eye that was somehow older than she remembered. Sadder. Had that much happened to Dean, the divorce…
The realization hit Lorelai hard and she took a step back, took him in properly from head to foot. The layers, the broad shoulders, the different way he held himself, even. There was nothing awkward or unsure about this guy. He stood like a soldier, like someone older than his years. “Oh fuck. Dean?” She was pretty certain now that it wasn’t him, but the similarity was freaky, like a movie Lorelai couldn’t recall right now, not when this Dean was standing so close to her, towering over her, looking so big and young and …wrong.
Lorelai had had her fair share of wrong, but this was one she’d tried hard to avoid.
“Yeah?”
**
Sam watched Lorelai double take; look from him to Dean as Dean approached them. Dean held out a paper cup to Sam and checked out - Lorelai, she’d said, and the sexy roll of the L’s hadn’t escaped Sam’s notice - in a very obvious way. Lorelai seemed to bristle under Dean’s gaze.
“But you’re not Dean.” Lorelai looked levelly at Sam.
“No, I am.” Sam sipped his drink as Lorelai looked confusedly at Dean. “I’m Dean, I see you met my brother Sam already.” Dean drawled met and raised his eyebrows at Sam.
Sam stepped forward. “Can we help you, Lorelai is it, you look…” Hot. Sexy. Fuckable. “You look confused.”
“You.” Lorelai waved her punch cup at Sam. “You really look like…a guy I know. Named Dean.”
Dean snorted into his drink. “There’s a Dean that looks like Sam? Man that’s…” Sam glared at Dean and Dean’s voice trailed off. “Poor guy, that’s all’s I’m saying. Least he has a decent name.”
“Dean!” Sam exasperatedly looked back at Lorelai. “Sorry for the confusion.”
“It’s spooky. Twilight Zone spooky. Or maybe The Outer Limits spooky. Nice to meet you Sam, Dean.” Lorelai’s gaze remained on Sam’s. Sam started to shift uncomfortably. It had been a while since a sexy…woman…had looked at him like that.
Sam could feel Dean’s gaze shift from Lorelai to Sam. “I don’t think there’s anything Outer Limits spooky about this, unless…” Sam gave a minute shake of his head to tell Dean he didn’t think anything shapeshiftery was going on here, to tell Dean he’d find out if there was. Dean took a breath. “Well I’m gonna go check out the band. They might not suck. Nice to meet you, Lorelai.”
Lorelai nodded, still not taking her eyes off Sam. “You really look like him,” she said, sipping on her punch. “Only taller. More worked out.” Lorelai’s gaze dropped down Sam then snapped back to Sam’s eyes. She looked a bit embarrassed. “It is weird. You’re Twins, and not in a Danny/Arnie way. In a classical pianist/common crook way.” Sam looked confusedly at her and Lorelai laughed. “Jackie Chan?”
“Oh. I haven’t seen it,” Sam said lamely. “Dean probably has. My Dean, I mean…”
“Well, Jackie and Jackie are separated at birth. One ends up a classical pianist, and the other a criminal.” Lorelai tossed her hair back and Sam watched an expanse of milky white skin appear beneath it. “So which are you Sam? Are you the criminal?”
“Some would probably think so,” Sam said, wondering how come his voice suddenly sounded more throaty.
Lorelai raised her eyebrows at Sam and there was a beat of silence where Sam wasn’t sure what she was going to say. In the end she laughed and looked away from Sam, breaking the moment. “If I have a doppelganger anywhere she’s probably an evil one. Or a quieter one. Whatever the opposite of me is.” As her smile returned to Sam he met it with his own grin, catching her eye and holding her gaze. He only looked away to trail his view back to her throat, and it wasn’t like Sam to be this obvious.
Two punches later and Sam was seated next to Lorelai on a bench, trying not to notice how her thigh was pressed tight against his. He was laughing with her over…well he wasn’t sure. Something she said. She talked a lot, and quickly. Sam had to focus to keep up. It had been a while since Sam had to focus to keep up with anyone who wasn’t Dean, and Sam knew Dean so well he was pretty predictable most of the time. Lorelai’s mind worked so fast Sam couldn’t follow the twists and turns of its pathways. One minute it was the movie Twins, then it was references to Ancient Greek texts, then it was jokes about last night’s The Beauty and The Geek.
It was exhausting. It was fascinating. This was a woman who was witty, obviously intelligent despite the predilection for bad movies, and Sam couldn’t stop staring at her neck.
**
It was strange talking to Sam, who looked so much like Dean it threw her at times. He laughed differently, threw his head back and chuckled when he found her amusing, which was a lot. He was obviously well educated, in a way Dean wasn’t, really smart. He knew every reference Lorelai mentioned and could tell her more about them too, in the way Rory always could. Lorelai felt herself warming to him. It was always good when people could keep up.
