sunday_reveries: Typical
Prompt
Shattering the Loneliness
"The only abnormality is the incapacity to love." - Anais Nin
Sam thinks it's a lot like being in high school. Or as much as high school as he was in, before he went to Xavier's. Maybe it's more that Sam thinks it's what high school should have been like, if he'd gone to a regular high school with regular students and regular problems. He'd have found himself a pretty girl to make out with under the bleachers, maybe get excited at the thought of touching her bare stomach under her clothes, and then rush home with flushed cheeks hoping his brothers and sisters hadn't noticed, even tough they had and they'd tease him and he'd break it off the next day, embarrassed and sad.
It's not that Sam regrets the life he's had, it's just that kissing Lorna reminds him of a world he was never part of. That's pretty funny, when he thinks about it, considering the fact that he's kissing a girl with green hair who can make metal crumble. It's doubly funny since the whole reason they met was because they're fighting for mutant rights. Nothing about their lives is regular, but it's absolutely normal to the both of them.
Maybe that's why the kissing is so good.
The first kiss was shy and awkward, at the party in Georgia wearing silly hippie clothes and fighting with himself over whether he'd try it. She's married, she's Bobby's ex, she's Magneto's daughter.
But she's got a real great smile and an even greater laugh, and a way of talking that draws him in, and Sam doesn't think a lot of people really see those any more. Plus she believes in him in a way that's different than the Professor or Scott or his team. She reminds him of Tabby, or Lila, or Jay. Or all of them.
So he kissed her outside the party and apologized for a day before he found himself kissing her again after their coffee date. Less shyness, less awkwardness, and a lot more heat.
Just that one kiss, though, a kiss goodnight and a promise kiss. He went home with flushed cheeks and got a weird text from Bobby Drake and a clap on the back from Bobby daCosta. Sam's never been real good at hiding things like that.
They picnic with Katie and hold hands like any couple might, and he shows her how to climb a proper tree while Lorna watches. When they drop her off at Graymalkin they go for their own walk, and Lorna leans into him as they head towards the Bay.
"We didn't see any ants."
Sam smiles. "Maybe next time."
Lorna turns and looks up at him, smiling her smile. "Maybe."
They find a spot away from the other people on the beach and lay down a blanket. Sam pulls her close because it's nice to have someone he can be close with. He didn't know how much he missed this kind of physical contact until he had it again. The wind blows her hair into her face and he pushes it back, and then they start kissing again.
They don't stop for a long while.
Sam's cheeks are flushed again, and Lorna presses a cool hand to one. "You're adorable."
"Isn't that my line?"
She laughs and shifts her weight, sliding her leg between his. "I don't know. Do we have to have lines?"
"No," Sam replies. "We don't have to have anything you don't want."
"What do you want, Sam?"
He shrugs. "Just you. And world peace."
Another laugh. "I'll help with both if I can."
They start kissing again, and this time Lorna rolls Sam onto his back and straddles him, and more importantly he lets her. He wants her, but he doesn't want to be the kind of man who would sleep with a married woman. He knows it's a silly line, but it's his, and if he crosses it he doesn't think he deserves that married woman any more. "Lorna..."
She hooks her legs around his thighs and her arms under his, and presses her face to his neck. "I know, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I told you -"
"Just hold me?"
"Of course." He puts his arms around her and holds her close to him and they lie that way for a long time, until the sun starts creeping down towards the water. He thinks she's asleep, until he feels a warmth on his neck.
She's crying.
"Hey." He tries to pull away to look at her, but she's clung fast to him. Instead he just does as she asks and keeps holding on.
Maybe it's not like high school after all, he thinks, because he doesn't want to let go for a real long time.
Shattering the Loneliness
"The only abnormality is the incapacity to love." - Anais Nin
Sam thinks it's a lot like being in high school. Or as much as high school as he was in, before he went to Xavier's. Maybe it's more that Sam thinks it's what high school should have been like, if he'd gone to a regular high school with regular students and regular problems. He'd have found himself a pretty girl to make out with under the bleachers, maybe get excited at the thought of touching her bare stomach under her clothes, and then rush home with flushed cheeks hoping his brothers and sisters hadn't noticed, even tough they had and they'd tease him and he'd break it off the next day, embarrassed and sad.
It's not that Sam regrets the life he's had, it's just that kissing Lorna reminds him of a world he was never part of. That's pretty funny, when he thinks about it, considering the fact that he's kissing a girl with green hair who can make metal crumble. It's doubly funny since the whole reason they met was because they're fighting for mutant rights. Nothing about their lives is regular, but it's absolutely normal to the both of them.
Maybe that's why the kissing is so good.
The first kiss was shy and awkward, at the party in Georgia wearing silly hippie clothes and fighting with himself over whether he'd try it. She's married, she's Bobby's ex, she's Magneto's daughter.
But she's got a real great smile and an even greater laugh, and a way of talking that draws him in, and Sam doesn't think a lot of people really see those any more. Plus she believes in him in a way that's different than the Professor or Scott or his team. She reminds him of Tabby, or Lila, or Jay. Or all of them.
So he kissed her outside the party and apologized for a day before he found himself kissing her again after their coffee date. Less shyness, less awkwardness, and a lot more heat.
Just that one kiss, though, a kiss goodnight and a promise kiss. He went home with flushed cheeks and got a weird text from Bobby Drake and a clap on the back from Bobby daCosta. Sam's never been real good at hiding things like that.
They picnic with Katie and hold hands like any couple might, and he shows her how to climb a proper tree while Lorna watches. When they drop her off at Graymalkin they go for their own walk, and Lorna leans into him as they head towards the Bay.
"We didn't see any ants."
Sam smiles. "Maybe next time."
Lorna turns and looks up at him, smiling her smile. "Maybe."
They find a spot away from the other people on the beach and lay down a blanket. Sam pulls her close because it's nice to have someone he can be close with. He didn't know how much he missed this kind of physical contact until he had it again. The wind blows her hair into her face and he pushes it back, and then they start kissing again.
They don't stop for a long while.
Sam's cheeks are flushed again, and Lorna presses a cool hand to one. "You're adorable."
"Isn't that my line?"
She laughs and shifts her weight, sliding her leg between his. "I don't know. Do we have to have lines?"
"No," Sam replies. "We don't have to have anything you don't want."
"What do you want, Sam?"
He shrugs. "Just you. And world peace."
Another laugh. "I'll help with both if I can."
They start kissing again, and this time Lorna rolls Sam onto his back and straddles him, and more importantly he lets her. He wants her, but he doesn't want to be the kind of man who would sleep with a married woman. He knows it's a silly line, but it's his, and if he crosses it he doesn't think he deserves that married woman any more. "Lorna..."
She hooks her legs around his thighs and her arms under his, and presses her face to his neck. "I know, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I told you -"
"Just hold me?"
"Of course." He puts his arms around her and holds her close to him and they lie that way for a long time, until the sun starts creeping down towards the water. He thinks she's asleep, until he feels a warmth on his neck.
She's crying.
"Hey." He tries to pull away to look at her, but she's clung fast to him. Instead he just does as she asks and keeps holding on.
Maybe it's not like high school after all, he thinks, because he doesn't want to let go for a real long time.