Anniversary Fanfiction
Happy Anniversary Meg! This is for m_ravensblood's one year anniversary as a fanfiction author. You are the greatest Skewed Goddess in the Blue Light Pantheon and you never cease to amaze me with your creations.
Title: Obsessed
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied Sam/Jack
Summary: Jack's POV on his feelings for Samantha.
Obsessed? Yes. I am obsessed. I am also consumed, swallowed, tormented, tortured and entangled by thoughts of her. Every breath I draw, is for her and her alone. I live and love without apology. Lesser men say I'm sick, that this is wrong. But how can it be wrong to love? To love a woman so completely. Social morality has no place in matters of the heart. Laws of man are NOTHING in the face of my love for this woman.
In books and movies, people say they would die for each other. SUCH an illustration of love. How easy is it to offer something that seems so far away. I'm willing to and HAVE killed for love. My offering is immediate. It's committed. Fools make hollow promises in their false love. I, have wrought in blood and flesh a greater offering than any woman has ever been offered before.
The clown and the old fool move around her and bask in her glow. But they never actually see her. Beneath the veneer and behind the mask, they've never seen as I have. She smiles falsely for the world, pretend happiness in her artificial life. Sam Waters the Barbie doll, blonde with a plastic smile is all they want to see.
When I look at her, I don't see Sam Waters or Sam Anderson or any Sam at all. All I see is my Samantha. Underneath the pretense she lurks, a predatory cat waiting to pounce. I know who she really is. I alone hold the key to her freedom. Passion and violence sleep within her, awaiting my kiss. One day I will capture her to set her free.
Am I obsessed? Yes I am.
What is it about my Samantha that drives me to the brink of madness? She alone is worthy. Only she can ascend to become a GODDESS. My entire life I was alone, a GOD walking among mortals. Samantha crossed my path and in a single moment I knew that she and only she could be my mate. GODS only mate with other GODS. Occasionally we'll rut with one of the animals of humanity as my Samantha did with Tom. But such is not a union of souls, not as my Samantha and I will have.
One day on a bed of roses I shall make Samantha mine. She will abandon the pretense of fear she feels compelled to show the VCTF. At last she will be her true self and give over completely. Day after day, I have watched her, learned her, and known her in her most private moments. When she cries out my name in her sleep, it is not in fear but desire. She writhes in her bed with unfulfilled need and if her cries bring her roommate, she'll lie about having a nightmare. The moment the roommate goes, my Samantha has very busy fingers. Sometimes after she brings herself off she'll cry and swear never again. Yet the next night her digits will will dance again.
Her struggle against her desires is useless. So great is her longing, I sometimes suspect a single kiss would yield her SURRENDER. Why have I let the dance go on for so long? Why continue to play the game when a single move could bring victory? It is not enough she will SURRENDER, she has to WANT to SURRENDER. Every day, every bloodied offering, every rose, the moment draws closer. Soon my golden GODDESS, soon you will be be ready.
When my Samantha becomes one with me she will enter my world. She will learn to create with me. Together we will show the world our power as we consecrate our love in blood, again and again. She will surrender and in Jack's world she will find peace at last. My Samantha will be mine at last and she will realize her POTENTIAL. One man's POETRY is another man's OBSESSION and she make makes me very POETIC. I will free the poetry within her soul very soon.
Am I obsessed? Yes I am.
I am obsessed. She is OBSESSED as well and soon she will realize it. TOGETHER we will complete our obsession. We'll be together and then we'll be obsessed. PASSION is OBSESSION. LOVE is POSSESSION. CREATION requires EXPRESSION. We have these in excess and together we'll become IMMORTAL. We are obsessed. I am obsessed with her and she is obsessed with me. In our OBSESSION we will at last know COMPLETION.
AM I OBSESSED? YES I AM. I AM OBSESSED.
And so is she.
SHE TOO HAS BECOME OBSESSED.
Title: Obsessed
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied Sam/Jack
Summary: Jack's POV on his feelings for Samantha.
Obsessed? Yes. I am obsessed. I am also consumed, swallowed, tormented, tortured and entangled by thoughts of her. Every breath I draw, is for her and her alone. I live and love without apology. Lesser men say I'm sick, that this is wrong. But how can it be wrong to love? To love a woman so completely. Social morality has no place in matters of the heart. Laws of man are NOTHING in the face of my love for this woman.
In books and movies, people say they would die for each other. SUCH an illustration of love. How easy is it to offer something that seems so far away. I'm willing to and HAVE killed for love. My offering is immediate. It's committed. Fools make hollow promises in their false love. I, have wrought in blood and flesh a greater offering than any woman has ever been offered before.
The clown and the old fool move around her and bask in her glow. But they never actually see her. Beneath the veneer and behind the mask, they've never seen as I have. She smiles falsely for the world, pretend happiness in her artificial life. Sam Waters the Barbie doll, blonde with a plastic smile is all they want to see.
When I look at her, I don't see Sam Waters or Sam Anderson or any Sam at all. All I see is my Samantha. Underneath the pretense she lurks, a predatory cat waiting to pounce. I know who she really is. I alone hold the key to her freedom. Passion and violence sleep within her, awaiting my kiss. One day I will capture her to set her free.
Am I obsessed? Yes I am.
What is it about my Samantha that drives me to the brink of madness? She alone is worthy. Only she can ascend to become a GODDESS. My entire life I was alone, a GOD walking among mortals. Samantha crossed my path and in a single moment I knew that she and only she could be my mate. GODS only mate with other GODS. Occasionally we'll rut with one of the animals of humanity as my Samantha did with Tom. But such is not a union of souls, not as my Samantha and I will have.
One day on a bed of roses I shall make Samantha mine. She will abandon the pretense of fear she feels compelled to show the VCTF. At last she will be her true self and give over completely. Day after day, I have watched her, learned her, and known her in her most private moments. When she cries out my name in her sleep, it is not in fear but desire. She writhes in her bed with unfulfilled need and if her cries bring her roommate, she'll lie about having a nightmare. The moment the roommate goes, my Samantha has very busy fingers. Sometimes after she brings herself off she'll cry and swear never again. Yet the next night her digits will will dance again.
Her struggle against her desires is useless. So great is her longing, I sometimes suspect a single kiss would yield her SURRENDER. Why have I let the dance go on for so long? Why continue to play the game when a single move could bring victory? It is not enough she will SURRENDER, she has to WANT to SURRENDER. Every day, every bloodied offering, every rose, the moment draws closer. Soon my golden GODDESS, soon you will be be ready.
When my Samantha becomes one with me she will enter my world. She will learn to create with me. Together we will show the world our power as we consecrate our love in blood, again and again. She will surrender and in Jack's world she will find peace at last. My Samantha will be mine at last and she will realize her POTENTIAL. One man's POETRY is another man's OBSESSION and she make makes me very POETIC. I will free the poetry within her soul very soon.
Am I obsessed? Yes I am.
I am obsessed. She is OBSESSED as well and soon she will realize it. TOGETHER we will complete our obsession. We'll be together and then we'll be obsessed. PASSION is OBSESSION. LOVE is POSSESSION. CREATION requires EXPRESSION. We have these in excess and together we'll become IMMORTAL. We are obsessed. I am obsessed with her and she is obsessed with me. In our OBSESSION we will at last know COMPLETION.
AM I OBSESSED? YES I AM. I AM OBSESSED.
And so is she.
SHE TOO HAS BECOME OBSESSED.