“This place is crazy,” Sam chuckled. Lorelai looked around them, having almost forgotten that the winter carnival was still going on. Miss Patty’s punch had well and truly kicked in by now, and there were several people making out, Taylor arguing with Gypsy over something, the usual drama.
“Crazy? Stars Hollow?”
Sam looked at her. “Yeah. It may look innocent, but underneath, there’s a wild side wanting to get out.” Lorelai held his gaze as he spoke, feeling the twinkle in his eyes and the swell of his lips sending her further down the rabbit hole. “Bacchus himself would approve of half of what was going on out there.”
“Bacchus himself, eh?” Lorelai glanced around. “I don’t think the political conspiracies and crimes being planned here tonight go deep enough to get the carnival prohibited.”
Sam laughed. “I’m sure people talk about it for a while after though.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled. His gaze caught on his Dean, as he’d put it, and Lorelai watched Sam watch his - brother, he’d said he was. Dean seemed to be trying to get someone Lorelai didn’t recognize to kiss him under the mistletoe Miss Patty had strung up. He got a slap for his troubles. Sam turned his gaze back to Lorelai. “I’m pretty sure Dean deserved that, whatever it was for,” Sam said wryly.
“You don’t approve?” Lorelai tried to stop herself from flirting but couldn’t. “You don’t want to kiss pretty girls under the mistletoe?”
“I don’t need the excuse of mistletoe.” Sam said it oddly, like he was trying the words on for size. Lorelai felt Sam’s hand brush her thigh. She swallowed hard.
“Mistletoe has a lot to answer for, Blame it on the Mistletoe, isn’t how the carol goes? Sounds good to me.” She hoped her babbling would distract Sam, but his hand seemed to have settled, palming the edge of his own thigh, his knuckles brushing against her.
“Shakespeare didn’t think so,” Sam said. “Besides, Mistletoe’s a parasite, it sends out roots that penetrate into the tree and take up nutrients.” Sam gave a small laugh. “I’m sorry, Christ, I can hear Dean mocking me for that from here.” He admitted it openly, completely guileless, not really embarrassed at what he knew.
“It is very mockable,” Lorelai said, undercutting her words with a gentle touch of his thigh. Lorelai watched Sam look at her hand. His thigh was firm to her touch. She had to stop herself from squeezing his leg. She went to let go, and Sam covered his hand with hers. Lorelai stared at his big hand, enveloping hers, a hand that looked like he did a lot of work with it, despite how academic he seemed. Rory. Can’t. Lorelai whipped her hand away from Sam’s. “I love it when Rory tells me things like that.”
“Who’s Rory?” Sam didn’t look annoyed that she’d taken her hand away. He put his hand back with his other, on his cup, and didn’t react. It was as if it hadn’t happened. Lorelai nearly laughed out loud. It had been a long time since she’d had to explain Rory away.
“My daughter.” Sam had the grace not to look freaked out at the news that she had a daughter.
“Oh, how old’s she?” Sam went to take a sip of his punch and Lorelai waited until he had a mouthful before she spoke.
“She’s about to graduate from Yale, Sam.” Sam spluttered it out and Lorelai giggled at him.
“Woah. I don’t know what to say.” Sam was looking at her closely, as if trying to read between Lorelai’s lines. “You must have had her real young.”
“Yeah. Had Rory, settled here, it’s been my home ever since.” My life in a nutshell, Lorelai thought. “How about you Sam? You must be at Yale, or somewhere.”
“Stanford,” Sam said shortly. “I took a break. I had to…” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I had to take a break. Been on the road with Dean ever since. He’s been looking out for me.” Lorelai nodded, sensed that there was more that Sam wasn’t telling. “Bet you think I’m a real dropout now.”
“Dude, I had a kid at sixteen, you got nothin’ on me.” Sam threw his head back and Lorelai couldn’t help studying the mole on his neck. “You and Dean just passing through then?”
“Yeah. Had to beg him to come to this.” Sam swallowed the last drop of his punch and turned to push it into the trash. “Town festivals like this aren’t his kinda thing.”
“But they’re yours?” Lorelai handed him her cup. She waited while he played with it, ran his finger around the rim before he threw it away.
“Yeah. The feeling of community here…” Sam hesitated. “I like that. We don’t get much of that, me and Dean.”
Lorelai nodded. She got the feeling Sam had never had much in the way of settled, from the snippets he gave away, let slip from beneath the guarded exterior he held. She got that, that need to find somewhere to belong. “Where are you staying?” Lorelai said, standing up and brushing down her skirt. Sam remained sitting and Lorelai smiled down at him. “I run an Inn, that’s all, could do you a good deal.”
**
Dean was making faces at Sam all the time Lorelai explained to the night staff that they were friends of hers, and when Lorelai batted away Sam’s attempts to pay, Sam saw Dean fighting to keep control.
