Title: Metallic Tang
Author/Artist: Hanyo
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Lenore
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Summary: She tastes like blood
Warnings: No direct spoliers, unless you count Lenore; talk of blood; death of an OFC. Not much.
Notes: Written for the Hugs, Cuddles and Kisses challenge over at LiveJournal. Prompts: Sam/Lenore, taste.
Thanks in advance for reading!
She tastes like blood: tangy, salty, gooey, animal blood. But he should've expected that, right? She is a vampire, after all, so it's only natural that she tastes like the very thing that keeps her alive, right? But it's all she can taste like, and it breaks Sam's heart a little to know that. He can taste like all sorts of shit: food, beer, in some cases holy water (which tastes exactly like normal water), and even nothing sometimes, just spit (which, actually, tastes a bit like holy water, honestly).
He doesn't know whether she would want to be a human again (she's never told him), but he wishes she could be. Just for a little while, just so she and her open-mouthed kisses could taste like something other than cow's blood. Yes, it's wishful thinking. Sam knows this, but he doesn't care. Even as he's looking through the dead witchling's spell book, reading through the Romance chapter; he doesn't care.
