A/N: I wrote this last year as a Kink Meme fill, only now realising I never posted this anywhere else.

The full prompt was: Samson gets kinda drunk, just enough to get more talkative than usually, and he starts complimenting Calpernia. She obviously doesn't believe him, no one ever praised her, but she secretly likes it. What he tells her is up to A!A. No meaningful squicks, just make it consensual please.

Not a 'tumblr prompt' per se, but I want to include it here because a) it's a oneshot not connected to other things (unless you really want to?), b) the tag is dead, and c) it's a way of telling those two people who are interested in fics I write that this profile isn't dead. I'm going to post more new content eventually once I'm not so busy with work.

Anyway. Enjoy.


In vino veritas


When Samson was one step away from getting drunk but he was still sober enough to speak in full sentences, he always got bolder and surprisingly talkative. Which was an interesting change, Calpernia thought, because he was usually so silent it was difficult to decipher what he was really thinking. After a couple of drinks, he wouldn't stop talking, though the problem was that words coming from his mouth were nothing but nonsense.

"Calpernia, please, Calpernia..." he whispered, his hot breath tickling her skin as he placed urgent kisses on her neck, hands tugging at the fabric of her robe.

It was slightly annoying, listening to his mumbling all the time when he began undressing her, so clumsily she wanted to push him away and do it herself.

"Calpernia, please, let me..." he repeated, his lips moving to her collarbone.

"Yes, Samson, I know, so how about you hurry up," she huffed and rolled her eyes as he once again pulled helplessly at her robe.

It was unnerving, his sudden clumsiness. He was a trained soldier, fighting with so much precision yet now he was completely useless.

She nearly awarded him with a slow clap when he managed to unclasp her clothes at last, exposing her chest. Feeling his lips and hands on her breasts, Calpernia inhaled sharply, registering a familiar sensation coiling in her abdomen.

But he was taking so long..!

"Calpernia..." Samson breathed and part of her wanted to forbid him saying her name ever again, so he would focus on doing instead of talking.

"You are beautiful."

She blinked in confusion, then glared at him, lips pressed and brows drawn together. Now he was telling her that, of course. He was drunk enough to praise every pair of tits he saw.

"So beautiful."

She felt her face blush despite the anger rising up within her, and cursed in Tevene. He was only saying that because she was sleeping with him. But deep down, Calpernia wanted to feel vain. At least once in her life she could feel desired.

Samson moved down, impatiently grabbing her robe and throwing it carelessly on the floor, finally achieving his goal of undressing her completely. He looked quite proud, she had to resist the urge to laugh. Thank the Maker she chose a simple robe for today, it would take him ages to take off her regular clothing.

"So pretty."

Feeling his lips on her hip, she let out a sigh. If she could close her eyes and pretend he really did mean that...

"You have so many freckles... everywhere."

Now that was something she didn't expect to hear tonight. Calpernia propped herself up on her elbows and gave him an annoyed look. She wasn't particularly fond of her appearance, though she knew it shouldn't matter. She didn't want to hear him saying all these foolish things about her. Of course she knew she had freckles everywhere, she was far from an ideal beauty with alabaster skin.

"So many freckles..." he repeated, words vibrating through her flesh.

And scars, she wanted to angrily remind him. Scars on her arms, legs and on her back. Marking her once and forever. Of course she could pretend but what was the point, she couldn't change who she was.

Don't act like it doesn't matter! she nearly spat, refusing to believe that for him it didn't.

For a moment she considered grabbing him by his hair to push his face where she wanted it the most, so he would stop talking. Instead she let him take his time as his mouth trailed up the inside of her thigh.

Feeling he stopped touching her, she let out a rather disappointed gasp. Apparently Samson remembered he was still fully clothed, so he fumbled with his shirt for a while, and tossed it on the floor. Calpernia saw it landed right on her robe. Her gaze returned to Samson who moved closer and leaned in, his body radiating so much warmth it was nearly unbearable.