“We’re only three quarters full. You can have a room each, on me.” Lorelai held out a key in each hand. Dean snatched the one nearest him.
“Thanks Lorelai. Sam, I’ll leave you to, uh, thank Lorelai properly for us.” Dean moved behind Lorelai’s back and made an obscene gesture that made Sam flush. He mouthed something that Sam couldn’t catch, and then Fuck her Sam, before disappearing off up the stairs.
“There you go then, Sam.” Lorelai held out the key and Sam hesitated before taking it. There was a moment when everything stood still, when Sam felt it could go one way or another. He could take the key and go, or he could do something about it. “It’s the second floor,” Lorelai said, carrying on holding out the key. Sam couldn’t catch her gaze ‘cause it was flitting around the room, landing on anything that wasn’t him.
“Show me where it is?” Sam said abruptly, putting an undertone into his words, staring at her face until her eyes came back to his. She gave a small nod and there was silence for the first time that night. She didn’t speak until they were outside Sam’s door, didn’t say anything as Sam opened the door and walked in. She hesitated on the threshold, opened her mouth to say something, and Sam stepped forward and took her face in his hands.
Lorelai closed the gap between them, met his lips with her own, lips soft and gentle that parted under Sam’s. Her tongue moved slowly into his mouth. Sam kissed her more feverishly, balling his hands into her hair, holding her head because he was afraid she’d run away, but not so tight she couldn’t move if she wanted. She moaned into his mouth, pushed her body close against his and Sam took a step back.
Lorelai followed him into the room and Sam kicked the door shut behind them. The sound seemed to make her react and she pulled away. Sam looked into her eyes. He went to ask her if this was what she wanted, if she wanted to go, but Lorelai stopped him with a kiss on his neck, right on the mole Sam knew was there. She licked his neck, then kissed down his throat as her hands moved inexorably under his shirt. Sam let Lorelai take control, let her pull off his layers and slip her own coat off her shoulders. She pushed him toward the bed and it was only when the back of his knees hit it that Sam took over.
Sam sat back, reaching one hand up to undo Lorelai’s dress. It fell open and Sam’s hands fell away as he looked at her, drinking in the expanse of her skin. He ran his hands up over her body, saw how easily his hand covered her hip, then pushed her panties down with his fingers. He tugged her underwear down until it was gone and looked back up at Lorelai. She smiled and Sam touched her slowly, ran his thumb over her, ghosting around her juices until he found her full ready clit, then he toyed with her. Sam watched her face contort; watched all the words in her head flee away. He could see her give herself to the sensation of it and Sam pushed a finger inside her. He moved his other hand up to cup a breast, kneading it through the bra, finding the nipple sharp under his fingers. He rolled it between his fingers through the material. Lorelai moaned and bucked her body into his touch. She writhed where she was, standing in front of him, her legs hot surrounding his, her body banging into his fingers. Sam reached forward, licked her slowly and she came immediately, flooding her warmth into his mouth.
Sam leaned back on his elbows and grinned up at her. Lorelai narrowed her eyes and pushed him with one hand. Sam crawled up the bed, Lorelai following him, straddling his body with hers and working on the buttons of his jeans.
**
The flush of the orgasm was still dying away but it wasn’t enough, couldn’t be enough, not until she’d seen all of him and had him inside her. Those fingers were…God, so good…but she had to have the length of him. She freed him from his jeans and boxers, tugging them so they were down his legs and settled her ass on his legs in front of his dick. She cupped his balls in her hands and Sam moaned as she rolled her hands slowly around them, then up the length of him until they met the slick tip. She rubbed her thumb all around the tip of him, slowly, tantalisingly. She gave light strokes, feeling his dick bob under her touch. She kissed the narrowing V of his stomach as she did so, and started to work her way up.
Sam’s arm came up, trapped her and pressed her against his body. Lorelai kept her hand on his hard dick, hand and dick trapped beneath their bodies. He flipped them over with ease and soon he was on top of her, that glorious body laid out in front of her. Sam reached down and kissed the hollow of her throat, leaving a small trail of fire until he reached her mouth.
“Been wanting to do that all night,” Sam said. The words seemed strange given the silence they’d been working in and Lorelai laughed.
“Even I know when it’s time to keep quiet, Sam,” Lorelai said, and she gave his dick a firm stroke. Sam’s eyes rolled in his head and he pushed into her hand and moaned.
