aphrodisia

[mycursedface]

Medusa is not, contrary to evidence, asleep.

No.

She merely has her eyes shut and is thinking.

While curled up on Sam's bed, head cushioned on her arm, giving all the appearances of being asleep.

Yes.

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[mycursedface]

"In the-

Um. I didn't think it was...big enough."

And then she turns red.

[necessary_child]

Sam considers, then rejects, a possible sentence, and eventually takes the only possible course of action.

He splashes her, of course, via the simple method of catching as much water as possible in his cupped hands.

[mycursedface]

"LUCIFER!"

[necessary_child]

Puppydog eyes.

"Me?"

[mycursedface]

"I'm wet."

[necessary_child]

"You are," Sam agrees. "Can't hurt if you come in the shower, then, can it? I mean, if you're wet already..."

[mycursedface]

Suspiciously,

"Are you stealing my logic?"

[necessary_child]

"Logic? What's that?" Innocently.

[mycursedface]

"Forget I asked," she says before reaching up to untie the halter-neck of her dress.

[necessary_child]

"Asked what?" Sam grins, reaching out to pull Medusa over.

[mycursedface]

Well, in is in and the water is nice and Sam is there and-

"Weren't you supposed to wait until after my dress was off?"

[necessary_child]

"It was already wet," Sam explains wisely, leaning over and kissing her.

[mycursedface]

"Mm," is her reply, kissing him back.

[necessary_child]

Sam considers it a very satisfactory reply, really. And since she'd seemed so concerned about her dress, he's now helpfully removing it.

Whilst still kissing her, naturally.

[mycursedface]

Naturally.

Luckily, it's not a terribly hard dress to remove, and she's just wearing knickers underneath - bras are still confusing, and it was too warm for jeans.

Which ends up with her standing naked in the shower with Sam, who is also rather naked, and she's still blushing.

[necessary_child]

Sam breaks the kiss, briefly, and grins at her.

"Hey, Beautiful."

[mycursedface]

"H-hey." She glances up at him, then down, and kisses his shoulder.

[necessary_child]

One hand cups her chin, gently tilting it upwards, his other hand finding her waist.

"You okay?"

[mycursedface]

"Eyeh," Medusa says with her flickering smile. "I think so."

[necessary_child]

The hand on her waist traces a slow, careful pattern up her side as Sam kisses her again, for a moment.

"Good."

[mycursedface]

She shivers, and her smile widens. She has to stand close, else it is nothing but water in her face, so it's hand up his water-slick arm and the other resting on his hip.

"Should I ask about you? Not stealing your water?"

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs, softly, hand running down her back and over the curve of her rear.

"You're a terrible thief, it's true. But y'know, I'm friends with Atton, I think I'll cope."

[mycursedface]

"Terrible as in I'm bad at it, or terrible as in I'm being mean?" She asks, attempting to be thoughtful.

(Any strayings of her hand across from his hip are entirely unintentional)

[necessary_child]

Sam shivers faintly, bowing his head long enough to kiss her shoulder.

"Terribly mean. Terribly, terribly mean, you are."

[mycursedface]

"Am I?"

Gorgons, all three of them, are curious, curious things, and if he doesn't have any clothes on anyway, it's now in the nature of an experiment. Does anything change if her hand slips lower?