Scott was in a supremely good mood as he strode back to his and Ami's room from the kitchen. Since May had cooked dinner again, he, Dean, and Sam had refused to let her clean up. She'd stuck around, though, joining in the jokes and general kidding around. Those three were a lot of fun, even though Sam seemed a bit aloof at times. Scott suspected it was only towards him, but dismissed it as part of his well-ingrained paranoia.
He was halfway there when Ami nearly closed off her link with Scott. He frowned for a moment, then grinned. (She's up to something.) He couldn't wait to find out what.
After unlocking the door with a touch, Scott entered the darkened room. Sweet-smelling shampoo and Ami's own scent lightly perfumed their bedroom. Ami didn't say or think anything, so Scott decided to play along.
Still grinning, Scott kicked off his shoes and padded to the bed. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could make out an Ami-shaped ball under the covers. His imagination conjured all sorts of clothes -- (Snakeskin, or nothing, or almost nothing...) -- that the blankets could be hiding. Partially aroused, he peeled the blanket back from her shoulder and was surprised to feel sweatshirt material rather than smooth skin. Ami murmured, tucking her sweatpants-covered legs closer to her chin.
Scott hesitated, puzzled. It was almost as if she were telling him to go away, which made no sense at all because they'd been looking forward to this all day. After a moment he realized her intention: she wanted him to undress her. Why she'd chosen sweats was still a mystery... unless they were hiding something else!
Pouring his ardor across their link, Scott curled up behind Ami on the bed and hooked one thumb in the waistband of her sweats. Then he began slowly inching them down, savoring the almost-tingle of her skin under his hand.
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[Scott] Surprise, surprise
Date: 2006-10-17 09:11 pm (UTC)He was halfway there when Ami nearly closed off her link with Scott. He frowned for a moment, then grinned. (She's up to something.) He couldn't wait to find out what.
After unlocking the door with a touch, Scott entered the darkened room. Sweet-smelling shampoo and Ami's own scent lightly perfumed their bedroom. Ami didn't say or think anything, so Scott decided to play along.
Still grinning, Scott kicked off his shoes and padded to the bed. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could make out an Ami-shaped ball under the covers. His imagination conjured all sorts of clothes -- (Snakeskin, or nothing, or almost nothing...) -- that the blankets could be hiding. Partially aroused, he peeled the blanket back from her shoulder and was surprised to feel sweatshirt material rather than smooth skin. Ami murmured, tucking her sweatpants-covered legs closer to her chin.
Scott hesitated, puzzled. It was almost as if she were telling him to go away, which made no sense at all because they'd been looking forward to this all day. After a moment he realized her intention: she wanted him to undress her. Why she'd chosen sweats was still a mystery... unless they were hiding something else!
Pouring his ardor across their link, Scott curled up behind Ami on the bed and hooked one thumb in the waistband of her sweats. Then he began slowly inching them down, savoring the almost-tingle of her skin under his hand.