“Better quit that or I’ll never…” Sam managed. Lorelai let him move her hand away and watched him reach and fumble in the pocket of his jeans. He met her eyes and grinned, the rip of the condom packet sounding loud in the room. Lorelai stared at his dick as he rolled it on, as his big hands deftly readied himself, and then he was lining himself up, his dick pressing against her lower belly. Sam looked up and caught her gaze, mutely asking permission. Lorelai wriggled her body so her throbbing clit was against him, and nodded. Sam smiled and slid slickly into her.He paused to let her body accommodate his length, waiting so long Lorelai had to move and wriggle, anything to create the friction she so desperately needed, and then he moved inside her. Lorelai clenched around his dick as he did, held him inside her as long as she could, milking him as he rode her. .She grabbed his ass, dug her heels into the bed and thrust her body up against his, trying to push him as deeply into her as she could, trying to take all of him.
Sam cried out as he came, guttural sounds that resounded in the quiet of the room. He rolled off her and they both lay panting but otherwise silent on the bed.
Lorelai broke the silence. Obviously.
“That punch has a lot to answer for.”
Sam chuckled, kissed the arm that was next to him and Lorelai looked at him. He looked especially young, lying fucked out next to her with the slick sheen of sweat covering him. She sat up. Perhaps she shouldn’t have done this.
“Who is your Dean?” Sam asked and when Lorelai looked back there was that gaze again, piercing through her, trying to see beneath everything she kept hidden.
“He’s,” Lorelai swallowed. May as well tell him. “He was my daughter’s boyfriend. They broke up a while back. He must be your age.” Lorelai laughed. “I guess that makes me Mrs Robinson.”
Sam put his hand on her back and sat up next to her. “Lorelai,” Sam rubbed her back softly. “It’s okay, you know? I’m not him. You haven’t betrayed your daughter or anything. If that’s what you’re thinking.” He sounded much older than his years, voice soft and gentle and soothing. The tone of his voice could allay any fear, Lorelai thought, even if there were a thousand gunmen staring them down, and Rory was right there to see what she’d done, that tone would make her feel better.
“I guess I was thinking something like that,” Lorelai allowed, not wanting to admit it, not to him or to herself, really. “I didn’t do this because you look like him though,” Lorelai touched his knee. “I mean, he’s hot too, but it’s more how we talked, how you played along with my whole the punch cup is talking bit…”
Sam took her hand in his. “I’m glad to hear it Lorelai but really, it’s okay. This was only gonna be a passing thing. Might as well not feel bad about it.” He laughed. “Jeez, Dean is rubbing off on me. My Dean, I mean. I sound like him.”
“Sounds like he can be very wise,” Lorelai smiled, and Sam’s words were lost in her mouth as she kissed him.
**
The movies referenced are “Twins” starring Danny Devito and Arnie of course, “The Twin Dragons” and “The Graduate.”
**
Feedback is love.
NB: This is entirely unrelated to the world of my previous Gilmore Lorelai/Dean Forester fic. I usually like to make things relate if I can, but…this stands separate.
For embroiderama who thought that Sam/Lorelai might be quite hot. Fingers crossed.
Title: Lost Words & Lookalikes.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Lorelai. Supernatural/Gilmore crossover.
Warnings: Sex, Language.
Summary: Sam is in a small town, and he’s being mistaken for some other guy.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Thanks to wenchpixie and to trinity_clare for being speedy and awesome both. Squish
“Dude, three o’clock.” Dean’s elbow was sharp as it unerringly found its way between Sam’s ribs. Dean grinned as they reached the front of the line. “Two please.”
“Sure. Well aren’t you just…” The woman behind the counter gave them both a once-over. Sam glanced casually over to where Dean had indicated. A dark-haired thirty-something woman was looking at him; a smoking hot woman who smiled and lifted her hand in response to his look. It was a small twirl of her fingers, the kind of comfortable gesture you gave someone you knew. She accompanied it with a wide smile that Sam’s dick seemed to notice straightaway. Sam lifted his hand in response, giving an awkward wave.
“Smooth man, real smooth.” Sam scowled at Dean and took a cup of punch, leading Dean slowly away from the table. “That woman behind the counter was staring at you too. You’re like an older woman magnet around here.” Dean drank half his punch in one go then spluttered some of it back out again. “Fucking hell.”
“It’s strong, huh?”
“It’s about ninety percent alcohol. I’m getting another one.” Dean headed straight back to the line without waiting for a reply from Sam. Sam sipped his own punch slowly, letting the alcohol seep drip by drip into his veins as he looked around him. It may have taken a promise to do Dean’s laundry for the next two months, but Sam was glad they’d stayed. The festival did look a little small town freaky, but like Dean had said, “not freaky in a dangerous way.” Sam watched Dean get to the front of the line. The woman in charge was quite clearly flirting with him and Dean flirted back, on automatic pilot as ever. He started to look uncomfortable, like he wanted to move, and Sam watched in amusement, making a mental note to mock Dean for it later.