"Calpernia," he said, lips brushing her jaw, nose poking her cheek. He seemed fascinated with her name. "I want you to..."

He moved his hips, she could feel his cock pressing hard through his breeches against her skin.

"I want you on top. Let me look at you. I want to look at you."

After this declaration, he placed one more sloppy kiss on her jaw and rolled on his back. Please, I'm asking you nicely, his heavy lidded eyes said. She tsked, then decided it was probably safer if he wasn't hovering over her, threatening to collapse on top of her any second. Being crushed by him was not how she wanted to end this evening.

With a sigh of defeat, Calpernia sat up. Why was everything so complicated and clumsy and annoying all of the sudden? She wanted to howl in frustration.

Her thoughts scattered when Samson lifted one hand and drew it across her cheek. Blushing furiously, she froze while he idly caressed her face, making every inch of her shiver.

"You don't believe me? You are... spectacular."

Calpernia closed her eyes, counted to five in her head. Then she grabbed his wrist and pinned his hand to the bed so he would stop touching her face in the way that made her... mad, so mad she wanted to set him on fire, and punch him, and do so many other things that she never even considered doing. She was sure she should not think about them now, but it was too late, and that small, vain part of her mind wanted to hear more.

"Next time tell me you plan on getting drunk," she hissed. "I'll make sure you stay away from me so I don't have to listen to all this nonsense you're saying!"

"But why don't you believe me?" he insisted, caressing her leg with his free hand like he couldn't stop himself from constantly touching her, wanting to feel her warmth under his palms.

Because it's easier to accept your drunken mumbling means nothing. Calpernia shook her head. She didn't want to have this conversation. She accepted that she wanted this, whatever this was. Now he was complicating things that should be easy, that should mean nothing.

She angrily pushed his hand away and straddled his hips. Maybe this would finally make him shut up.

Samson looked up, smile ghosting over his lips. "Don't you know how much I adore you?"

Something inside her shattered. He sounded so sincere. Her hands trembled slightly, part of her wished she never heard him saying that.

"Calpernia, I – "

"You said enough already," she interrupted him, eyes fixed on his chest, rising and falling as Samson breathed, calm, while she was fighting with a storm in her head.

Calpernia took a deep breath, regaining at least a bit of her composure.

"Not one more word."

He obeyed without question, perfectly silent when she unlaced his breeches, impatient, feeling him shudder when she wrapped her hand around his cock. He was inside of her in one slow, slick thrust, and her eyes fluttered shut. She had to hold still for a longer while, revelling in the feeling of him inside her in that ohsofamiliar way.

When she opened her eyes again, Samson was marvelling at her with his eyes dark with want, and she couldn't help but wonder if what he said was true. His hands settled on her waist, waiting, surprising her with his sudden patience.

With a long, shuddery breath, she bucked her hips once, just to check if – yes, that's it, she gasped – and began to move, something coiling tight inside of her just waiting for release.

She moved her hips and he responded in kind, thrusting into her, matching her rhythm. She rocked atop of him slowly at first, gradually speeding up, the friction stoking a fire within her. She placed her hands on his chest, looking down at him, feeling the strength in his body as he thrust up to meet her.

His words, foolish, foolish words, echoed in her mind no matter how hard Calpernia tried to ignore and forget them. Her fingernails digging into his skin, she bit her lip just to feel something different than the overwhelming pleasure that was suddenly too much, too much, so much her heart threatened to burst.

She came with a shudder and a bitten–back whimper, and he soon followed, breaking the silence with a long groan.

It was time for her to get up, pick up her clothes and pretend it never happened, just like every other time. But her limbs felt too heavy, he whole body unable to move, even though Calpernia wished to disappear before he could tell her something she didn't want to hear.

"Stay. For a little while," Samson said hoarsely, reaching up to touch her face. She didn't stop him this time.

She tried to repress all these unwise thoughts as best as she could. But there was something undeniably comforting in knowing there was someone who wanted her so much.