Scott was staring around the room, half amused and half horrified, when Faith shouted for him and Sam. Sure enough, Sam had seemingly vanished. "Right here, Faith," Scott hollered over the din. Then his jaw hit the ground. Faith was naked. Every inch of her toned, voluptuous body was on display.
He couldn't stop staring. Something was wrong and unease nagged at him, but Scott still couldn't tear his eyes away from Faith.
(Ami's gonna kill me. Or maybe Faith.) Then his traitorous brain conjured the image of both women, stark naked, lunging for him. He wimpered.
The strange sight of Dean wrestling nothing to the table and Damon slumped unconscious in his chair broke Scott's distraction. "Sam, Sam? Invisible?" the pink-haired young man said incredulously.
Scott felt his eyes go wide. He raised his hand in front of his face and saw... nothing. Nada. "Fuck me," he moaned. That reminded him of Faith, which reminded him of Ami-- /Ami!/ She was the source of the unease.
Scott jumped out his chair, shoving past the people in his way but coudln't see him to rush over to his wife.
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[Scott] Clothes Can Wait (tag Faith, open)
Date: 2006-08-26 08:33 pm (UTC)He couldn't stop staring. Something was wrong and unease nagged at him, but Scott still couldn't tear his eyes away from Faith.
(Ami's gonna kill me. Or maybe Faith.) Then his traitorous brain conjured the image of both women, stark naked, lunging for him. He wimpered.
The strange sight of Dean wrestling nothing to the table and Damon slumped unconscious in his chair broke Scott's distraction. "Sam, Sam? Invisible?" the pink-haired young man said incredulously.
Scott felt his eyes go wide. He raised his hand in front of his face and saw... nothing. Nada. "Fuck me," he moaned. That reminded him of Faith, which reminded him of Ami-- /Ami!/ She was the source of the unease.
Scott jumped out his chair, shoving past the people in his way but coudln't see him to rush over to his wife.
To be continued shortly...