His eyes couldn’t help wandering back over to the woman who’d waved at him. Had he met her at some point over the haunting in Westchester? He couldn’t help taking in her legs, resting his eyes on the curves of her waist, her winter coat open like a welcoming door. He trailed his gaze up to the swell of her breasts. Wrap-over dress, had Jess called it? It clung to her curves in all the right places, loosely held with only that tie…. He reached her eyes and realized she was looking right at him, amusedly watching him check her out.
Sam looked away, tried to steady himself with a gulp from his drink, then looked quickly back.
**
Dean was blatantly checking her out. He wasn’t even being subtle about it, like he used to when he and Rory were going out and she’d pretend she didn’t see him trying not to look at her chest. He was just staring. She grinned when he reached her eyes and a jolt ran through her when their gazes locked. She saw his desire staring straight back at her, piercing through her layers like a laser finding what was hidden within. Well within, or so Lorelai had thought. Fuck. Lorelai saw him look away, embarrassed, and take a big nervous gulp of his drink. She resolved to go and speak to him. Better to laugh it off. If they had a chat now, that would take over from the look. The words would help her pretend that the look, and the shared…whatever it was…didn’t happen. Couldn’t happen, for more reasons than Rory. Dean was still a kid, after all.
Even if he didn’t look so much like a kid anymore, hadn’t for a while now, as if a woman was expected not to notice someone changing like that, from a kid into a man, right before her eyes.
“Dean. How’s it going?” Dean looked a bit confused, tossing his hair out of his eyes. Lorelai reminded herself that she was supposed to be the adult here. Even though there was nothing childlike about Dean but…there her brain went again, disobeying her. “It’s been a while…”
Dean nodded and looked toward whoever the guy was he’d been talking to. Worried he was gonna come and catch them talking? “He’s fine. He won’t be long.”
Lorelai laughed. This sounded like a ‘bit’ to her, and ‘bits’ were to be toyed with until they made no sense anymore. “Lorelai’s fine too.” Lorelai took a step closer. Her feet didn’t listen either, apparently. “Maybe Dean should lay off the punch,” Lorelai said jokingly. “I know Lorelai should.” She took a step closer and then froze. There was something different about him. It wasn’t how he looked exactly, he may be slightly more - oh God, look at that chest - ripped, and broader than she remembered, but it had been a while. It was in the furrowing of his brow as he listened to her, the way he scanned the crowd between her sentences as if on patrol, the look in his eye that was somehow older than she remembered. Sadder. Had that much happened to Dean, the divorce…
The realization hit Lorelai hard and she took a step back, took him in properly from head to foot. The layers, the broad shoulders, the different way he held himself, even. There was nothing awkward or unsure about this guy. He stood like a soldier, like someone older than his years. “Oh fuck. Dean?” She was pretty certain now that it wasn’t him, but the similarity was freaky, like a movie Lorelai couldn’t recall right now, not when this Dean was standing so close to her, towering over her, looking so big and young and …wrong.
Lorelai had had her fair share of wrong, but this was one she’d tried hard to avoid.
“Yeah?”
**
Sam watched Lorelai double take; look from him to Dean as Dean approached them. Dean held out a paper cup to Sam and checked out - Lorelai, she’d said, and the sexy roll of the L’s hadn’t escaped Sam’s notice - in a very obvious way. Lorelai seemed to bristle under Dean’s gaze.
“But you’re not Dean.” Lorelai looked levelly at Sam.
“No, I am.” Sam sipped his drink as Lorelai looked confusedly at Dean. “I’m Dean, I see you met my brother Sam already.” Dean drawled met and raised his eyebrows at Sam.
Sam stepped forward. “Can we help you, Lorelai is it, you look…” Hot. Sexy. Fuckable. “You look confused.”
“You.” Lorelai waved her punch cup at Sam. “You really look like…a guy I know. Named Dean.”
Dean snorted into his drink. “There’s a Dean that looks like Sam? Man that’s…” Sam glared at Dean and Dean’s voice trailed off. “Poor guy, that’s all’s I’m saying. Least he has a decent name.”
“Dean!” Sam exasperatedly looked back at Lorelai. “Sorry for the confusion.”
“It’s spooky. Twilight Zone spooky. Or maybe The Outer Limits spooky. Nice to meet you Sam, Dean.” Lorelai’s gaze remained on Sam’s. Sam started to shift uncomfortably. It had been a while since a sexy…woman…had looked at him like that.
Sam could feel Dean’s gaze shift from Lorelai to Sam. “I don’t think there’s anything Outer Limits spooky about this, unless…” Sam gave a minute shake of his head to tell Dean he didn’t think anything shapeshiftery was going on here, to tell Dean he’d find out if there was. Dean took a breath. “Well I’m gonna go check out the band. They might not suck. Nice to meet you, Lorelai.”
