what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

[mycursedface]

After this:

Medusa is in Sam's room, alone, and, yes, she's still annoyed. Angry. Despite the cookies and calming down, because it's just playing into other frustrations, and without being able to read, she doesn't have a lot of ways to distract herself, which she needs because after a week or so or however long it's been, here with him and it's...

Lucifer-who-calls-himself-Sam is many, many things. Kind and gorgeous and he makes her laugh and he is careful, careful, careful and gentle and just occasionally Medusa wants him to pick her up, dump her on the table and, just for once, kiss her roughly.

Among other things.

Other things involving hands and hot, hot, hot skin and that wicked voice of his whispering words dirty, filthy and lovely. Other things involving mouths kissing skin instead of lips, leaving red marks and making her feel giddy, swollen, unaware. Run his hands down her wings because metal, yes, but she can feel it against her skin and it feels good. Scratch her claws down his back and whisper please as his hands-
(she wishes that in her mind, if only in her mind, his pants had long since been discarded on the floor but she can't, she can't, she can't)

- well, she just likes his hands.

Not that, Medusa thinks as she chews her bottom lip in something akin to anger, he would. Fragile Medusa, breakable Medusa, as Atton made perfectly clear and even that fact that, normally, she adores being treated gently and (because she is in that frame of mind) gentle can be a torment all of its own, does nothing to relieve her current frustration.
Fuck it. Fuck him (that's the idea) and when Sam walks in his room, messy-haired and still out of breath from training, Medusa ignores the sword in his hand to shove him against the door and kiss him.

Hard.

Comments

[necessary_child]

Sam freezes, smiles, faintly. "Well, as they say: It's Milliways. These things happen."

[mycursedface]

"Cagey bastard," but her tone is fond.

[necessary_child]

"Yeah, but I'm worth it." He laughs softly.

[mycursedface]

"That was never in question."

[necessary_child]

Sam snickers, leaning back again and pulling Medusa with him, til they're kind-of-sort-of curled up, her on top.

"You'd be amazed."

[mycursedface]

"Appalled," she corrects, shifting limbs and wings and snakes until she is comfortable. "Astounded."

[necessary_child]

"Amused," Sam completes, even though that doesn't fit, but hey. Arms around her, one finger running gently down a snake that's wriggling down over her shoulder.

[mycursedface]

Which is distracting, because she can feel it and she likes his hands and the snake arches back and-

And Medusa is just studying him, curiously.

"No." She says at least. "When you saw a monster tripped out on the floor, your reaction was to help. Not taunt, not kill. Help. If people can't see you're worth...so, so much, then...I cannot laugh at them. Just. Wonder why."

[necessary_child]

Sam shakes his head, doesn't say that he'll never be able to call her a monster, even if that is a name she gives herself.

"It's not their fault."

[mycursedface]

"Not everyone's."

[necessary_child]

"Not most people's." Sam finger runs from the snake down, onto Medusa's skin, tracing the lines of her neck, her shoulders.

"It's just... a thing."

[mycursedface]

Mmmm, that's nice. She rests her head against him, shutting her eyes and just enjoying the sensation.

"Like people look away when I say my name?"

[necessary_child]

"Pretty much."

Sam's fingers, light and clever and careful, keep on tracing slow paths over her skin, down her side.

[mycursedface]

"I still get angry."

[necessary_child]

"Yes, well." Quietly. "Join the club, Beautiful."

[mycursedface]

Medusa thinks of a moment, eyes opening to slits as she looks across the room.

"Atton's world doesn't have you, does it?"

[necessary_child]

Sam shakes his head, fingers still moving down her side.

"No."

[mycursedface]

"Okay," she says, as if he has the crucial evidence to a theory.

[necessary_child]

Headtilt.

"Why?"

[mycursedface]

"Oh. I was just...thinking."

[necessary_child]

"Mmm?"

[mycursedface]

She moves around, resting her chin on her hand on his chest and looking at him.

"You trust us. Don't you? I mean, we don't...we don't have stories of the Devil, of Lucifer who is evil and a liar. So you can trust us." Then Medusa winces.

"Sorry. I...I think too much, sometimes."

[necessary_child]

"Shh," Sam murmurs, hands moving in a slow path down her sides and over her hips.

"Haven't really thought about it, I suppose. 's easier."

[mycursedface]

"Like I said. I think too much."

[necessary_child]

"Pfft. If you didn't, you wouldn't be you."