Twilight x True Blood "Traveler" Leah/Sam, rated R
Fandoms: Twilight x True Blood
Title: Traveler
Author: Paynesgrey
Section Title: Simplicity
Characters/Pairing: Sam Merlotte x Leah Clearwater
Word Count: 860
Rating: R (changed from PG-13)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Warning: sexual situations
Notes: Continuation from Traveler Part Three. Written for the "Black and White" prompt at 7_crossovers. The table is here.
Other URLS: FFnet | AO3
Summary: Two lonely shifters meet each other.
Traveler
Part Four: Simplicity
XI.
It’s been awhile since sex has been this simple. Leah has enjoyed the physicality of it before, with her ex the other Sam, and even with Jacob, but back then it could never be considered as simple as this. There’s a lot of work involved, like shutting off her thoughts and guarding her heart.
Most of the time, she’s not always successful.
She knows that whatever is happening between Sam and her now is by no means black and white; however, she loves how natural it is - how normal he makes her feel, and she feels like a fool because she’s falling for someone she’s only just met.
She still has to guard her heart; she knows this as he quickly leads her to his trailer. His kisses are frenetic, wanting and urgent, but his touch doesn’t bruise, and he’s careful with her, dancing and moving her body until it finds the soft edge of his single bed.
He leaves her mouth for a moment, releasing a soft sigh as his hand curves under her jaw. She feels the weight of his gaze, and she’s almost too scared to look into his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I know this is too soon. Leah, I --” He fumbles over his words. He doesn’t want to stop any more than she does, but like any rare gentleman, he’s just being polite.
“Shh.” She puts her finger over his lips, and leans in for another long kiss. She tastes his eager tongue, and he smells like lazy sunny afternoons and wild forests. He wraps his arms around her as she arches against him. They shift on the bed, and she can feel his supernatural heat blanketing around her as he slides his body over hers.
By God she wants him, this beautiful man who’s welcomed her into his lonely life. She wonders if he’s a dream. Maybe she’s dying somewhere, hallucinating far out in the desert and starving, with only the sweet release of her most treasured dream becoming the reality before her passing.
He presses his hand below, opening her legs and searching out the wet heat until he pushes a finger inside her. She moans against his kiss, drawing more of his mouth into her and bucking her hips against his hand.
Damn, he feels good, and she knows he can be so much better. They both can, like this, or like something else when they transform. The thought exhilarates her, and she misses his warmth when he pulls his hand away. But not for long, for he searches her out, and he teases the tip of his cock at her clit, and she begins rolling her hips, pleading with him to fill her when she cannot wait any longer.
She releases a strained sigh as his head dips downward, taking a nipple in his mouth. He’s voracious, leaving a trail from her tongue down the dip of her breast from one pebbled bud to the other. He tugs lightly with his teeth, and she gasps, surprised and euphoric. He teases the nipple, and her head falls into a fog, feeling him move his hips and finally push inside her.
He tilts his head, catching her mouth when she moans. He’s already pistoning fiercely within her, pushing and pulling in long measured motions. Her muscles are tensing, desperately drawing him close and letting him fill her as they rise together in a crescendo of burgeoning fire.
Too much, it feels like too much of him too fast, and Leah gladly loses herself to Sam as his hips grind faster, and she feels so high her body shudders, tensing at that pinnacle moment of release.
He can have her, all of her, body and soul. No one has ever wanted her before, and as this man, technically a stranger, accepts her and desires her so readily, she’ll risk everything and run to him like the wind.
If he can love her like this, every night, every hour, and make her feel like she’s needed instead of a stain on life, then that’s reason enough for her to stay in Bon Temps and never go back home. She almost feels crazy for such risky thoughts, but she can’t help it. If this were Sam Merlotte’s plea for her to stay, she’d be stupid to refuse.
His heavy breath tickles her shoulder, and she feels him push hard in one anxious spurt as he shudders his release, emptying inside her. Exhausted, he nuzzles his face in the groove of her shoulder. She kisses him, drawing him in her arms as he catches his breath. Regaining strength, Sam rolls over, pulling her with him and bringing her over his chest. They snuggle together in his cozy little bed, and she feels his soft, content breathing whisper against her hair as she too starts to feel sleepy.
Feeling the heaviness against her eyes, Leah feels her fears and anxiety begin to fade away, and she realizes that she’s happier than she’s ever been in a long time, and tonight, while being held within Sam Merlotte’s arms, she knows she’ll finally get a good night’s sleep.