Lorelai nodded, still not taking her eyes off Sam. “You really look like him,” she said, sipping on her punch. “Only taller. More worked out.” Lorelai’s gaze dropped down Sam then snapped back to Sam’s eyes. She looked a bit embarrassed. “It is weird. You’re Twins, and not in a Danny/Arnie way. In a classical pianist/common crook way.” Sam looked confusedly at her and Lorelai laughed. “Jackie Chan?”
“Oh. I haven’t seen it,” Sam said lamely. “Dean probably has. My Dean, I mean…”
“Well, Jackie and Jackie are separated at birth. One ends up a classical pianist, and the other a criminal.” Lorelai tossed her hair back and Sam watched an expanse of milky white skin appear beneath it. “So which are you Sam? Are you the criminal?”
“Some would probably think so,” Sam said, wondering how come his voice suddenly sounded more throaty.
Lorelai raised her eyebrows at Sam and there was a beat of silence where Sam wasn’t sure what she was going to say. In the end she laughed and looked away from Sam, breaking the moment. “If I have a doppelganger anywhere she’s probably an evil one. Or a quieter one. Whatever the opposite of me is.” As her smile returned to Sam he met it with his own grin, catching her eye and holding her gaze. He only looked away to trail his view back to her throat, and it wasn’t like Sam to be this obvious.
Two punches later and Sam was seated next to Lorelai on a bench, trying not to notice how her thigh was pressed tight against his. He was laughing with her over…well he wasn’t sure. Something she said. She talked a lot, and quickly. Sam had to focus to keep up. It had been a while since Sam had to focus to keep up with anyone who wasn’t Dean, and Sam knew Dean so well he was pretty predictable most of the time. Lorelai’s mind worked so fast Sam couldn’t follow the twists and turns of its pathways. One minute it was the movie Twins, then it was references to Ancient Greek texts, then it was jokes about last night’s The Beauty and The Geek.
It was exhausting. It was fascinating. This was a woman who was witty, obviously intelligent despite the predilection for bad movies, and Sam couldn’t stop staring at her neck.
**
It was strange talking to Sam, who looked so much like Dean it threw her at times. He laughed differently, threw his head back and chuckled when he found her amusing, which was a lot. He was obviously well educated, in a way Dean wasn’t, really smart. He knew every reference Lorelai mentioned and could tell her more about them too, in the way Rory always could. Lorelai felt herself warming to him. It was always good when people could keep up.
“This place is crazy,” Sam chuckled. Lorelai looked around them, having almost forgotten that the winter carnival was still going on. Miss Patty’s punch had well and truly kicked in by now, and there were several people making out, Taylor arguing with Gypsy over something, the usual drama.
“Crazy? Stars Hollow?”
Sam looked at her. “Yeah. It may look innocent, but underneath, there’s a wild side wanting to get out.” Lorelai held his gaze as he spoke, feeling the twinkle in his eyes and the swell of his lips sending her further down the rabbit hole. “Bacchus himself would approve of half of what was going on out there.”
“Bacchus himself, eh?” Lorelai glanced around. “I don’t think the political conspiracies and crimes being planned here tonight go deep enough to get the carnival prohibited.”
Sam laughed. “I’m sure people talk about it for a while after though.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled. His gaze caught on his Dean, as he’d put it, and Lorelai watched Sam watch his - brother, he’d said he was. Dean seemed to be trying to get someone Lorelai didn’t recognize to kiss him under the mistletoe Miss Patty had strung up. He got a slap for his troubles. Sam turned his gaze back to Lorelai. “I’m pretty sure Dean deserved that, whatever it was for,” Sam said wryly.
“You don’t approve?” Lorelai tried to stop herself from flirting but couldn’t. “You don’t want to kiss pretty girls under the mistletoe?”
“I don’t need the excuse of mistletoe.” Sam said it oddly, like he was trying the words on for size. Lorelai felt Sam’s hand brush her thigh. She swallowed hard.
“Mistletoe has a lot to answer for, Blame it on the Mistletoe, isn’t how the carol goes? Sounds good to me.” She hoped her babbling would distract Sam, but his hand seemed to have settled, palming the edge of his own thigh, his knuckles brushing against her.
“Shakespeare didn’t think so,” Sam said. “Besides, Mistletoe’s a parasite, it sends out roots that penetrate into the tree and take up nutrients.” Sam gave a small laugh. “I’m sorry, Christ, I can hear Dean mocking me for that from here.” He admitted it openly, completely guileless, not really embarrassed at what he knew.
“It is very mockable,” Lorelai said, undercutting her words with a gentle touch of his thigh. Lorelai watched Sam look at her hand. His thigh was firm to her touch. She had to stop herself from squeezing his leg. She went to let go, and Sam covered his hand with hers. Lorelai stared at his big hand, enveloping hers, a hand that looked like he did a lot of work with it, despite how academic he seemed. Rory. Can’t. Lorelai whipped her hand away from Sam’s. “I love it when Rory tells me things like that.”
