A/N: I'm excited and a little nervous about this one...
How much do we really know about how Sam and Jessica started out? I thought it might be fun to take a little glimpse into their story and this is what I came up with...
But first, a few thank-yous:
...to friend and fellow author stephainew for her help with and support of this and all my stories. Check her out.
...to my pal Cyndi, who even after a couple beers, found several typos that Steph and I missed.
...and to everyone who has alerted or shown interest in this story...especially Tears of Estel for making me grin with her lovely reviews. I'd like to dedicate this one to her...Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Chapter 3: Jessica
The sky is black when they walk out of Stanford's science lab. It's late in the spring semester and the early summer shower is a surprise, the rain falling in sheets across the freshly cut campus courtyard.
Sam watches as his lab partner, Jessica, dances ahead of him. She's beautiful with her silky blonde hair and shining smile. There's a lightness to her that he isn't used to; something carefree and, perhaps, a little wild. He likes her. A lot. He just hasn't gotten up the nerve to ask her out...not yet anyway.
He grins, marveling at how the large droplets mold her t-shirt to her skin and cause her damp ponytail to curl slightly. She laughs as lightning flashes across the sky and he hurries to catch up. Together, they run the remaining distance to his dorm. "You should come up," he says, trying to catch his breath. "Your building is nearly on the other side of the campus, you'll get soaked."
Strands of wet hair cling to her forehead and cheeks. Aside from the shiny gloss on her lips, she wears very little make-up. The edges of her bra, once hidden beneath her shirt, are now visible beneath the clinging, pink cotton. She looks like a mermaid.
"I'm already soaked," she laughs, her teeth beginning to chatter as they stand beneath the overhang of the doorway. She blushes at the feel of his eyes on her skin, surprised to feel beautiful in her disheveled state. His smile is goofy and open. He looks like a big kid.
"So come up and dry out then," he offers as he opens the door and holds it for her.
She stares at him for a moment, her blue eyes uncertain. She's not afraid of him. He's a nice guy, sweet if not a little shy. Yet there's something about him she can't put her finger on.
A former cheerleader, she's used to having boys flock to her. With a soft smile or gentle touch, they'd do anything she asked. But not Sam Winchester. No, she'd been flirting with him for weeks. Trying to get him to notice. Trying to gauge his interest. Nothing. He was guarded, quiet. Aside from a blush and an occasional smile, she had nothing to go on...until tonight.
"Come on," he directs, taking her hand and leading her towards the stairs. "I'll lend you a sweatshirt or something and we can throw your clothes in the dryer."
His roommate is gone, so they're alone in the room. He closes the door behind them hoping she doesn't think he planned this, not that he had any control over the weather. He moves over to his dresser, suddenly unable to look at her, and begins to look for a sweatshirt. Pulling one from the drawer, he turns back to face her. "So," he says softly, trying to keep things light. "Lab is interesting..."
She laughs. It bubbles out, lighting her eyes. "Let's not talk about dissection," she says, shaking her head as she brushes a lock of hair off her face. She offers him a warm smile.
He can't resist stepping closer and brushing the remaining strands away with tips of his fingers. He lets the shirt drop to their feet, his hands moving to tenderly caress her face and smooth her hair back.
"Sam," she murmurs softly, her eyes searching his.
He remains still, green eyes dropping to her mouth. He watches, mesmerized as the tip of her tongue darts across her lower lip. She swallows before drawing the tiny pillow between her teeth. He holds his breath as his eyes travel back to hers.
Standing on tip-toe, Jessica slips her hands over his shoulders to cup his neck and pulls his mouth down to hers. She kisses him so softly that their lips barely even touch. When he sighs, she presses closer and her tongue teases at the center of his upper lip.
The warmth of her mouth on his is unlike anything he's ever experienced. She tastes like bubble gum and smells like sunshine. He steps closer, his hands on her hips as he presses her back against the door.
"I've wanted to kiss you for a long time," he confesses when they pull apart. "Probably since the first time I saw you." He hesitates for a moment, watching her blue eyes flutter closed, before kissing her again. This time, his lips move confidently over hers and he feels her hands on his chest in response.
They're both still soaked from the rain. He tugs at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up as his hands slide along her rib cage. His eyes are glued to hers as it smacks in a wet heap on the tile floor.
She shivers as the cool air of the room hits her damp skin. On reflex, her hands move to cover the pale cotton of her bra and the slight cleavage created by its demi cups.
He bends to kiss the curve of her neck and teases her with a kiss near her belly button as he squats to retrieve the sweatshirt from the floor. While there, he removes her tennis shoes and smiles when he notices her brightly painted toenails and the delicate silver bracelet circling her ankle.
Standing up, he hands her the well-worn garment and pulls off his own shirt with the intent of grabbing another for himself. Suddenly, she's in his arms, the scrap of cotton all that separate their upper bodies as their mouths crush together.
He flips their positions, propelling her further into the room. Carefully, he puts one knee on the bed and lowers her to the mattress. He kisses her eyelids and the tip of her nose before seizing her mouth in a blazing kiss. Lowering himself with her, he balances his weigh above her with one arm while his other hand strokes over her skin in lazy circles.
His roommate bursts into the room and Jessica gasps, diving behind Sam for cover. She quickly pulls on his sweatshirt and leans against his back. He can feel the heat of her blush against his bare skin. "Don't you knock?" he growls.
"Sorry," the other guy shrugs. "Didn't realize you had company." He throws himself down on his cot and flips on the TV. With a wave of his hand, he says. "Carry on, don't mind me."
Sam turns to Jessica and she whispers softly, "I should go…"
"I'll walk you," he offers.
She shakes her head and quickly grabs her shoes.
"Jessica!" he calls after her. He hurries to his dresser and struggles to grab a clean shirt. "Jess, wait!" He grabs her discarded t-shirt and turns to go after her, but the hall is empty. She's already gone.
Next up? Provenance's Sarah.