Title: Traveler
Author: Paynesgrey
Section Title: Simplicity
Characters/Pairing: Sam Merlotte x Leah Clearwater
Word Count: 860
Rating: R (changed from PG-13)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Warning: sexual situations
Notes: Continuation from Traveler Part Three. Written for the "Black and White" prompt at 7_crossovers. The table is here.
Other URLS: FFnet | AO3
Summary: Two lonely shifters meet each other.
Traveler
Part Four: Simplicity
XI.
It’s been awhile since sex has been this simple. Leah has enjoyed the physicality of it before, with her ex the other Sam, and even with Jacob, but back then it could never be considered as simple as this. There’s a lot of work involved, like shutting off her thoughts and guarding her heart.
Most of the time, she’s not always successful.
She knows that whatever is happening between Sam and her now is by no means black and white; however, she loves how natural it is - how normal he makes her feel, and she feels like a fool because she’s falling for someone she’s only just met.
She still has to guard her heart; she knows this as he quickly leads her to his trailer. His kisses are frenetic, wanting and urgent, but his touch doesn’t bruise, and he’s careful with her, dancing and moving her body until it finds the soft edge of his single bed.
He leaves her mouth for a moment, releasing a soft sigh as his hand curves under her jaw. She feels the weight of his gaze, and she’s almost too scared to look into his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I know this is too soon. Leah, I --” He fumbles over his words. He doesn’t want to stop any more than she does, but like any rare gentleman, he’s just being polite.
“Shh.” She puts her finger over his lips, and leans in for another long kiss. She tastes his eager tongue, and he smells like lazy sunny afternoons and wild forests. He wraps his arms around her as she arches against him. They shift on the bed, and she can feel his supernatural heat blanketing around her as he slides his body over hers.
By God she wants him, this beautiful man who’s welcomed her into his lonely life. She wonders if he’s a dream. Maybe she’s dying somewhere, hallucinating far out in the desert and starving, with only the sweet release of her most treasured dream becoming the reality before her passing.
He presses his hand below, opening her legs and searching out the wet heat until he pushes a finger inside her. She moans against his kiss, drawing more of his mouth into her and bucking her hips against his hand.
Damn, he feels good, and she knows he can be so much better. They both can, like this, or like something else when they transform. The thought exhilarates her, and she misses his warmth when he pulls his hand away. But not for long, for he searches her out, and he teases the tip of his cock at her clit, and she begins rolling her hips, pleading with him to fill her when she cannot wait any longer.
She releases a strained sigh as his head dips downward, taking a nipple in his mouth. He’s voracious, leaving a trail from her tongue down the dip of her breast from one pebbled bud to the other. He tugs lightly with his teeth, and she gasps, surprised and euphoric. He teases the nipple, and her head falls into a fog, feeling him move his hips and finally push inside her.
He tilts his head, catching her mouth when she moans. He’s already pistoning fiercely within her, pushing and pulling in long measured motions. Her muscles are tensing, desperately drawing him close and letting him fill her as they rise together in a crescendo of burgeoning fire.
Too much, it feels like too much of him too fast, and Leah gladly loses herself to Sam as his hips grind faster, and she feels so high her body shudders, tensing at that pinnacle moment of release.
He can have her, all of her, body and soul. No one has ever wanted her before, and as this man, technically a stranger, accepts her and desires her so readily, she’ll risk everything and run to him like the wind.
If he can love her like this, every night, every hour, and make her feel like she’s needed instead of a stain on life, then that’s reason enough for her to stay in Bon Temps and never go back home. She almost feels crazy for such risky thoughts, but she can’t help it. If this were Sam Merlotte’s plea for her to stay, she’d be stupid to refuse.
His heavy breath tickles her shoulder, and she feels him push hard in one anxious spurt as he shudders his release, emptying inside her. Exhausted, he nuzzles his face in the groove of her shoulder. She kisses him, drawing him in her arms as he catches his breath. Regaining strength, Sam rolls over, pulling her with him and bringing her over his chest. They snuggle together in his cozy little bed, and she feels his soft, content breathing whisper against her hair as she too starts to feel sleepy.
Feeling the heaviness against her eyes, Leah feels her fears and anxiety begin to fade away, and she realizes that she’s happier than she’s ever been in a long time, and tonight, while being held within Sam Merlotte’s arms, she knows she’ll finally get a good night’s sleep.