“Who’s Rory?” Sam didn’t look annoyed that she’d taken her hand away. He put his hand back with his other, on his cup, and didn’t react. It was as if it hadn’t happened. Lorelai nearly laughed out loud. It had been a long time since she’d had to explain Rory away.
“My daughter.” Sam had the grace not to look freaked out at the news that she had a daughter.
“Oh, how old’s she?” Sam went to take a sip of his punch and Lorelai waited until he had a mouthful before she spoke.
“She’s about to graduate from Yale, Sam.” Sam spluttered it out and Lorelai giggled at him.
“Woah. I don’t know what to say.” Sam was looking at her closely, as if trying to read between Lorelai’s lines. “You must have had her real young.”
“Yeah. Had Rory, settled here, it’s been my home ever since.” My life in a nutshell, Lorelai thought. “How about you Sam? You must be at Yale, or somewhere.”
“Stanford,” Sam said shortly. “I took a break. I had to…” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I had to take a break. Been on the road with Dean ever since. He’s been looking out for me.” Lorelai nodded, sensed that there was more that Sam wasn’t telling. “Bet you think I’m a real dropout now.”
“Dude, I had a kid at sixteen, you got nothin’ on me.” Sam threw his head back and Lorelai couldn’t help studying the mole on his neck. “You and Dean just passing through then?”
“Yeah. Had to beg him to come to this.” Sam swallowed the last drop of his punch and turned to push it into the trash. “Town festivals like this aren’t his kinda thing.”
“But they’re yours?” Lorelai handed him her cup. She waited while he played with it, ran his finger around the rim before he threw it away.
“Yeah. The feeling of community here…” Sam hesitated. “I like that. We don’t get much of that, me and Dean.”
Lorelai nodded. She got the feeling Sam had never had much in the way of settled, from the snippets he gave away, let slip from beneath the guarded exterior he held. She got that, that need to find somewhere to belong. “Where are you staying?” Lorelai said, standing up and brushing down her skirt. Sam remained sitting and Lorelai smiled down at him. “I run an Inn, that’s all, could do you a good deal.”
**
Dean was making faces at Sam all the time Lorelai explained to the night staff that they were friends of hers, and when Lorelai batted away Sam’s attempts to pay, Sam saw Dean fighting to keep control.
“We’re only three quarters full. You can have a room each, on me.” Lorelai held out a key in each hand. Dean snatched the one nearest him.
“Thanks Lorelai. Sam, I’ll leave you to, uh, thank Lorelai properly for us.” Dean moved behind Lorelai’s back and made an obscene gesture that made Sam flush. He mouthed something that Sam couldn’t catch, and then Fuck her Sam, before disappearing off up the stairs.
“There you go then, Sam.” Lorelai held out the key and Sam hesitated before taking it. There was a moment when everything stood still, when Sam felt it could go one way or another. He could take the key and go, or he could do something about it. “It’s the second floor,” Lorelai said, carrying on holding out the key. Sam couldn’t catch her gaze ‘cause it was flitting around the room, landing on anything that wasn’t him.
“Show me where it is?” Sam said abruptly, putting an undertone into his words, staring at her face until her eyes came back to his. She gave a small nod and there was silence for the first time that night. She didn’t speak until they were outside Sam’s door, didn’t say anything as Sam opened the door and walked in. She hesitated on the threshold, opened her mouth to say something, and Sam stepped forward and took her face in his hands.
Lorelai closed the gap between them, met his lips with her own, lips soft and gentle that parted under Sam’s. Her tongue moved slowly into his mouth. Sam kissed her more feverishly, balling his hands into her hair, holding her head because he was afraid she’d run away, but not so tight she couldn’t move if she wanted. She moaned into his mouth, pushed her body close against his and Sam took a step back.
Lorelai followed him into the room and Sam kicked the door shut behind them. The sound seemed to make her react and she pulled away. Sam looked into her eyes. He went to ask her if this was what she wanted, if she wanted to go, but Lorelai stopped him with a kiss on his neck, right on the mole Sam knew was there. She licked his neck, then kissed down his throat as her hands moved inexorably under his shirt. Sam let Lorelai take control, let her pull off his layers and slip her own coat off her shoulders. She pushed him toward the bed and it was only when the back of his knees hit it that Sam took over.
Sam sat back, reaching one hand up to undo Lorelai’s dress. It fell open and Sam’s hands fell away as he looked at her, drinking in the expanse of her skin. He ran his hands up over her body, saw how easily his hand covered her hip, then pushed her panties down with his fingers. He tugged her underwear down until it was gone and looked back up at Lorelai. She smiled and Sam touched her slowly, ran his thumb over her, ghosting around her juices until he found her full ready clit, then he toyed with her. Sam watched her face contort; watched all the words in her head flee away. He could see her give herself to the sensation of it and Sam pushed a finger inside her. He moved his other hand up to cup a breast, kneading it through the bra, finding the nipple sharp under his fingers. He rolled it between his fingers through the material. Lorelai moaned and bucked her body into his touch. She writhed where she was, standing in front of him, her legs hot surrounding his, her body banging into his fingers. Sam reached forward, licked her slowly and she came immediately, flooding her warmth into his mouth.
Sam leaned back on his elbows and grinned up at her. Lorelai narrowed her eyes and pushed him with one hand. Sam crawled up the bed, Lorelai following him, straddling his body with hers and working on the buttons of his jeans.
**
The flush of the orgasm was still dying away but it wasn’t enough, couldn’t be enough, not until she’d seen all of him and had him inside her. Those fingers were…God, so good…but she had to have the length of him. She freed him from his jeans and boxers, tugging them so they were down his legs and settled her ass on his legs in front of his dick. She cupped his balls in her hands and Sam moaned as she rolled her hands slowly around them, then up the length of him until they met the slick tip. She rubbed her thumb all around the tip of him, slowly, tantalisingly. She gave light strokes, feeling his dick bob under her touch. She kissed the narrowing V of his stomach as she did so, and started to work her way up.
Sam’s arm came up, trapped her and pressed her against his body. Lorelai kept her hand on his hard dick, hand and dick trapped beneath their bodies. He flipped them over with ease and soon he was on top of her, that glorious body laid out in front of her. Sam reached down and kissed the hollow of her throat, leaving a small trail of fire until he reached her mouth.
“Been wanting to do that all night,” Sam said. The words seemed strange given the silence they’d been working in and Lorelai laughed.
“Even I know when it’s time to keep quiet, Sam,” Lorelai said, and she gave his dick a firm stroke. Sam’s eyes rolled in his head and he pushed into her hand and moaned.
“Better quit that or I’ll never…” Sam managed. Lorelai let him move her hand away and watched him reach and fumble in the pocket of his jeans. He met her eyes and grinned, the rip of the condom packet sounding loud in the room. Lorelai stared at his dick as he rolled it on, as his big hands deftly readied himself, and then he was lining himself up, his dick pressing against her lower belly. Sam looked up and caught her gaze, mutely asking permission. Lorelai wriggled her body so her throbbing clit was against him, and nodded. Sam smiled and slid slickly into her.He paused to let her body accommodate his length, waiting so long Lorelai had to move and wriggle, anything to create the friction she so desperately needed, and then he moved inside her. Lorelai clenched around his dick as he did, held him inside her as long as she could, milking him as he rode her. .She grabbed his ass, dug her heels into the bed and thrust her body up against his, trying to push him as deeply into her as she could, trying to take all of him.
Sam cried out as he came, guttural sounds that resounded in the quiet of the room. He rolled off her and they both lay panting but otherwise silent on the bed.
Lorelai broke the silence. Obviously.
“That punch has a lot to answer for.”
Sam chuckled, kissed the arm that was next to him and Lorelai looked at him. He looked especially young, lying fucked out next to her with the slick sheen of sweat covering him. She sat up. Perhaps she shouldn’t have done this.
“Who is your Dean?” Sam asked and when Lorelai looked back there was that gaze again, piercing through her, trying to see beneath everything she kept hidden.
“He’s,” Lorelai swallowed. May as well tell him. “He was my daughter’s boyfriend. They broke up a while back. He must be your age.” Lorelai laughed. “I guess that makes me Mrs Robinson.”
Sam put his hand on her back and sat up next to her. “Lorelai,” Sam rubbed her back softly. “It’s okay, you know? I’m not him. You haven’t betrayed your daughter or anything. If that’s what you’re thinking.” He sounded much older than his years, voice soft and gentle and soothing. The tone of his voice could allay any fear, Lorelai thought, even if there were a thousand gunmen staring them down, and Rory was right there to see what she’d done, that tone would make her feel better.
“I guess I was thinking something like that,” Lorelai allowed, not wanting to admit it, not to him or to herself, really. “I didn’t do this because you look like him though,” Lorelai touched his knee. “I mean, he’s hot too, but it’s more how we talked, how you played along with my whole the punch cup is talking bit…”
Sam took her hand in his. “I’m glad to hear it Lorelai but really, it’s okay. This was only gonna be a passing thing. Might as well not feel bad about it.” He laughed. “Jeez, Dean is rubbing off on me. My Dean, I mean. I sound like him.”
“Sounds like he can be very wise,” Lorelai smiled, and Sam’s words were lost in her mouth as she kissed him.
**
The movies referenced are “Twins” starring Danny Devito and Arnie of course, “The Twin Dragons” and “The Graduate.”
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